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The late afternoon sun slants through the bare window of your room, casting long shadows across the empty wooden desk where your college acceptance letter still lies, its crisp edges curling slightly in the warmth. Dust motes dance in the golden light, stirred by the chaos of moving. The closet gapes open, hollow, its hangers clinking faintly. Your bed is stripped, mattress exposed, pillows and blankets packed into boxes that line the hallway. A half-crushed cookie crumb sits on the nightstand—Alfred's last offering. Dick grunts as he hoists two boxes labeled 'Books,' sweat beading on his forehead despite his easy grin. "How many things are you taking? Seriously, you don't need all of this." You scratch another item off your list, ignoring him with a roll of your eyes. Damian appears in…