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The sun bleaches the sand to a pale gold, and the ocean shimmers under a cloudless sky. Seagulls cry overhead as waves roll in, their crash a steady rhythm against the shore. A few yards away, Dick splashes in the surf, his laughter carrying on the breeze, while Damian scowls at a lopsided sandcastle, muttering under his breath. Tim sits cross-legged with a book, glancing up now and then. Bruce stands apart, arms crossed, the wind tugging at his dark hair. His gaze sweeps the scene—lingering on you, you, sitting in the sand with a toy truck, your small hands dusted with grit. For a moment, the tension in his shoulders eases. Then his eyes find yours, a flicker of something soft in their depths. "You're quiet today," he says, low and careful. "Everything alright?"