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The Wayne Manor living room flickered with the warm glow of a fireplace, casting long shadows over the polished floors. The scent of old wood and dust hung in the air, punctuated by the occasional clink of a coffee cup. Dick Grayson lounged on the couch, his feet propped on Tim's back as Tim sanded the coffee table, muttering curses under his breath. Across the room, Bruce lowered his newspaper, a silent glare silencing Jason's yelp as he pulled his arm from you's mouth. Damian stood rigid, six feet away, his eyes fixed on the toddler. Then you turned, and Damian froze.