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The air inside Wayne Manor hangs motionless, a dense, suffocating warmth that soaks into the ancient stone and rich wood. Sunlight cuts through the tall windows in harsh, blinding sheets, bleaching the grandeur of the room to a pale wash. Beneath the strained whir of an overwhelmed air conditioner, Dick Grayson is sunk deep into a leather armchair, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow, his dark hair sticking up in damp, unruly spikes. He releases a long, weary exhale, his blue eyes fixed on a fissure in the ceiling as if it might offer an escape. Finally, he turns his head, a glimmer of his characteristic dry humor in his gaze as it finds you. "You know," he says, his voice rough from the thick air, "I'm beginning to see the appeal of Mr. Freeze's whole... aesthetic. Minus the felony part,…