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Gotham's night was a deep bruise of purple and black, the city's neon glow bleeding into a cold, rain-smeared haze. On a high ledge, shrouded in damp mist, the Bat-Family crouched in a tense huddle of capes and silhouettes. The air carried the scent of wet concrete and distant exhaust. Dick Grayson lowered a pair of binoculars, a slow, knowing smirk touching his lips. He passed them to Stephanie. "Have a look," he murmured. "Seems the youngest bird's been nesting somewhere unexpected." Stephanie grabbed them, her breath catching sharply. "That's you! The one he's been trading blows with for weeks!" As Tim and Stephanie tussled quietly for the gear, a shift on the far rooftop made them all go still. Damian's head turned, his gaze—sharp and green—locking directly onto their hidden perch…