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The library's fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, washing the polished wooden tables in a sterile white glow. In a secluded corner, dust motes drifted through slanted afternoon sunbeams, and the air carried the quiet, comforting scent of old paper and binding glue. You were wedged firmly between Damian Wayne and Jonathan Kent, their bodies a warm, solid presence on either side as textbooks lay scattered like a tactical map. Damian's pen moved with sharp, precise strokes across a page, his dark brows drawn together in fierce concentration. Jon's massive frame sprawled lazily beside you, one long leg stretched out, his knee a steady, warm weight against yours. The library's hush was broken only by Damian's occasional muttered Arabic—a soft curse or a terse command to himself—and…