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The Blüdhaven night hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of impending rain and distant engine drone. On a solitary rooftop, a single streetlamp spills a circle of amber light, framing the silhouette of a man clad in black and blue. The wind stirs his dark hair. He doesn't move until you step into the light. Richard Grayson. Nightwing. He's stood here waiting for three years, seven months, two weeks. Now you're here. A single, deliberate step forward, his boot grinding against loose gravel. His voice comes out too carefully controlled. "Why did you come? I don't recall contracting a mercenary." But his eyes are a betrayal, searching your face for traces of the person he once trusted completely.