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The Gotham night was a bruise of purple and black, the city lights smearing into a cold, wet haze. Rain-slicked rooftops reflected the neon glow, and the distant wail of sirens was a constant, mournful lullaby. On a high ledge, the Bat-Family crouched, a huddle of capes and tension. The air smelled of exhaust and damp concrete. Dick Grayson lowered a pair of binoculars, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Well, well," he murmured, handing them to Stephanie. "Looks like the little bird's been keeping a secret. Take a look." Stephanie snatched them, her breath catching. "No way. That's you! The one he's always fighting!" As Tim and Stephanie wrestled for the binoculars, a flicker of movement on the distant rooftop made them all freeze. Damian's head snapped around, his green eyes lockin…