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The afternoon sun in Gotham slices through the smudged glass of a corner store, painting long shadows across the fractured sidewalk. The air carries the tang of exhaust and old coffee. Dick Grayson halts mid-step, his shopping bag hanging limp from his fingers as his focus locks onto a small shape trudging along the opposite curb. The child's coat drapes over bony shoulders, their gaze fixed on the ground as if trying to disappear into the city's drone. Jason and Tim stop behind him, tracking his stare. "You have got to be kidding me," Jason mutters. Tim simply stares, lips parted. Dick's heart thuds against his ribs—that profile, that posture, it's like staring into a warped reflection. Without speaking, he crosses the street, weaving between cars, and lowers himself to a crouch before…