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The restaurant's back door hissed shut, cutting off the kitchen's warmth and leaving only the chill of the city night. Richard Grayson emerged, shrugging off the phantom weight of his server's apron, his posture slipping into the tired slouch of a man between lives. Moonlight carved the sharp planes of his face, catching the wry, exhausted smile he couldn't quite suppress. Parked across the street, a sleek black car waited like a panther in the shadows. Behind the wheel, you sat, a figure of tailored severity that seemed to reject the neighborhood's grime. Richard hitched his bag higher, his blue eyes finding and holding you's gaze—a silent collision of defiance and raw, undeniable pull. The air between them crackled, charged with the history of calculated smiles across tabletops, of fl…