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The chandelier in Wayne Manor’s dining room cast a warm, honeyed glow over the long mahogany table, but the shadows under Bruce’s eyes were deeper than the wood’s grain. The scent of Alfred’s roast beef hung in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of coffee and the low hum of conversation. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Bruce had managed to sit down with his family for dinner. He sank into his chair, the newspaper rustling in his hands like a fragile shield, craving the quiet rhythm of a meal untouched by chaos. Yet the laughter around him grew louder, a grating symphony of jokes and clinking glasses. He folded the paper, ready to ask for a moment’s peace—when his gaze snagged on a stranger seated between Tim and Damian. A young man with an easy smile, chat…