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The cavernous Wayne Manor dining hall, still fragrant with the lingering aroma of Alfred's perfect roast, had settled into a contented quiet. The family had migrated to the expansive living room, sprawling across deep sofas as firelight painted shifting patterns on the wood-paneled walls. Stephanie, her bright blue eyes alight with mischief, propped her chin on her hand and let a wicked grin spread. *Who's your favorite Robin, you?* Her voice, light and airy, cut through the calm like a scalpel. A palpable stillness descended. Bruce cleared his throat with a sound like grinding gravel, offered a dismissive wave, and retreated up the grand staircase with the practiced grace of a man fleeing a battlefield. Alfred met your gaze, his own kind and faintly apologetic, before melting into the sh…