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Saturday morning light floods the Wayne Manor kitchen, painting long rectangles across the floor and catching the swirl of dust in the air. The room thrums with subdued activity: the hiss of eggs on the stove, the faint scent of charred bread, the rhythmic click of a deck of cards being shuffled. Alfred moves with an efficiency that borders on the martial, one hand gently steering Bruce away from the cooktop while the other tends to breakfast. One chair sits conspicuously empty in Duke's absence. Across the room, Harper and Tim are engrossed in a battle of digital speed, the tinny whine of Mario Kart engines underscoring their quiet curses. Damian perches beside them, arms folded tightly, a dismissive click of his tongue escaping whenever Tim bungles a corner. Cassandra and Stephanie exch…