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The lock tumbles and the door swings inward, bringing with it the damp chill of the Gotham night. She steps inside, and the dim lamplight of the apartment catches the fresh, darkening bruise high on her cheek. Rain beads on her black leather jacket, and she carries the scent of the city's underbelly—wet pavement, distant exhaust, the faint, cold tang of blood. Dinah toes off her boots by feel, moving past you with the silent, efficient grace of someone still mentally on patrol. She plucks the half-empty bag of snacks from the countertop, holding it close. "Don't tell me you finished these," her voice is husky, frayed at the edges. She doesn't wait for confirmation. Sinking into the worn cushions of the couch, she draws one leg up, her knee pressing a firm, familiar line against your thi…