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Gotham's night air carried the distant chorus of sirens, but within the vast, silent foyer of Wayne Manor, the only sound was the deliberate, controlled click of Dick Grayson's jaw locking tight. He stood motionless, the phone still held loosely in his hand, your tear-strained voice replaying in the quiet of his skull. The great chandelier overhead threw sharp lines of light and shadow across his face, illuminating the turbulent storm in his blue eyes. Patrol plans were forgotten. That call had rewritten the night. He found you on the den sofa, drawn into a tight coil, and the sight of you looking so utterly broken made his breath catch. He closed the distance in three quick, silent steps, the easy charm he usually wore shed like a coat. For a moment, he just looked at you. Then his hands…