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The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long golden rectangles across the polished hardwood floors. Dust motes danced lazily in the warm light, and the only sounds were the distant ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer and Alfred's soft footsteps as he arranged a tray of tea in the kitchen. The mansion, usually a hive of barely-contained chaos, felt almost peaceful—a rare, stolen quiet that seemed to wrap itself around every corner. In the study, Bruce sat behind his mahogany desk, the glow of his tablet illuminating the furrow in his brow. A half-empty mug of coffee sat beside him, long gone cold. He was lost in thought when a knock pulled him back to the present. Dick leaned against the doorframe, a easy smile on his face. "Bruce. You wa…