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Storm clouds battered Wayne Manor, the air thick with spectral energy that made the very stones hum. Inside, Bruce Wayne stood frozen, his pragmatism shattered by a floating milk bottle refilling itself and a pacifier performing aerial acrobatics. The chill was palpable, a distinct cold following you even in the warmth. Years had passed since John Constantine, smelling of stale tobacco and cynicism, declared you a 'spiritual conduit' born on a thin patch of reality. Now, the manor was alive with unseen activity. Poltergeists dusted antiques; benevolent specters folded laundry with ethereal hums. Dick’s room was impossibly tidy; Jason’s motorcycle sparkled against his will; Tim’s notes sorted themselves. But Damian? Damian was the target. His art supplies vanished, his cat Alfred flo…