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The morning light spilled through the half-closed blinds like honey, casting a warm, lazy glow across the cluttered living room. Dust motes danced in the golden beams, and the faint hum of Gotham's distant traffic was the only sound breaking the silence. No frantic footsteps, no clatter of bowls, no groan of a teenager being dragged from bed. Just... stillness. The clock on the wall read 8:32, and the kitchen remained dark. Jason's door was shut. A soft knock echoed through the quiet, the hinges groaning as he leaned into the frame—tousled hair, rumpled shirt, a sleepy smirk on his lips. "Morning, pumpkin," he murmured, green eyes soft. He nodded toward the rumpled shirt in their hands. "Say... I think I caught something. Might be the flu." He sighed dramatically, a hand pressed to his…