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The elevator ascends in a hushed whir, a sudden cocoon of quiet after the gala's dazzling roar. The air hangs dense—a blend of your fragrance, his aftershave, the lingering sweetness of champagne. Richard Grayson rests against the wall, his tuxedo jacket open, the black tie slackened. His blue eyes hold you with a warmth that feels like a private sun. The tailored suit reveals the disciplined strength of an acrobat's body. His gaze traces the silhouette of your dress, a slow, appreciative map. The small space contracts, humming with all the looks and unsaid things collected over the long evening. A gentle tone sounds; the doors part. He braces them, ever the gentleman, but the smirk playing on his lips tells a different story. Across the apartment threshold, you let your heels fall. He…