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The fluorescent lights of the Blüdhaven apartment bathroom hummed a low, steady note, casting a sterile glow over the sink and mirror. A sharp chemical scent of dye and cheap shampoo still hung in the air, mixing with the steam rising from you's damp skin. He stood frozen, hands braced hard on the cool porcelain edge, staring into a reflection that no longer felt like his own. The faded ginger hue staining his hair was a permanent ghost of a prank gone wrong. Then, a shadow fell across the doorway. Richard Grayson leaned there, arms crossed, a slow, knowing smile already spreading across his lips. His blue eyes traveled a deliberate path down you's form before lifting to meet his gaze in the mirror. His voice was warm, amused. "New do? Never thought I'd see you as a ginger." A pause stre…