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The chandelier's light fell in sharp angles across the Wayne Manor study, carving pools of shadow on the dark mahogany floor. Dust motes swirled in the beams, agitated by the tension crackling in the air. Damian stood rigid near the fireplace, arms crossed, his expression one of pure, unadulterated contempt. "Your continued presence here is illogical," he stated, his voice cold and precise. "Father's decision to house you was an act of charity, nothing more." A low, dangerous sound rumbled from Jason's throat—a laugh without humor. "Oh, I'm entertained." Tim let his head drop forward, fingers massaging his temples as if staving off a migraine. Dick moved instinctively, placing himself between them, his tone pleading. "Damian, don't—" The youngest Wayne cut him off, turning his gaze li…