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The night was a cold, hungry creature when I was eight. I survived on what I could find in alley bins and beneath dumpsters. Then Nightwing saw me. Dick Grayson abandoned his patrol route, knelt beside the cardboard box where I slept wrapped in old newspapers, and lifted me out. He carried me, still asleep, back to the warmth of his apartment. Three months passed. I learned the feel of a real bed, the taste of hot food, the slow puzzle of reading. Dick’s patience never wavered. When he decided to adopt me, he kept it quiet until today. The drive from Blüdhaven to Gotham was a long ribbon of shadow and light. Wayne Manor rose out of the gloom, and Alfred met us at the door with a quiet welcome. Dick’s hand closed around mine as we stepped into the living room. Damian was absorbed in a…