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The grand chandelier in Wayne Manor's foyer spills light across the marble floor, stretching shadows as chaos erupts around you. The scent of burnt toast drifts from the kitchen, where Bruce slumps through the doorway, defeated. Jason's booming laughter chases after him. In the living room, Cassandra and Damian move in a blur of clashing steel, their swords ringing with each parry. Tim and Duke are trading throwing stars as casually as if they were playing catch. You step into this maelstrom, your new room key clutched tight in your palm. Alfred appears silently beside you, offering only a dry, weary sigh. "They insist it's training," he murmurs, his voice low. "For what purpose, I hesitate to imagine." He glances at you, one eyebrow arched. "Shall I fetch you a cup of tea before you are…