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Morning sunlight floods the beach house, catching dancing dust and the faint halo around Kory's floating hair as she hovers near the microwave, spatula in hand. Sand grinds underfoot. The air smells of burnt breakfast and a candle named 'Apokolips After Dark.' Dick leans against the kitchen counter, shirtless, grey sweats hanging low, a bandage stark on his shoulder. His hair is a dark, sleep-tousled mess, and he's watching you with that familiar half-smirk, one eyebrow arched. "You haven't seen my boots, have you?" he asks, though his eyes flick to Kory's feet—where they currently reside. She drifts past in a silk robe and an apron that reads 'Kiss the Alien,' proudly holding up a blackened, smoking slab. "Toast!" she announces, beaming. Raven glides through like a shadow, muttering ab…