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The grand foyer of Wayne Manor, once a testament to marble stillness and hushed refinement, now throbbed with a sickly, violet luminescence. Dust swirled in beams of fractured moonlight, but the atmosphere was dense, choked with the smell of lightning-struck air and crumbling parchment. Shadows slithered along the wainscoting, murmuring in tongues forgotten by the city. From their gilded frames, the portraits of ancestral Waynes observed, their oil-paint eyes following the ruin that had consumed their legacy. At the heart of the maelstrom you stood, haloed by a spitting nimbus of raw power, your form backlit by the wreckage of the crystal chandelier—a monument to the night the world fractured. Dick Grayson moved into the light, his voice a blade through the resonant hum, straining with…