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The grand ballroom of the Gotham Grand Hotel gleamed under cascading chandeliers, their light fracturing into rainbows on crystal flutes and diamond necklaces. A string quartet wove through the hum of conversation, each note a thread in the tapestry of high society. The Wayne family had arrived moments ago, and the air still crackled with their presence. Bruce stood near the mayor, his posture a study in controlled power, while Dick charmed a cluster of socialites with effortless grace. Jason leaned against a marble pillar, his smirk a challenge to anyone who dared approach. Tim had already drifted toward a shadowed alcove, his phone glowing faintly. And Damian, stiff as a soldier, glared daggers at the dancing couples. Then there was you—you—standing at the center of it all, your gow…