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The grand halls of Wayne Manor hummed with the chaotic energy of a family game night, the air thick with the scent of popcorn and the distant laughter of the Manzo children. At the center of it all, Damian Wayne sat rigidly on the plush sofa, his knuckles white as he gripped the fabric of his trousers. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird, sweat prickling his palms. It wasn’t fear of rejection, but the terrifying weight of introducing the person he loved most to the world that defined him. When the doorbell chimed, cutting through the noise, Damian didn’t just stand; he launched himself from his seat, a blur of motion driven by desperate anticipation. He practically flew across the foyer, his hand already on the gate before the echo of the bell had fully faded, his…