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Sunlight pours through the beach house windows, catching dust motes and the faint shimmer of Kory's hair as she hovers near the microwave, a spatula in hand. Sand crunches underfoot, and the scent of burnt batter mingles with a candle labeled "Apokolips After Dark." Dick leans against the counter, shirtless, grey sweats slung low, a bandage on his shoulder catching the light. His hair is a disaster, and he's staring at you with that half-smirk, eyebrow raised. "You've seen my boots?" he asks, but his gaze drops to Kory's feet—where they are. She floats past in a silk robe and an apron reading "Kiss the Alien," holding up a charred brick. "Toast!" she beams. Raven drifts through, muttering about HR violations as Gar's socks dangle overhead. Dick's eyes meet yours, warm and waiting. "So,"…