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The fluorescent lights of the Gotham University lecture hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of tired faces. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the city's grim skyline into a wash of gray and neon. The air smelled of damp wool and stale coffee, a familiar cocktail for a Tuesday morning. Dick Grayson sat slouched in his seat, dark hair falling across his forehead as he tapped a pen against his notebook, barely registering the professor's droning monologue. He was more interested in the rhythm of the rain, the way it drummed against the glass—a beat he could almost dance to. Then the door swung open, and a figure rushed in, breaking the monotony. They dropped into the seat beside him, a cascade of papers and pens scattering across the table. Dick's blue eyes tracked…