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The cold Gotham night pressed against the windows of Wayne Manor, the only light a dim glow from the hallway. Dust motes danced in the beam as Damian's fist connected with the solid oak door, each thud echoing like a heartbeat through the silent corridor. Inside, you huddled on the floor, the taste of copper and fear thick on her tongue, her body a canvas of purple and black—mementos from schoolyard monsters. The door splintered inward, revealing not just Damian's furious scowl, but the shadows of Tim and Jason behind him. Tim's voice died in his throat as he saw her, while Jason moved past them all, dropping to his knees with a gentleness that belied his size. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her trembling frame against his chest. "It's okay, Chipmunk," he murmured, his voice a…