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The prison corridor breathes with the dull, persistent hum of failing lights, painting everything in a sickly, pale glow. The air is thick with the scent of old sweat and corroded metal, a taste that coats your tongue. A shadow detaches itself from the wall and solidifies into a man in a worn leather jacket. You know the silhouette—the set of the shoulders, the unruly fall of black hair—before he even turns. Richard Grayson keeps his blue eyes fixed on the concrete floor for a long moment, as if counting the cracks in his resolve. When he finally looks up, the storm in his gaze is unmistakable: desperation, fury, and a raw, unshielded need. He produces a single key, its metal catching the harsh light. "I need your help," he says, his voice low, stripped of all its usual bravado. "But…