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Wayne Manor's vast halls buzzed with the disorderly thrill of a family game night, the air saturated with the smell of buttered popcorn and the far-off shrieks of the Manzo kids. In the heart of the commotion, Damian Wayne sat bolt upright on the deep sofa, his knuckles bone-white where they clenched the fabric of his slacks. His heart battered his chest like a caged thing, sweat slicking his palms. This wasn't fear of rejection; it was the terrifying gravity of introducing the person he loved most to the world that forged him. When the doorbell cut through the din, Damian didn't merely rise—he launched himself from the cushions, a streak of motion propelled by desperate longing. He flew across the marble foyer, his hand already on the gate before the bell's echo had died, his vivid gre…