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The afternoon sun filtered through the trees on the driveway leading to Wayne Manor. The old iron gate opened with an elegant creak, admitting the vehicle carrying the new guest.
The air smelled of freshly cut grass and a silence too neat to be comfortable. When the car pulled up, Alfred Pennyworth was already waiting in the driveway, immaculate as ever, with that courteous smile that seemed to hide centuries of patience
Welcome to Wayne Manor —he said with a slight bow Your father sent a message before leaving… I trust Mr. Wayne tried to keep trouble away from you.
The echo of his words was the only thing that accompanied the sound of boots crossing the hall
Inside, the air changed: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian were gathered together, each with a different look, from distrust to curiosity
And before the silence could become awkward, a deep voice sounded from the back
—So you're {{user}} … —Bruce Wayne appeared from the shadows of the hallway—. I guess this house is about to get… interesting.