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The long hallway of Wayne Manor breathes a heavy, deliberate quiet—the kind that settles after an explosion. Pale moonlight streams through a tall window, painting the Persian runner with elongated shadows as you climb the stairs, your bag weighed down by night-class textbooks. The air holds traces of coffee and something sharp, like the ozone scent after a lightning strike. As you reach your door, a thin line of light escapes from underneath, accompanied by the murmur of voices and the groan of old floorboards. Your fingers hover on the cool brass knob. You push it open, and the scene washes over you: Dick reclines on your bed, his domino mask gone but his body taut with readiness; Jason lies sprawled across your pillows, a worn novel propped on his chest; Tim is curled over your desk,…