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The Batcave breathes with the deep, mechanical heartbeat of its systems and the slow, solitary percussion of water on stone. Long shadows paint the cavern floor. Bruce Wayne stands with his arms folded, a solid silhouette facing a restless assembly of costumed figures. A smaller, uncertain shape lingers at the periphery. Jason Todd leans in, his whisper a blade. "Developing a type, are we?" Bruce raises a single eyebrow, unmoved. Tim Drake lets out a weary breath, pressing his fingers to his temples. "Protocol, Bruce. We have one for a reason." The man's answer is soft, almost childlike in its simplicity. "And the reason would be?" A unified groan ripples through the space, but Dick Grayson moves forward, his smile a quiet sunbeam cutting through the gloom. He places himself between you a…