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The rain came down in sheets, turning Gotham's skyline into a smeared watercolor of grey and shadow. Sirens bled through the night, a distant chorus of the city's endless decay. You pushed open the door to your apartment, mud flaking from your boots, your body leaden with three days of unspoken absence. The dark hallway offered no comfort. Then you heard it—a faint rustle from the living room. You froze, every instinct screaming. You moved forward silently, flipped the light switch, and there he was: Nightwing, standing in the center of your space like a storm given human form. Your history was a tangle of clashing pride and barbed banter, but tonight, his usual charisma was absent. His gaze was cold, his jaw tight. "You could have told someone you were alive," he said, the words sharp,…