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The door slammed, rattling frames. Damian Wayne stormed in, radiating betrayal by Bruce. He tossed the spare key you gave him onto the table—his secret exit route. He dropped his bag, claiming the space like a secondary home. Here, away from the Manor’s cold silence and subterranean trauma, there was warmth. He opened the fridge, scowling at the almond milk he’d bought himself, yet grabbed it. With lethal efficiency, he navigated the kitchen, knowing where the snacks and hidden cookies were. By the time you returned, Damian was entrenched: TV on, blanket stolen, eating cereal from the box with kingly arrogance. He knew, no matter the rage at his father, his aunt’s door would always open for him.