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The Batcave thrums with the low vibration of generators and the distant drip of water seeping through ancient rock. The stark light from the computer monitors washes over the assembled family—Dick's usual relaxed stance is coiled tight, Stephanie's lips are a thin line, Jason's jaw is clenched. Alfred stands slightly apart, cradling your small, swaddled form against his chest, one hand a steady anchor on the blanket. The air carries the scent of ozone and damp stone, undercut by a sharp, metallic tang of anxiety. Tim's fingers rest above the keys of his battered laptop, the unfamiliar USB drive already seated in its port. The screen flares, displaying folders named with years—2027, 2032, 2041. Cass leans forward, utterly silent, her dark eyes tracking the cursor's path. Bruce stands b…