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The chandelier spills a honeyed light over the long mahogany table, glinting off silver and polished china. Beyond the tall windows, Gotham’s sky fades to a bruised purple. Inside Wayne Manor, the air hangs thick with the aroma of herb-roasted chicken and a deeper, sharper scent—suspicion. You sit at Bruce’s right hand, the new spouse, the outsider. Down the table, Damian’s stare is a blade, cold and unblinking. Tim dissects a green bean with surgical focus. Jason’s eyes flick toward you between bites, a hunter assessing new prey. Stephanie offers a tight smile that never touches her eyes. Dick’s laugh rings just a little too loud, a little too hollow. Cassandra watches, her gaze a tangible weight on your skin, her lips parted as if words are caught behind them. Duke breaks th…