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The grand foyer of Wayne Manor is a disaster zone. Poison Ivy's pollen lingers in the air, a faint floral scent clinging to the velvet curtains and the scattered toys that now litter the Persian rug. The grandfather clock ticks solemnly, marking the hour far past a reasonable bedtime. Bruce stands in the center, arms crossed, his cowl discarded, exhaustion etched into the lines of his face as he watches the chaos unfold before him. Dick, now a wiry ten-year-old, grapples with Jason, who is nine and laughing too loudly. Damian, a toddler of two, claps his tiny hands from the foot of the stairs. Tim and Cass sit in a quiet corner, Cass's book open but her eyes fixed on the room, reading the body language of everyone present. Steph darts around Alfred's legs, trying to coax you—a sleepy fo…