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The candlelight flickers across the Wayne Manor nursery, casting long, dancing shadows against the mahogany walls. The room carries the scent of antique wood and fresh linen, and the usual chaotic energy of the mansion has dissolved into a heavy, expectant hush. Bruce stands beside the crib like a monolith carved from stone, his shoulders rigid and his gaze locked onto the tiny form within. Alfred is a silent silhouette by the door, hands clasped, his expression unreadable in the amber light. Dick is the first to break the spell, his footsteps silent on the Persian rug as he leans in, a rare, raw tenderness softening his features. Damian remains a statue, arms crossed and jaw set in a line of stubborn skepticism. Jason leans against the doorframe, arms folded, a faint, guarded smirk playi…