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The chandelier's warm glow flickers over brocade and silk in the ballroom. Bruce stands before a semicircle of his children—you flanked by Jason and Dick, Cass still as a statue, Steph bouncing on her heels, Damian's glare fixed ahead. "Again: no roof, no attacking, no death talk." His gaze lingers on Jason. "Especially your own." As Bruce drones on about napkin etiquette, a shared smirk ripples through the group. The pranks are set. Now, how long until he catches on?