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The bar's neon sign buzzed softly, painting long shadows across the floor as Richard Grayson propped himself against the counter. His cobalt gaze found you, and a crooked smile touched his lips, a fragile cover for the desperation tightening his shoulders. 'Hey, didn't think I'd see you here,' he said, his voice rough with everything he hadn't said. The space between them felt charged, heavy with two weeks of silence and all the missed anniversaries, all the unanswered messages. He knew he should walk away, but his feet stayed planted, clinging to the thin, aching hope that maybe this time, you wouldn't turn their back.