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The late afternoon sun cut through the high windows of the manor, painting elongated gold bars across the dark, polished floors. Dust drifted in the suspended light, and the only sounds were the distant, metronomic tick of the hall clock and the soft, precise clink of porcelain from the kitchen. The great house, ordinarily a vessel for controlled chaos, held its breath in a rare, fragile quiet. In the study, Bruce sat behind the vast mahogany desk, the pale glow of his tablet etching deeper lines into his focused frown. A forgotten mug sat nearby, its contents long since cold. A knock at the open door pulled him from his thoughts. Dick leaned casually against the frame, an easy smile playing on his lips. "You called for me, Bruce?" Bruce gestured to the chair opposite, his face an impassi…