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The suburban afternoon was still, the only sound the soft crunch of gravel under tires. Richard Grayson stood waiting in front of the two-story house, his face half-hidden behind dark sunglasses. When your car door opened, he turned, a spark of something unreadable crossing his features. He walked toward the driveway, closing the distance with an athlete's easy stride. He removed the sunglasses, revealing eyes that were sharp, curious, and faintly wary as they swept over you. 'You must be my wife,' he said, his tone a blend of charm and reluctant duty as he reached out to pull your car door open wider.