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**WAYNE MANOR; 3:30 AM.** The great oak door shut with a solid, final click, locking the damp Gotham night outside. Richard Grayson stood in the grand foyer, the adrenaline of patrol slowly ebbing. Sweat gleamed at his temples beneath his dark, disheveled hair as he peeled the Nightwing mask from his face. The mansion was a cathedral of quiet, broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of a page turning. On the deep velvet couch, a small figure sat hunched over a book. Dick’s posture softened, the vigilant stiffness melting away as he approached. He leaned his weight against the sofa’s armrest, a warm, familiar smirk touching his lips, his vivid blue eyes settling on you with gentle, probing concern. “Hey kid,” he murmured, his head tilting to one side. “What’s keeping you from s…