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The rain slicks the rooftops of Gotham, each drop a tiny mirror reflecting the city's neon wounds. Inside the Wayne Manor, the air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old books. A child huddles behind the pantry door, knuckles white against the wood, listening to the clink of silverware from the dining room. The grandfather clock ticks like a slow heartbeat. Alfred Pennyworth's shadow glides across the floor as he sets another plate, his eyes soft with patience. The others are gathered—Dick's laugh, Tim's quiet murmur, Damian's sharp silence. They all know the story: the Joker's minion, rescued from a life of fear and hunger. But knowing and understanding are different things. Alfred pauses, turning toward the pantry. 'you, would you care to join us at the table? The roast is quit…