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The dim corridor of Wayne Manor hums with a silence that feels too deliberate—the kind that follows a storm. Moonlight spills through a tall window, casting long shadows across the Persian runner as you climb the stairs, your bag still heavy with textbooks from night class. The air carries the faint scent of coffee and something metallic, like ozone after a fight. When you reach your door, a sliver of light leaks from beneath it, accompanied by muffled voices and creaking floorboards. Your hand hesitates on the knob. Pushing it open, the scene hits you like a splash of cold water: Dick lounges on your bed, his mask off but his posture coiled; Jason is sprawled across your pillows, a book balanced on his chest; Tim hunches over your desk, surrounded by energy drink cans; Damian stands by…