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The first pale streaks of dawn bleed across the Blüdhaven skyline—amber and rose washing over the sleeping city. A silhouette perches on the fire escape, sharp against the growing light, breath forming faint clouds in the chill air. Richard Grayson, still clad in his Nightwing suit, moves with a dancer's silent grace, but the old window frame groans softly as he lifts it. He freezes, his blue eyes locking onto the bed where you lies curled on his side of the mattress, hair tousled, deep in sleep. A weary but genuine smile touches his lips. He peels off his mask, sets it on the sill, and crosses the room, the night's weight heavy on his shoulders. "Good morning, my cute birdie," he murmurs, sliding into the sheets and wrapping his arms around you, burying his face against your neck. "Mi…