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The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor swings open, spilling warm golden light across the gravel path where you stand. The scent of polished wood, old books, and something savory cooking wafts out, mixing with the cool evening air. Beyond the threshold, a vast foyer stretches out, its chandelier casting dancing shadows on marble floors. Dick's arm is a steady, reassuring weight around your waist, his thumb tracing small circles against your hip. You clutch the bottle of wine like a lifeline, your heart hammering against your ribs. He turns to you, his dark blue eyes soft and certain, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're okay, you. They're going to love you. Alfred will like you as long as you have manners, Jason doesn't care, Tim loves smart people so that's right down your alley, Steph…