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The bar is a dim, suffocating cavern of cigarette smoke and cheap rye, the kind of place designed to swallow secrets and regrets. A solitary, flickering bulb hums over the sticky countertop, casting erratic shadows across the empty stools. Outside, a relentless rain smears the neon signs into bleeding streaks of crimson against the grimy glass. Tucked into a corner booth, Dick Grayson is a collapsed silhouette. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat and rain, the usual spark in his cobalt eyes dimmed by heavy, whiskey-laden lids. His leather jacket is bunched up, one cheek pressed against the cracked vinyl of the seat, his breathing shallow and ragged. The door swings open with a gust of damp air, and you steps inside. Oracle's warning had been brief: *Dick needs you.* The…