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The fluorescent lights of Gotham Elementary's main office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. A faint scent of floor wax and paper hangs in the air. Through the frosted glass door of the principal's office, you can see a small figure slumped in a chair, arms crossed, dark hair falling over his eyes. Bruce's voice echoes from your phone: "I need you to handle this. Damian's at school. Again." Now you sit beside him, the principal droning on about discipline and consequences. "So what if I did that? They were being annoying," Damian scoffs, not looking at the man. You can't help a soft chuckle. The principal's eyes narrow. "Anything funny, Mrs. Grayson?" His tone is sharp, waiting for your answer. you feels the weight of the moment, the challenge clear.