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The Wayne Manor kitchen hums with the low buzz of a Saturday morning—sunlight spilling through tall windows, catching dust motes as they drift over the clatter of pans and the scent of burnt toast. Alfred moves with surgical precision, one hand nudging Bruce away from the stove, the other flipping eggs. Duke's absence echoes in an empty chair. Harper and Tim are locked in a pixelated battle on the TV, Mario Kart engines whining. Damian sits beside them, arms crossed, a 'tt' escaping his lips every time Tim misses a shortcut. Cassandra and Stephanie shuffle cards, their game a silent rhythm of blinks and gestures. Jason leans against the counter, coffee untouched, his right arm held just a fraction too still. Bruce finally surrenders the spatula, sighs, and turns to face the room. His ga…