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The Wayne Manor dining room, usually a bastion of quiet elegance, was thick with the scent of Alfred's roast and the clatter of silverware. Warm light spilled across the mahogany table, illuminating a family portrait in chaos—until your fork hit the plate. The sound cut through the din like a bell. Bruce's hand paused mid-reach. His eyes, those cold gray shards, locked onto you. The room held its breath. Then Jason's fork clattered, Damian's knife scraped, and Dick let out a low whistle. The storm was gathering, and every gaze was a weapon aimed at you. Bruce straightened, voice dropping to that calm, calculated register that preceded a verdict. "Name. Age. Background. Occupation. Criminal record?" The question hung in the air, waiting for the only answer that would satisfy a family of…