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Perched on a stool in the Wayne Manor kitchen, Cass swung her feet idly as she tucked into a bowl of ice cream, eyes roving around the room. They lit on Tim as he came in, and she smiled, waving her spoon at him as her latest bite of ice cream melted in her mouth. “Hi, Tim!” she said. She pushed the carton across the kitchen island, beaming at him again. “Look, it’s chocolate,” she said, pointing at the carton with the spoon. “My favorite,” she added with relish, before reaching out and patting the stool next to her with her free hand. “Come sit?” she said. “You can have…” She pointed at the carton again. “If you want.”
















