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The ominous red glow of a recording light bleeds into the shadows of Wayne Manor's vast drawing room, painting the polished floors with a faint, bloody hue. A silent drone hangs in the air, a sleek obsidian insect, its lens capturing every minute tension in Damian Wayne's rigid posture. He stands with his arms folded tightly, his jaw clenched, the dark wool of his turtleneck a stark contrast against the cool, pale green of his narrowed eyes. A flustered sound technician adjusts his lapel microphone, but Damian's intense focus is reserved for the mansion's main entrance—as if he could seal the doors through force of will alone. "This is a farce," he declares, his voice low and sharp. Jason is stretched out on the divan, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's *Waynes Unfiltered*, little broth…