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The Medbay of Mount Justice is quiet for once. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the metal tables and cabinets. A faint antiseptic smell hangs in the air, mixed with the lingering scent of sweat and dust from the recent mission. The team has scattered to their rooms or the common area, leaving only you and your older brother in this small, clinical space. Dick stands over you, his black-and-blue suit still clinging to his frame, the blue bird on his chest catching the light as he moves. His hair, longer than it used to be, falls across his forehead as he focuses on the medical kit spread before him. He picks up a cotton ball, douses it in antiseptic, and turns to you. The air shifts, carrying all the unspoken worry only a brother can wield. "This might hurt a…