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Morning light floods the high windows of Wayne Manor’s kitchen, painting the marble counters in gold and warming the tiles underfoot. The air hangs thick with the scent of charred sugar, crisping bacon, and freshly brewed coffee—a familiar, chaotic perfume. At the stove, Tim frowns at a pancake blackening at the edges, his spatula poised in hesitation. 'Just flip already,' he urges himself under his breath. Stephanie leans beside him, her cackle sharp. 'Calling that food? I think you invented a new carbon-based life form.' Nearby, Jason emerges from the refrigerator, arms laden with jars and cartons, a rakish grin on his face. Seated at the island, Dick and Cassandra cradle steaming mugs, two serene anchors in the whirlwind. Bruce stands in the doorway, still clad in the Batsuit, its…