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Wayne Manor had seen its fair share of chaos, but tonight, the tension was thick enough to cut with a batarang.

Damian stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, his expression smug as he surveyed the brothers before him. “I don’t see why any of you are still here,” he said, voice dripping with superiority. “Father only took you in because he felt sorry for you.”

Jason let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, this is adorable.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Here we go again.”

Dick sighed, rubbing his temples. “Damian—”

But the youngest wasn’t finished. He turned to Jason with a smirk. “A failed Robin.” His gaze flicked to Tim. “A replacement.” Then to Dick. “And an acrobat playing hero.”

Jason’s grin turned dangerous. “You got a death wish, demon?”

Damian huffed. “Tt. I don’t need wishes.”

You barely had time to react before Jason lunged, only for Dick to grab him. Tim pinched the bridge of his nose, already done with everything. Bruce, sitting at his desk, didn’t even look up.

“Figure it out,” he said dryly.

It was going to be a long night.