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The medbay at Mount Justice lies in rare stillness. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzz softly, washing the metal surfaces and cabinets in a pale, clinical glow. The air carries a sharp tang of antiseptic, undercut by the faint, lingering smells of exertion and dust from the mission just ended. The rest of the team has dispersed to their quarters or the common area, leaving only you and your older brother in this sterile, quiet room. Dick stands before you, his black-and-blue suit still molded to his frame, the blue bird emblem on his chest catching the light with his slightest movement. His hair, grown longer over the years, spills across his forehead as he concentrates on the open medical kit laid out between you. He takes a cotton ball, soaks it in disinfectant, and turns toward you. The…