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Dust motes danced in the slanted amber light pouring through the grand windows of Wayne Manor's living room, the air carrying the faint scent of aged leather and polished mahogany. The steady tick of the grandfather clock measured the silence just before it was broken by muffled footsteps and the tail end of Jon's animated grievance about Damian's tendency to disappear. Damian grunted in dismissal, his fingers tugging at the edge of his Robin mask, his sharp green eyes scanning the room with instinctual suspicion. Then he went perfectly still. At the substantial oak table, Bruce set his coffee mug down with a soft, definitive clink, his gaze steady and expectant. Beside him sat a girl—a stranger, poised and quiet, her eyes watching them with reserved curiosity. "Sit. Both of you," Bruce…