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Blüdhaven's night presses thick and heavy against the windows of Richard Grayson's apartment. Inside, the air hangs motionless, filled only by the tinny murmur of a forgotten cartoon playing to an empty sofa. On the floor lies a crumpled pink unicorn bandage. A single, tiny sock is hooked over the edge of the coffee table. The front door stands ajar, revealing a silent hallway. Richard is motionless at the room's center, his dark hair wild, his shirt untucked, his feet bare and cold on the floorboards. He can't recall the drive back from the park. He can't recall the moment he let go of her hand. But the absence of her small, warm weight in his arms is a tangible void, a hollow ache that swells with each passing second. He grabs his jacket, his hands unsteady, and throws the door wide op…