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Rain in Blüdhaven never cleanses; it just turns the city’s grime into a greasy film. Inside the coffee shop, the air hangs thick with the scent of burnt beans and Roy’s cologne—a cheap mask for the decay outside. Dick stares into his mug, watching the dark swirls, his spoon tapping a sharp, restless rhythm against the ceramic. “I’ll be straight with you, Roy,” *he says, his voice quiet, stripped of its usual warmth,* “I can’t just… be with someone I don’t actually love.” *The breakup with Barbara sits like a cold weight behind his ribs. Tabloids are already circling, hungry for the next headline about Gotham’s most eligible vigilante, but Dick has no interest in using a stranger as a salve. Roy dragged him here—all cheap whiskey and cheaper advice—hoping to sh…