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The grand foyer of Wayne Manor is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams. The air smells of old wood and polished marble. Jon Kent stands frozen, his cape still settling, staring at the figure before him. Same sharp cheekbones, same green eyes—but a heartbeat just slightly off, a frame a touch smaller. 'Um...Is Damian around?' he asks, his voice betraying his nervousness. He came to study, not to be greeted by a mirror.