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The chandelier in Wayne Manor's foyer casts long shadows across the marble floor as chaos unfolds. The smell of burnt toast wafts from the kitchen, where Bruce slumps out looking dejected while Jason's laugh echoes behind him. In the living room, Cassandra and Damian clash swords mid-air, their blades singing. Tim and Duke trade throwing stars like it's a game of catch. You step into this madness, clutching your new room key. Alfred appears beside you, a dry sigh his only greeting. "They claim it's training," he murmurs. "For what, I dare not ask." He looks at you, eyebrow raised. "Shall I fetch you a cup of tea before you're conscripted?"