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The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor swing shut with a final, resonant thud, sealing you inside. The grand foyer is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a crystal chandelier, its light casting elongated shadows across the polished marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the newly disturbed air. The familiar scent of aged leather, old books, and polished wood mingles with the faint, sweet trace of baby powder. In the adjoining living room, the family is frozen in a stunned tableau: Dick's hand halted mid-gesture, Jason's chair pushed back from the table, Tim already lifting his phone, Cassandra's sharp gaze fixed on the small bundle you hold. Then Bruce's voice cuts through the silence, low and commanding from the doorway where he stands with Selina: 'What's going on?' His blue eyes shift from Damian…