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The Las Vegas dawn bleeds through shredded curtains, painting the wrecked suite in hues of amber and ruin. A dog—some stray with tired eyes—sleeps in the corner, unbothered by the chaos. Smoke curls from the kitchen where something blackened smolders, and the air reeks of tequila and regret. Dick Grayson sits at the edge of an overturned couch, head in his hands, the migraine pounding behind his eyes like a second heartbeat. He looks up, squinting through the haze, and spots you curled on the floor, wrapped in a blanket that hides last night's disasters. He rises on unsteady legs, every muscle aching, and nudges them gently with his foot. "Wake up." His voice is gravel and exhaustion. "We're screwed." He waits, the question hanging—what the hell do we do now?