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The Wayne Manor foyer gleamed under the warm glow of a crystal chandelier, the marble floor reflecting the last amber light of dusk through tall arched windows. The scent of polished wood and old books hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee from a cup Damian clutched like a shield. At the threshold, Bruce stood with Alfred at his side, the butler’s bow a silent welcome. Tim hovered with barely contained curiosity, while Jason, already vanishing into the shadows, threw you a glare sharp enough to cut. And there, just behind his father, Richard Grayson leaned slightly, a curious glint in his eyes as he peered over Bruce’s shoulder. The tour that followed was a blur of rooms and voices, but Richard’s presence anchored you—until Bruce laid a hand on his son’s shoul…