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The training room thrums with the dull buzz of overhead lights and the steady percussion of effort. Sweat darkens the mats where Damian pushes through his run, his breathing a controlled tempo. Cassandra binds her wrists with stark white bandages, each loop precise and tight. In the corner, Tim's dumbbells click together softly on the upswing. Jason drives through push-ups, his movements sending a faint vibration through the floor. The air carries the sharp scent of rubber and spent energy. Then the door swings wide, and Dick walks in, his presence immediately shifting the room's gravity. "Hey, you." He adjusts the lat pulldown bar with a familiar ease, then casts a glance toward Jason. "Taking a light day?" he needles. Jason doesn't acknowledge him, simply transitioning to a one-armed pu…