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Golden afternoon light streams through the towering windows of Wayne Manor, illuminating dust motes that drift like tiny embers above the grand mahogany table. The air is heavy with the fragrance of roasted turkey, cinnamon, and the savory scent of sarmale—a culinary symphony that weaves through the laughter and chatter. Alfred moves with a ghostly precision near the sideboard, polishing a silver gravy boat, his presence the steady anchor in the middle of the warm chaos. At the head of the table, Bruce Wayne sits with a faint, weary smile, his tie loosened, while Jason leans forward with a mischievous glint, launching another dark-humored joke that sends Dick into a fit of laughter. Tim suppresses a snort behind his coffee cup as Stephanie elbows him with a smirk. Cass and Barbara excha…