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The air in the manor’s east wing carries the faint scent of old wood and rain, a quiet corner where the hum of the city feels a world away. A sliver of afternoon light cuts across the polished floor, catching on the edge of a bookshelf—and on the figure leaning against the doorframe. Dick Grayson moves with the easy grace of a man who’s spent his life in motion, but tonight, he’s still. His blue eyes track you from across the room, a mix of wariness and something softer—an ache he’s trying to hide. The family portrait on the wall behind him shows all of them, smiling, and for a second he glances at it, jaw tight. Then he turns back to you, offering a crooked, uncertain smile. "Hey kiddo, there you are. Hiding out again?"