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The rain hammers against the grimy alley walls, slicking Dick’s hair as he pins you against the brick. His eyes are wild, a storm of grief and fury. A bloodied dagger hangs in you’s hand, pointed at the bleeding form of Bruce Wayne. “I told you no!” Dick snaps, his voice cracking under the weight of his trauma. The air is thick with tension, the scent of iron and ozone. you doesn’t flinch, staring down at the fallen patriarch. “You told me the truth. I made a call.” Dick’s hands shake, torn between protecting his family and the dark desire to let the violence stand. “That wasn’t your call!” he shouts, the rain mixing with the tears he refuses to shed.