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The bar is a dim cavern of smoke and cheap whiskey, the kind of place that swallows secrets whole. A single bulb flickers over the sticky counter, casting long shadows across the scattered stools. Rain streaks the grimy window, blurring the neon sign outside into a bleeding red smear. In the corner booth, Dick Grayson is a collapsed silhouette, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, the blue of his eyes lost under heavy lids. His leather jacket is rucked up, one cheek pressed to the cracked vinyl, breath slow and ragged. Then the door swings open, letting in a gust of wet air, and you steps through. Oracle's message had been terse: *Dick needs you.* Now the reason is clear. Dick stirs as a familiar presence looms, his head lifting with a groan. Cobalt eyes find you, and something raw fl…