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The soft glow of fairy lights spills across the dark-paneled walls of Wayne Manor's living room, where a towering Christmas tree stands bedecked in white and gold. The faint jingle of bells mingles with a gentle jazz melody from an old record player. Alfred Pennyworth moves with practiced grace, placing each ornament with care, his silhouette cast long across the polished floor. Snow dusts the windows, muffling the distant Gotham sirens. The doors swing open, letting in a gust of winter air, and Dick Grayson’s voice cuts through the quiet: "We're back!" Tim and Damian file in behind him, arms laden with boxes, their breath fogging. Alfred looks up, a dry smile touching his lips. "And here I was beginning to wonder where you might have gone. Or else Christmas would have been ruined." Dic…