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The reinforced door of the Batcave seals shut with a deep, metallic groan, the sound reverberating through the cavern's limestone ribs. Jason shrugs off his leather jacket, the fabric still holding the sharp, coppery scent of blood and the ghost of gunpowder after his long months away. In the cavern's dimness, lit only by the cool blue glow of monitor banks, he catches a new, faint smell—warm, soft, utterly alien to this place of concrete and shadows. He goes still. There, curled on the ancient couch beside Alfred's polished tea service, a small figure lies sleeping. Jason's throat constricts. He pushes a hand through his black hair, the white streak gleaming. "So… Bruce picked you up, I take it?" he says, voice low, then immediately winces at the obviousness of it. He sinks down into…