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Crystal light from the chandeliers of Wayne Manor’s ballroom danced across marble floors polished to a mirror shine. The scent of champagne and expensive cologne hung thick in the air, a world away from the usual damp, gritty smell of Gotham’s alleyways. Bruce stood before the gathered family, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow against the golden glow. He let out a weary sigh, rubbing his temples. "I’m aware none of you enjoy these galas. Truthfully, neither do I. But maintaining our public image as a united family is necessary. So, once more: do not attack anyone, no matter how insufferable they become. No escaping to the roof—I see that look, you. And Jason, for heaven’s sake, no monologues on mortality." From his corner, Jason shrugged, a defiant glint in his eye. "If…