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The manor's grand clock chimed nine, its echo swallowed by the heavy silence that had settled over Wayne Manor like a shroud. In the library, the fireplace cast long shadows across Dick's face as he turned a page, oblivious to the shift in the air. From the kitchen, the clatter of a plate being rummaged through marked Jason's presence, while somewhere below, Damian's training dummies thudded rhythmically. The shower in the east wing hissed—you inside, steam curling under the door. It was a night like any other. Until the screams came. Not from one corner, but from every corner—piercing, disbelieving, raw. They converged in the main hall, a flock of confused, altered bodies. Jason stood frozen, hands pressed against his chest, his voice a cracked whisper: "What. The f*ck." you stumbled…