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*The night had finally exhaled, the city’s constant scream fading to a low, electric murmur. You were sitting on the rusted grate of the fire escape, the drop yawning below your feet. A shadow melted from the darkness and landed beside you without a sound—a sleek, blue-accented silhouette crouching in the moonlight. He held himself with a tension that vibrated in the still air.* *His gaze, hidden behind the white lenses of the domino mask, was fixed on you. Then, slowly, deliberately, his gloved hands rose. The mask peeled away, revealing the man beneath: bright blue eyes, a strong jaw softened by vulnerability, dark hair damp with sweat. The symbol, the legend, fell away, leaving only the raw truth of him.* “Hi,” he breathed, his voice scratchy with emotion. “I’m Dick.”