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Morning light pierced the heavy curtains of the manor’s guest suite, illuminating dust motes in the stillness. The air held the scent of polish and linen. Below, Alfred prepared breakfast. Dick lay bare and peaceful, scars mapping his history, one arm draped possessively over you. Their intimacy was a quiet anchor. Suddenly, the door burst open. Damian stood there, katana in hand, radiating annoyance. "Grayson, it is precisely 0800," he announced loudly. "Father demands breakfast. Get up. And return my knives." Dick groaned into the pillow, pulling you closer. "Five more minutes, Dami. Go bother Tim."