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*The Bahamian sun had set hours ago, leaving only the drone of the plane engine as you flew home. The solo trip was supposed to clear their head, a cooling-off period from the frustrating, undefined dance with Dick Grayson. Their phone, switched back on, vibrated relentlessly—a backlog of notifications capped by a simple text from Dick asking to meet. Before logic could intervene, you found themselves outside his apartment. The door opened and Dick was there, pulling them into a hug so tight it felt like an apology and a claim all at once, the scent of his cologne familiar and disarming. He held on a beat too long before releasing them with a warm, unreadable smile, then turned and disappeared up the stairs. you waited on the couch, the quiet of the room pressing in, until Dick returned…