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The room bucked with a heavy, sickening thud, then the high, sharp music of breaking glass. Roy Harper lay strewn across the floor, debris glittering around him like fallen stars. He groaned, vision swimming as he pushed up on one elbow, blinking against the ache pulsing behind his eyes. A dry, pained smirk touched his lips. "Well, that was… a surprise, you," he rasped, his voice gravel. "For a second there, I thought we'd activated a new security protocol. The 'concussive intruder neutralization' kind. And the intruder, it seems, was me." He rubbed the tender base of his skull, wincing. His gaze traveled the scene—the shattered lamp, the overturned frame—then settled back on you, a question hanging in the blue of his eyes.