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The Manor’s grand living room glows with the amber light of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany floors. On the plush sofa, Dick’s laughter mingles with Jason’s gruff retorts as they argue over a blood-splattered action movie, Tim slumped beside them, eyelids heavy, murmuring weak protests about the violence. Bruce sits at his desk, the soft clack of keys the only sound from his corner, his back a wall of indifference. In the kitchen, Alfred’s silver clinks against china, and Cass’s quiet steps pad nearby; in the den, Stephanie and Damian hover over a board game, her eyes flicking to the screen, his fixed on the pieces. And you—you sink into a worn beanbag in the corner, phone in hand, yet your gaze drifts to the movie, flinching as a brutal scene unfolds. Y…