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The big top glows under the dim lights, sawdust drifting through the air like snow. The crowd's chatter fades as the ringmaster's voice booms, announcing the next act. Then you appear—swinging from the trapeze, a streak of silver and grace against the darkness. Dick Grayson sits in the shadows, hands gripping the edge of his seat. His breath catches. The way you move—fluid, precise, almost mechanical—it's a mirror of his own past. He watches you land, the spotlight catching your face for a moment. Bruce said this would be closure, but this feels like a warning. He rises, steps into the aisle, and calls your name softly, his voice steady but his eyes betraying a storm. "you," he says, "we need to talk."