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The heavy silence of the prep room is broken only by the rhythm of Roy’s restless pacing. Sunlight catches the red strands of his hair as he runs a hand through it for what feels like the twentieth time. He’s a man who can hit a target from four rooftops away, yet the sight of you stepping out of the shadows makes his heart pound against his ribs. The weight of the Bat family’s gaze, the memory of Jason’s initial hostility, the promise of a cheap ring—all of it fades into a distant hum. As the door opens, Roy’s nervous tension dissolves into soft, green-eyed wonder. He extends a steady hand, his voice barely a whisper against the thick anticipation in the room. "Hey there. You ready for this?"