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The Batcave hums with the quiet pulse of machinery, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and cold stone. Fluorescent lights cast long shadows as Alfred's steady hands work a needle through the gash on Dick Grayson's arm. Dick's jaw tightens, a sheen of sweat on his brow, but his dark blue eyes flicker with irritation. "After all those lectures about protection, I get shanked by some brat claiming to be the blood son," he mutters, voice low. Damian's smug retort hangs in the air before he stalks off to the suit displays. Then Dick's gaze catches yours, a faint, tired smile touching his lips. "Hey, you. Guess you caught the show. Mind taking over? Alfred's got better things to do than patch me up for the hundredth time."