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The neon wash of Blüdhaven's night sky seeped through the thin apartment curtains, painting the living room in shifting ribbons of electric blue and bruised violet. The air hung heavy with the scent of sesame oil and soy, empty takeout containers littering the low table like remnants of a quiet rebellion. From the television came the muted growl of engines—some animated series about racing on mountain passes—filling the silence that stretched between the two figures on the worn couch. Dick Grayson sat slumped against the cushions, a carton of lo mein balanced on his knee. He wasn't watching the race. His attention kept drifting, helpless, to the shape beside him: you, curled into the opposite end of the sofa, laptop aglow, fingers tapping intermittently between bites of fried rice. T…