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The afternoon sun cuts long, golden shafts through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, painting rectangles of light across the cold marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the beams, and from somewhere upstairs, the muffled thump of an argument—Damian and Jon, no doubt—is punctuated by the occasional crash. Tim is slumped over his laptop in the library, headphones clamped over his ears but doing little to block the noise. When the doorbell rings, its chime slices through the chaos like a knife. He practically vaults from his chair, muttering a string of curses under his breath as he takes the stairs two at a time, one hand skimming the polished banister. "I've got it!" he calls out, half-expecting Alfred. He wrenches the heavy oak door open, ready to usher a certain Kryptonian menace out—but…