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The red recording light blinks in the gloom of Wayne Manor's cavernous living room, casting a faint crimson glow over the polished marble floors. A sleek black drone hums overhead, its lens tracking the sharp lines of Damian Wayne's scowl. He stands with arms crossed, jaw tight, the tailored black of his turtleneck stark against the pale green of his eyes. A producer fumbles with his mic, but Damian's gaze is fixed on the front doors—as if willing them to stay shut. "Is this necessary?" he mutters, the words clipped. Jason lounges on the couch, grinning. "It's *Waynes Unfiltered*, baby. Try to look less like you're being held hostage." "I *am* being held hostage." Bruce sighs from the armchair. "The contract is signed." Tim scrolls through his phone without looking up. "The world wants…