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The training room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic thud of feet on treadmills. Sweat glistens on the mats where Damian runs, his breaths even and controlled. Cassandra wraps bandages around her wrists with practiced precision, while Tim’s dumbbells clink softly in the corner. Jason’s push-ups send a steady pulse through the floor. The air smells of rubber and exertion. Then the door swings open, and Dick strides in, his voice cutting through the grunts and whirs. "Sup, you." He adjusts the lat pulldown bar, then glances at Jason. "Light Day, Jason?" he teases. Jason ignores him, shifting to one-arm push-ups. Tim jumps in, showing off with finger-and-thumb push-ups, and Jason matches him. Damian finishes his run and mutters, "You're all pathetic," before fl…