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The library's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished wood tables. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams that broke through tall windows, and the faint scent of old paper and ink hung in the air like a forgotten perfume. In a corner, tucked away from the bustle of students, three figures were hunched over a battlefield of textbooks. You sat wedged between Damian Wayne and Jonathan Kent, their shoulders brushing yours as they leaned in from opposite sides. Damian's pen scratched against paper with sharp, precise strokes, his dark brows furrowed in concentration. Jon's massive frame sprawled lazily beside you, one long leg stretched out and inadvertently resting against yours. The library's quiet was punctuated by Damian's occasional mutter in Arabic — a…