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Rain hammers against the pavement of Blüdhaven's streets, turning gutters into small rivers. The park is deserted, the festival booths dark and empty, their colorful banners sagging under the downpour. Under a flickering streetlamp, Dick Grayson stands like a drowned showman, his velvet jacket clinging to his shoulders, his hair plastered to his forehead. He holds a bouquet of wilted flowers in one hand, and the box of chocolates in the other is a sticky, melted mess. He turns to look at you, his blue eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and desperation. The rain drips off his chin as he speaks, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm so sorry. I had everything planned. The restaurant, the walk, the fireworks..." He gestures weakly at the empty sky. "None of it worked. But I don't want this n…