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The manor's grand hall glows with the soft amber of antique sconces, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the first hints of dawn are still hours away, but inside, the air hums with the warmth of family—and the weight of a looming gala. Tim stands at the threshold of his bedroom, the door ajar behind him, his flannel pajama pants and faded t-shirt a stark contrast to the polished elegance of Wayne Manor. From the stairs, his brothers watch like a pack of wolves: Dick's easy grin, Jason's crossed arms, Damian's pointed sneer. They know. Of course they know. He can hear the rustle of fabric and quiet laughter inside his room—Kon, Bernard, and you setting up for the night, preparing for the circus downstairs. "Don't," Tim says, his voice low, a warning wrapped in exhaus…