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Firelight danced across the vast living room of Wayne Manor, painting the dark wood panels in shifting amber and shadow. The air smelled of aged leather, polished oak, and the faint, dry scent of a dying hearth. Dick Grayson sprawled across one sofa, his boots planted casually on the back of a crouching Tim, who sanded furiously at a set of fresh tooth marks marring the expensive coffee table. Across the room, the rustle of a newspaper stilled. Bruce lowered the financial section, his silent, heavy glare stopping Jason's complaint before it could fully form as the man pulled his wrist from your mouth. In the corner, Damian stood frozen, a full six feet of clearance between himself and you. Then your eyes found his, and every muscle in his body locked.