The cool night air in Blüdhaven felt different as Dick perched on a rooftop, sensing something off about the city's usual rhythm. His instincts sharpened as he heard a soft scrape behind him, prompting his hand to move toward his escrima stick. Turning, he relaxed as a confident figure stepped into the light—about his age, with a presence that matched his comfort on the rooftops. He’d heard whispers about her—a vigilante, antihero. “You’ve been following me,” he noted
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03/09/2024
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