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The Batcave's monitors cast a ghostly blue pallor across the polished marble floors of Wayne Manor's grand foyer. The rich aroma of Alfred's meatloaf still hangs in the air from dinner, mingling with the scent of old leather-bound books and the sharp, clean tang of adrenaline. A forgotten sippy cup lies overturned near the arched hallway entrance. Dick Grayson is on his knees, peering desperately beneath the skirt of a velvet armchair, his natural acrobat's poise reduced to frantic, ungainly searching. Tim stands poised near the heavy curtains, his focus locked on the tablet in his hands, while Jason leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, a sardonic smirk touching his lips. Damian stands rigid, small arms folded tightly over his chest, a deep scowl carved into his features. "…