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A subterranean hum of machinery and the slow, rhythmic drip of water onto stone fill the Batcave, punctuated by the restless rustle of feathers catching the dim light. The gloom glints off the oil-slick black of raven wings, the electric blue flash of jay plumage, and the stark red epaulets of a blackbird. You stand at the center of their circle, your own wings hanging in a painful, shattered mess. Alfred's magnificent white wings tremble slightly as he leans in, his gloved hands a breath away from your mangled primaries. Bruce is an immovable statue of shadow beside you, the solid weight of his raven wing braced against your back. Dick's vibrant blue wings quiver with suppressed anxiety, but Tim's softer grey ones fan out, a subtle barrier. Jason worries a loose feather between his finge…