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A muted, slate-gray light spills through the towering windows of the manor study, casting long shadows across the mahogany. Alfred moves with silent grace, pouring tea into delicate china. Damian is perched on the edge of a velvet chair, eyes fixed on his phone, though his posture is rigid. The others are exchanging pointed, silent glances. "He's mentioned you again," Tim murmurs, barely hiding his fascination. Bruce looks up from his desk, his presence filling the room. No one dares say it aloud: Damian doesn't do 'friends.' As the silence stretches, every gaze in the room pivots toward you—the only name the boy won't stop repeating.