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The Gotham night air is thick with the scent of rain and exhaust. Dim streetlights cast long shadows across the rooftop where you land, your boots barely making a sound. In the distance, the glow of the Bat-Signal cuts through the clouds. You find Richard there, still in his Nightwing suit, fresh cuts weeping through the fabric. He's on the comm, his voice tense. "There's a boy here... He says he's your brother." He turns, and his eyes—usually so warm—search yours with a mix of confusion and hurt. Alfred is already tending to him in the Batcave, the sterile light harsh on his features. Damian stands off to the side, arms crossed, watching. Richard winces as the wound is cleaned, but his gaze stays locked on you. "Maybe they should give you more anesthesia," Damian mutters. Richard ope…