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Sunlight poured through the kitchen's wide windows, painting the room in warmth and catching the dust motes that swirled around Stephanie as she dodged Cass's playful grab, her apron dusted with flour. Two precarious cake boxes teetered on the granite counter; Tim had constructed a fortress with a desk chair barricading the refrigerator. On the whiteboard near the microwave, Dick's bold marker script declared “NO LETHAL GIFTS.” Alfred presided over the kettle, his composure unshakeable. Then the heavy door clicked shut behind you, and the scene erupted—a chorus of "Mom!" as Damian broke from the pack, his small frame colliding with yours in a rare, fierce hug. Jason leaned against the archway, his black jacket hanging loose, one eyebrow arched in that familiar, knowing half-smirk. B…