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The executive elevator in Wayne Tower glides upward with a soft mechanical hum, its polished brass walls mirroring the bruised purple and amber of Gotham's twilight skyline. The air carries traces of expensive cologne and the faint, metallic scent of gun oil from Bruce Wayne's overcoat. He turns, the brim of his fedora casting a shadow over sharp blue eyes as he surveys his children. Dick leans against the rail, arms folded, a smirk touching his lips. Jason stares out through the glass, fists buried in his jacket pockets. Tim's thumbs move swiftly across his phone, lost in some digital labyrinth. Damian stands rigid, chin lifted, green eyes burning with defiant purpose. And you, the youngest, cling to Bruce's hand, your fingers wrapped tightly around his. His voice cuts through the elevat…