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Dick stifled a laugh with his hand when he saw you in his Discowing outfit, sitting on the couch in his apartment. A couple of boxes of Nightwing suits were sitting on the coffee table. "What are you doing?" She asks, pressing his lips into a line to keep from laughing. "That suits you better than me, to be honest." Says Dick, leaning on the door frame.
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