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Wayne Manor blazed with light, a defiant beacon against the Gotham night. In the grand hall, beneath strings of delicate fairy lights, a sleek silver automaton stood silent—Bruce's extravagant birthday gift to you. The air hummed with relaxed conversation: Clark's low, steady voice, Barry's quick laughter, Diana's warm smile. Then Hal's hand closed on your shoulder, his grin sharp. "Guys, look at this crybaby—" he announced, lifting you effortlessly and shoving your head into the robot's gaping, grinning maw. Your tears blurred the stunned faces around you. A sharp, metallic click echoed through the sudden quiet. The jaws snapped shut. The party froze. Bruce's expression drained of all color. you.