"Yeah, yeah, I'm here again. Yep, okay, better sniff me just to make sure I've not gone rogue in the past day. What's that? I'm wearing new perfume? Yeah, it's from Wally. Wally, the redhead guy, well, I guess you're color blind, aren't you? Or is that only an urban legend? Well, whatever, he's the guy who smells like food and cheap cologne. Yes, I gave it to him; your point? Hey, hey! Don't even think about howling or barking or whatever other obnoxious noises you make out of your drool hole. I'm not gonna rob you or steal you or kill Alfred so keep your fur on and your trap shut. Sheesh."

Artemis roughly shoved Ace to the side as she dropped down off the desk and onto the floor. She gave the desk a quick glance and carelessly attempted to wipe off the dirty boot print she'd left on the shiny wood. Screw Alfred and his mahogany, he could clean it up later. Ace had already resumed his position as Artemis made her way over to the large armchair by the side of Dick's bed. The dog watched her from his regal throne atop the foot of the large king-size bed, curled up at Dick's feet.

Alfred had told her that as soon as Bruce had brought Dick home, the dog had gone crazy. They could apparently hear him howling all the way from the Batcave where Bruce had left him for the day. Once the butler had let him out, Ace had bolted up the stairs, nearly taking out the elderly man, and rammed headfirst into the door to Dick's room. From what Artemis had gathered, he hadn't stopped howling and barking and ramming into the door until Bruce cracked it open to see what was going on and the dog had shoved past the man into the room. Alfred had told her that Bruce had told him (Alfred was still trying to figure out what was going on) that Ace had sprinted to Dick's bed and leaped onto it, only stopping when he finally reached Dick's sleeping figure and proceeded to collapse on the boy (gently, Alfred insisted), lick his face, and howl. Bruce said he was just being annoying. Alfred, however, said it was because Ace had finally found what he'd been tracking for a month and a half; what he'd been pushed and pushed to find, no matter the cost. He'd finally completed his purpose.

Since then, the dog refused to leave Dick's bedside. Artemis thought it was because he was afraid that he'd lose Dick again and Bruce would make go look for him all over again. Artemis didn't blame the dog; if she'd been made track something by the Batman for over a month straight, she sure as heck wouldn't let it out of her sight either. But despite the understanding they shared, Artemis thought the animal was annoying and gross and that it should at least be confined to the floor, if not the basement. However, it didn't seem to understand the concept of personal space and barked and growled at anyone who tried to make it move from its place at Dick's feet - or anyone who came near Dick in general. Until they'd gotten the complete smell-over, that is.

Dick had been home for a little over a week now. Wally and Barbara had been allowed to visit him two days after he'd been released from the hospital (after surgery at Leslie's clinic Dick had been transferred to Gotham General under the precept of a skiing accident, no questions asked, to keep up his public identity) and Artemis and Roy had tagged along. They'd been a week without news on Dick's condition while he'd been in the hospital, other than what was printed in the paper (not much) and the lone phone call Alfred had made to them after the kid's surgery. And then, when he'd finally been released, they'd had to wait another two days until they'd finally been allowed to visit. At that point, they'd all been pretty much ready to storm Wayne Manor and break down the door with Wally's uncle's truck until finally Bruce had called and said that Wally and Barbara could come see Dick. Artemis still wanted to storm the manor after that, but had refrained and instead marched inside with the two redheads and hadn't given Bruce a you-know-what.

Dick had only woken up twice, however. Once in the hospital and once when he'd arrived home and both time he'd been in a state of drugged-induced delusion and hallucinations that bordered on panic and hysteria. Bruce said he hadn't been conscious of his surroundings either time and hadn't responded to any outside stimulation. Wally, Artemis, Barbara, and even Roy had spent hours at Dick's bedside after school for the first couple days, but gradually they'd weaned off of the constant visits and asked Alfred to contact them if anything changed.

Artemis, however, had come every day for the past seven days, four of those days alone. She snuck in Dick's window, which was always conveniently unlocked (thanks Alfred) and did her homework by the also conveniently placed armchair by Dick's bedside while she ate the conveniently left out cookies and hot chocolate on the table by the bed. She gathered that Bruce was busy again, with whatever he did, as she never ran into him during her visits. She was grateful for this, but still always left before six, when Bruce would come home and sit by Dick's bedside in the chair while he ate dinner (yes, she'd watched once. Completely unintentional, mostly).

Artemis now took her trigonometry book out of her backpack and laid it on her thighs. Dick looked a lot better now than he had when she'd first seen him after surgery, which had been a huge improvement from when they'd first rescued him. The bruising on his face was nearly gone, as were the burns, and the stitches had been removed from the cut on his face, though the mark still remained. She hadn't seen much of the rest of his body, other than the lump in the blankets where the brace on his leg was and the occasional peak of his right arm, but he still looked far better. Though after hearing Alfred explain the damage (as minimally as possible, which led Artemis to believe it was far worse than the butler let on) she knew that he was far from better, if he ever would be fully better.

Permanent damage. The way the old man had said it, as gently as possibly, had brought chills to the archer's spine. However, after briefly recapping Dick's injuries, the butler reassured them – Artemis, Wally, Barbara, and Roy – that all traces of the experiment were gone from Dick's body. The DNA had been completely removed or terminated or both and there was no chance that it could ever return or be activated. Like that would make it better. They were still unsure why the DNA had been removed, as well as why the lab had exploded and the experiment abandoned, but Artemis had her own theories.

She knew Batman had investigated the scene and found a whole underground lab with workers and scientists and equipment, as well as evidence that the bombs that blew the place up came from within. Artemis believed that they lady Roy had found strewn over Dick had somehow been involved in the boy's escape - there was no way that the Donovan character would just abandon his work and blow up his lab. She was probably responsible for the DNA termination and explosion as well. Artemis wasn't interested in discovering her motive after hearing Roy's retelling of her final monologue, but the archer knew that Batman believed the she was responsible as well. However, whatever the Dark Knight had found in the lab, he'd kept to himself.

But none of that would help Dick now. None of that would give the boy back his athletic ability, his acrobatic skills. Artemis wasn't dumb; she knew that Dick's hero days were over, along with pretty much everything else he loved to do. Alfred may have sugarcoated the complexity, but there was no way he could hide the severity.

"You know," Artemis sighed, looking at the sleeping boy. "As much as I want you to wake up, it's not going to be fun for you. That's not to say you should keep sleeping forever," she added. "That's hardly fair to the rest of us who are lucky to get six hours a night. I'm not calling you lazy or anything, but you're milking this pretty hard here, kid. I mean, if you're worried about Barbara, don't be; I'm pretty sure she's gotten over it by now. We don't all hold grudges like a Bat, you know."

Artemis reached out and ran a hand through Dick's now-short hair. Alfred had been forced to buzz it after half of it had been singed off and it was now only a little over an inch long and stuck up from Dick's head like grass. Or something. The archer was glad someone had washed it, but it was starting to get greasy again. She quickly removed her hand and wiped it on her pants.

"Reason number, uh, like five hundred that you need to wake up: you seriously need a shower. Like, really, this is getting ridiculous. Soon Barbara's gonna walk in here and faint from the smell of you. It'll be a little hard to ask her out then, won't it?" Artemis huffed, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. She reached for a cookie on the bedside table and took a bite, letting the chocolate melt in her mouth.

"And here's another reason! I'm eating all your food, Sherlock. You'll wake up and Alfred'll be like, 'oh, I'm sorry Master Dick, Miss Artemis has eaten all the cookies', and then you'll be upset. I can't imagine that IV tastes very good, uh, to your blood. Probably just all grainy and vitamin-y and stuff. Like liquid sand or something. But here I am, awake, eating Alfred's cookies and drinking this liquid chocolate stuff that tastes too freaking good to be legal. Jealous much?

"Speaking of food, Wally misses you too, you know. Well, of course you know, he's your best friend. He's been here a lot, but I suppose you know that. He talks to you too, though mostly about stupid stuff like girls. I guess now that would be me. I assume he told you about us. It's kind of awkward, to be quite honest. I mean, I suppose I like him, but he's Wally. I've just spent so much time hating him that I almost feel like a fake now, feeling a rush when he touches me. I guess I've really gone soft, huh? I blame you. You've always been a touchy-feely emotional guy. You've rubbed it off on me.

"But enough about me. You're the one sleeping through your future girlfriend holding your hand and whispering lovey stuff in your ear. I think she feels bad about yelling at you, or whatever she did. I mean, it was a jerk move that you played on her, I'm not saying it wasn't, but you played jerk moves on all of us and honestly, I can't blame you. Maybe the others can 'cause they're real heroes who do no wrong and only feel butterflies and rainbows, but I'm a messed up ex-villain who's pretty much always a jerk to everybody. And that's without a bunch of crazies after my DNA.

"What I'm trying to say is that all's forgiven. Heck, you didn't even have to apologize, you little troll. Just go and get yourself kidnapped and everyone's falling at your feet begging to forgive you. Or maybe for you to forgive them! You know, when you wake up, I'm gonna kill you. This is so not fair. You're like a freaking golden boy or something! I can't believe I'm friends with you. Heck, I can't believe I'm sitting at your bedside for like the millionth time this week while you sleep! You're welcome.

"Ugh, look at me, I'm practically a fluffy kitten! I'm supposed to be fearsome and angsty and mean and now I'm just a marshmallow. What would my dad-"

Artemis stopped. She took a shaky breath, trying to keep her composure. She could feel her throat getting tight and her eyes getting hot. "Robin," she suddenly choked out. "I need you to wake up. You're the only one…. Dick, it's my dad." Artemis was nearly crying now, but she held back her sobs. Where was this coming from? Stupid hormones. "I-I think he's threatening my mom. A couple nights ago, when I came home from patrol with Ollie, I heard her talking to someone in the kitchen. I couldn't get close enough to see who it was without revealing myself, but it was a man, and I heard him say 'if you don't, he knows where to find you'. I think my dad sent him to deliver the message. And then there was a loud noise and I heard her scream and I came running in, but the man was gone and she was on the floor. I asked her what happened and she said she just fell out of her chair. And then today she was on the phone with someone and… and I think it was my sister. I don't know what they want, Robin! I'm freaking scared! My dad's ruthless;" here Artemis laughed bitterly. "He'll stop at nothing to get what he wants! Please, you're the only one who can help me! You have to wake up…."

The tears were streaming heavily down her face now but still Artemis made no sound. She angrily wiped them away with her sleeve, sniffling heavily.

"I know I'm being selfish. You're the one who's hurt. But I'm just a selfish person, okay? Please, Dick, I just… I can't lose the two people I care about."

"D-don't cry, 'temis…." The voice was so soft and raspy that Artemis wasn't sure if she imagined it or not.

"I'm not crying," She choked, wiping her eyes again and leaning closer to watch Dick's face.

"'S, you are…."

"Dick?" She'd seen his mouth move, she knew it! "Dick, can you hear me? Dick?!"

She waited for an hour but nothing happened. She'd called Alfred, but by the time the butler got there, Dick had gone silent again. She could tell the old man was somewhat doubtful that Dick actually had woken up, much less spoken to her, and she was beginning to doubt it as well. The sun was starting to set and Artemis was scared to leave her mom home alone any longer than she had to, so she finally got up from her seat by Dick's side and packed up her untouched school books. She gave the boy one last look and even smiled at him a bit before patting Ace's head and making her way to the window. Doors were too mainstream.

"Bye, Dick."

oOo

It was dark. The fire had long since died down and all that remained was ashes and charred bits of metal. To an ordinary citizen, it wouldn't look like anything other than the burned out shell of an old building, maybe used for storing machine parts, but to Bruce… he could make out what every little bit and piece of destruction had been used for. He could piece together the story of what they'd done to his son that, while still vague, was detailed enough to insight a rage inside of him that he hadn't felt in a long time.

The bodies on the upper levels, or what remained of them, had already been disposed of. The woman's body near the entrance, the one Roy had described to him, had been unceremoniously cremated with the rest after all had been analyzed. Alfred had run scans on them and they came up as either missing persons, alleged escapees or convicts (in some cases still documented as being incarcerated), or already dead. Alfred had sent out encoded letters to those who still had family connections and encrypted reports to proper authorities updating their files. Bruce, however, didn't really believe anyone even knew or cared that the men existed anymore. After sending scans of their DNA to Alfred he'd done his own investigating on the bodies and found that each and every one, excepting the woman, had had their tongues removed. Completely confidential employees.

As for the woman, there were no files or documents on her and Alfred had only been able to find a record of her birth in Arlington, West Virginia. Her birth name was Darcy Hibbins, she was born March 1st, 1979 and that was all. There was nothing to explain why she had tried to rescue Dick (all evidence pointed to the fact that she was the reason Dick had almost been completely out of the building when it had blown up and Bruce couldn't help but think that she was the one who had set the charges as well). There was nothing to explain what she was doing with Donovan in the first place, what her purpose had been, how she was related to the mystery that was 'Cadmus'. Nothing. Bruce had burned her body like all the rest.

The lower levels were another story. There were more bodies, but these were far less identifiable and more completely destroyed. Some did have tongues, however. The lower Batman got, the worse the destruction became. By the time he'd reached the lowest levels, the bodies were barely recognizable as human. He still sent scans to Alfred, however; he wanted to know when he found Donovan.

But after three hours of picking through the wreckage of the lab, impressively large and detailed, there was no sign of Donovan's body. No trace of his DNA. The body of the man who'd tortured his son for weeks, who'd locked him up, tied him down, experimented on him in who-knows-what ways, damaged him beyond fixing wasn't there. Maybe he'd been at the heart of the explosion, possibly even positioned over a bomb, and had been blown apart so thoroughly there was nothing left. That was one of Alfred's ideas. Maybe he was this, maybe he was that, but obviously he was dead. He couldn't be anything but.

But there was no body. There was no blood. There was no DNA. There was no –

"Master Bruce, did you hear me?"

"Hmm?" Bruce looked up, blinking. His back was sore.

"I asked you if you will take dinner up here again tonight, sir."

"Yes, Alfred, thank you." Bruce stretched his back, sitting up straighter in the chair and redirecting his attention to the still face of his ward. Dick was still asleep, his face gaunt and pale, but looking better. It helped Bruce sleep better at night knowing the boy was home and in his bed (he would often sleep in Dick's room, on the mattress Alfred had brought out of the closet and laid on the floor after finding Bruce asleep in the chair for the third time in a row). It was so much better having him home than at the hospital. Sure, he was still connected to two IVs and a small heart monitor, but his face was now devoid of the breathing mask and this heart monitor was much quieter and less obtrusive than the one at the hospital. Really, it was only a safety precaution.

Bruce rested a hand on Dick's hair, feeling the soft fuzz through his fingers. Dick would hate the haircut, but they hadn't had a choice. The hair on half of his head had been burned down to less than an inch in length and they were lucky they hadn't had to shave him bald. Still, Dick would hate it. He would hate it along with everything else he would wake up to discover about himself. As much as Bruce wanted Dick to wake up, he was afraid.

After eating dinner and sitting at Dick's bedside, going through his emails on his phone for a while, and trying in vain to get Ace to leave, Bruce finally got up and made his down to the Batcave. He still had patrol tonight, but was hoping that things would stay quiet and he could come home early. Gotham's crime had been surprisingly convenient lately, slackening off since Robin's kidnapping and still not having picked up again. Most of the major villains were either locked up or in hiding and even the Joker, who was, as far as Batman knew, still at large, hadn't shown hide nor hair of himself in almost two months. The over-paranoid, party crasher side of Bruce (also known as Batman) couldn't help but feel suspicious about the whole situation, but the other side of Bruce (the substantially smaller side) was grateful for it.

Bruce had just finished changing into his costume and was in the process of putting on the mask when the intercom crackled to life.

"Master Bruce! It's Master Richard, come quickly!"

Bruce dropped the mask and fled up towards the elevator, forgoing it instead for running up the stairs three at a time. He burst through the secret entrance and made a beeline for the main staircase, taking these four at a time, and arriving at Dick's door rather breathless. He wasted no time in throwing open the heavy wooden door, bursting in to see Alfred at Dick's bedside, a hand resting on Dick's forehead as the boy muttered softly, occasionally letting out a moan or gasp. Bruce came shoulder to shoulder with the butler.

"I believe he's waking, Master Bruce, but appears to be hallucinating. He has a slight fever; I'm going to go fetch a cool rag, if you will watch him."

"Of course." Bruce was already sitting on the side of the bed, a hand resting on Dick's forehead where Alfred's had just lied.

"Be careful that he doesn't hurt himself," Alfred cautioned as he made his way out the door. "Leslie said his arm is still very fragile and needs to be handled gently. She left a brace for him to wear when he wakes up."

"Yes, Alfred, I know."

"Of course." And then he was gone.

Bruce heaved a small sigh, watching as Dick's eyelids twitched. He was barely moving, other than his mouth which was forming words Bruce couldn't understand. At first he thought they were just too quiet to be heard, but when he started trying to read the pale lips, he realized they weren't even English.

"Hey, Dick, I'm here," Bruce whispered, running a hand through the dark hair. "Are you ready to wake up, chum?"

There was more muttering, the words slowly growing louder. Bruce leaned in closer, attempting to decipher what the boy was trying to say. The language was Romani - that much was obvious; Dick would sometimes revert to his mother tongue when he was stressed or upset. Bruce understood snippets here and there, words Dick had either taught him or used often. He caught a lot of 'no's, a few 'please's, and even a 'sorry'. None of the words helped to ease Bruce's growing anxiety as he watched his ward struggle with whatever demons were tormenting him in sleep.

"Aah!" Dick's eyes fluttered open for a second before they were quickly squeezed shut again.

"That's it Dick, I'm right here. You can open your eyes now." Bruce moved a hand to squeeze Dick's hand gently.

"Please… don't…." Dick's voice was louder now as he whimpered pitifully. "Hurtsss… te merav… te merav…."

"Dick… Dick? Can you hear my voice?" Bruce peered anxiously down into the face scrunched in pain. "Listen to my voice, Dick. Listen to me. You're safe. You're home. Dick, please." Bruce wasn't sure if he was begging or not.

"Brrrce?"

"It's me, Dick. You're home, you're safe. You can open your eyes now."

"Hurtsss."

Bruce swallowed, trying to contain his emotions. The man that did this to his son….

"Nngh…." Dick gasped again and his eyes flew open wide. The heart rate monitor on the wall started picking up. Bruce squeezed Dick's hand harder, attempting to draw the boy's attention to him.

"Dick-"

Dick whimpered and suddenly started scrabbling at his bed sheets, jerking his body left and right but never really moving from where he lay. Almost as if he was restrained…. Bruce couldn't tell if the boy was fully conscious or even conscious at all. His eyes were open, but were trained on the ceiling, unseeing. As he continued to struggled, Bruce lifted Dick's shoulders up and quickly positioned himself on the bed behind the panicking boy. Bruce leant the bony back up against his chest, (though he wasn't really sure if he was supposed to be moving Dick), and attempted to keep the boy from flailing his damaged body.

His breathing started to pick up and Bruce realized he was going into a full-on panic attack. Acting quickly, Bruce started rubbing circles on the boy's back, his other hand attempting to gently keep the damaged right hand still. During the commotion Ace had awoken from his slumber and now rested his large head next to Dick's knee, looking up at the boy with concerned eyes.

"C'mon Dick, just breathe," Bruce said softly, still holding the boy down as he rubbed his back. "Listen to my voice and breathe. It's okay, you're safe now. No one's going to hurt you. I'm here, Dicky, just breathe."

For a second Bruce thought it was working but then Dick suddenly lurched and starting yelling, his voice painfully rough and scratchy. The words were indecipherable but from the panic and fear in Dick's tone, Bruce knew what he was saying was nothing good.

Alfred burst in the door at the first yell and was immediately at Bruce's side, helping him to restrain the small body. Bruce grasped Dick's shoulders forcefully, holding the skinny body against his chest. The boy was unbelievable tense, all his muscles taught as he struggled against the stronger man's grip. Bruce wished he wasn't wearing the Batman suit; it couldn't be comfortable to lean against the heavy Kevlar chest plate.

"Alfred, what's happening?" Bruce desperately stared up at the butler, his eyes begging for answers.

"It appears he's having a panic attack," Alfred replied, his own hands, now freed of the bowl of water and towel they'd been holding, grasping Dick's biceps.

"Yes, I can tell," Bruce snapped, tightening his grip as Dick jerked violently away from him. "But why?"

"I can hardly tell from watching him scream gibberish, Master Bruce. Though I would suspect, as I'm sure you already have, that he thinks he's still with that monster Donovan."

"I thought they said he was under the whole time." Bruce fought to be heard over Dicks cries. "Leslie said he had a form of anesthetic in his system and Wally said the drug list they found at the lab supply store…."

"Well, it appears he wasn't under the whole time," Alfred released Dick's arms and started wringing out the towel. "That, or else he thinks he's in some sort of battle."

Bruce's heart dropped. He'd thought Dick had been sedated the entire time he'd been with Donovan. While it didn't help what the man had done to Dick, Bruce had felt better knowing Dick hadn't been conscious for any of it. But now….

Suddenly Bruce grasped Dick's shoulder firmly and whipped the boy around to face him. "Richard John Grayson," he growled, in the best Batman voice he could muster at the moment. "Look at me."

Dick gasped, his screaming cutting off as he blinked, his eyes fluttering for a second before focusing on Bruce's face. And then the tears came. First one as the boy's mouth opened slightly, but quickly a whole waterfall of them poured down the pale, scarred face. Bruce carefully pulled the boy close, hugging him softly against his chest and rocking slightly as Dick started to cry. His sobs were soft and gentle, nearly silent like they'd always been, sometimes the tears the only sign he was crying.

"Oh Dick," Bruce muttered, running his hand through the dark, spiky hair. "I'm here. You're okay, I'm here."

Alfred's hand came to rest on the boy's head as Bruce's moved to rub the narrow back, feeling every rib under his fingertips. Slowly Dick's body relaxed, his muscles, previously taught as a bow string, now loosening under Bruce's fingers. The panicked breathing slowed as well until it was soft and heavy, broken only by the occasional sob. The heart rate monitor was steady now and Bruce could feel Dick's even heartbeats against his own chest.

"Dick, can you hear me?" Bruce rested his cheek on his ward's dark hair as he spoke. There was a nearly imperceptible nod, but nothing more. Bruce craned his neck backwards to look into Dick's face and saw that his eyes were already closed, though tears still trickled down the gaunt cheeks. Bruce looked up to Alfred, who was in the process of applying the wet rag to the boy's forehead.

"I'll stay with him tonight," Bruce told the butler.

"I figured as much," Alfred sniffed, though Bruce could make out the hint of a smile on his lips. "He appears to be almost asleep again. I imagine the panic attack wore him out. Hopefully tomorrow we can attempt to get some food in him."

"Do you think he'll wake up again tomorrow?"

"I think that he's started down that road, yes." Alfred wet the towel again before ringing it out and replacing it on Dick's forehead. "I should hope he will awake again soon."

Bruce nodded, taking the towel from Alfred and holding it in place. "Do you think he's in any pain? He kept muttering that it hurt…."

"He has enough drugs coursing through him to knock out an elephant, Master Bruce." Upon seeing Bruce's worried expression as he watched Dick, Alfred added: "though Ms. Thompkins did say we could give him a little more. I shall fetch the brace she left for his arm as well; I think it would be prudent if he wore it now, in case he awakens like that again."

Bruce only nodded, his attention completely trained on the boy against his chest. Dick appeared to be sleeping again and Bruce let his own body relax, slumping against the headboard. It would get uncomfortable in only a short amount of time and he was still wearing the Batsuit, but Bruce was loath to disturb Dick so soon after he fell asleep. He continued to rub the boy's back, his cheek still resting on the top of his head, his fuzzy hair tickling Bruce's face. Ace's head now rested at Bruce's side, as close to Dick as the dog knew he could get without Bruce shooing him away.

"I'm here, Dick," Bruce continued to whisper, his voice nearly rhythmic. "It's gonna be okay. You're safe now, you're home..."


A/N:

Thank you guys for reviewing and reading and following and all the good stuff! You make me love to write this story even more than I already do (does that make any sense?). You guys are all so worried about Robin! If I'm honest, that was what I was looking forward to most in the sequel: how the readers would react to Robin's injuries! I'm gonna keep you guessing for a loooong time now :)

I'm also beta-ing now, for the amazing Leradomi! So, if updates are a little slower, that's why. But I'm hoping to stick to every other week. Buuut, you should all chekc out Leradomi's story, A Light in the Dark in the Batman section! It's awesome!

KaliAnn: Oh, thank you, I'm glad! Yes, it's quite sad.

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Soccernin19: yes yes yes, so many questions precious!

Sairey13: aw, that's a sad thought….

ZeldaIsis: Hmm, yes, very interesting….

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The Agent of Fire: Thank you, I'm glad you like it! Interesting hypothesis….

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