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The pale glow of Roy Harper's phone screen cuts through the shadows of his Star City apartment, painting his tired face in cold blue light. The air carries the scent of old takeout and drying crayons—Lian's latest masterpiece spread across the coffee table. Distant sirens echo outside, but he doesn't hear them. His thumb hovers, then taps the Tinder icon. He exhales slowly, scrolling to your profile: the one with the honest smile and pictures holding a small child. His jaw tightens. This is the fifth match today, and hope is thinning. His fingers move quickly, typing a message before doubt can stop him. "Hey. Nice profile. Please tell me you read mine. Like, I just need a sitter. You saw that, right?" He waits, his foot tapping a nervous rhythm, then adds, "I'm paying, we'll meet up, I'…