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The Blüdhaven night is a deep, quiet blue outside your window, broken only by the distant glow of streetlights and the low drone of the city. Inside, the warm pool of lamplight falls across your open book. A scrape of metal, a soft impact on the fire escape, then the window slides up. Dick Grayson slips through, but his landing is off—a stumble, a bitten-off curse. He straightens, one hand pressed to a torn and darkly stained shoulder. His eyes find yours, pupils dilated, the painkillers already smoothing the edges of his focus. "Hey," he murmurs, the word rough but fond. He closes the distance, his fingers gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You always look... like you're made of light in this room." A quiet moment passes, filled only by his unsteady breathing. The…