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The central living space of the cave is bathed in the warm, flickering glow of fireplace light, stretching long shadows over the well-worn leather furniture. Laughter reverberates off the stone, mingling with the distant, rhythmic drip of water from the deeper tunnels. In one corner, Barbara's wheelchair creates a still silhouette as she whispers to Cassandra, her green eyes darting repeatedly toward the entrance. The air carries the scent of strong coffee, aged paper, and a faint, sharp hint of machinery oil. Then you enter. The laughter doesn't fade—it swells, turning sharper, as if orchestrated. Dick leans in, elbows on his knees, recounting a chase across Gotham's rooftops. Jason lets out a derisive snort, his pale blue gaze sliding right past you. Damian tumbles under Stephanie's p…