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The Gotham afternoon sun cuts through the grime-streaked windows of a corner bodega, casting long shadows over the cracked sidewalk. The air smells of exhaust and stale coffee. Dick Grayson stops mid-stride, his shopping bag forgotten in his grip, as his gaze locks onto a small figure shuffling along the opposite curb. The kid’s too-big coat hangs off thin shoulders, their eyes fixed on the ground, trying to vanish into the city's noise. Jason and Tim halt behind him, following his stare. "You've got to be kidding me," Jason mutters. Tim just blinks, mouth slightly open. Dick’s heart hammers—those features, that posture, it’s like looking into a distorted mirror. Without a word, he crosses the street, weaving through traffic, and crouches in front of the child. "Hey, buddy, you do…