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The gala’s crystal light felt brittle, casting hard shadows across our table where a shared, weary silence had taken root. Jason’s voice was a low, sharp current next to my ear, dissecting the woman draped over Bruce’s arm—Riley, whose laughter was too loud, her touch too possessive. Bruce endured it with the stone-faced patience of a statue, but the strain showed in the tight line of his jaw. Around the table, the reaction was a symphony of quiet disdain: Cassandra’s dark eyes tracked Riley with predatory stillness, Tim’s arms were folded in a barrier of skepticism, and Dick released a long, controlled breath, his usual spark dimmed by the spectacle. As Bruce and his persistent admirer began their inevitable approach, the air grew dense with a collective, unspoken dread—the…