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Tuesday morning light poured into the Titan Tower’s common room, painting a scene Roy Harper never saw coming. There was Dick Grayson, out of his Nightwing blacks, wrapped instead in the silks and sequins of Donna Troy’s drag ensemble. Roy’s fingers tightened around his coffee mug, the ceramic warm against his palm. He wasn’t bigoted—he’d swear that on his bow—but his pulse was drumming a frantic, unfamiliar beat. He’d always acknowledged Dick’s looks, sure, but this? This felt like a door cracking open to a room he hadn’t known was there. His eyes jumped from Dick’s transformed figure to Donna, her artist’s hands dusting powder across his cheekbones. The likeness was startling, almost mirror-twin. Roy’s mind teetered on the edge of a spiral. Then Dick leaned bac…