Dick Grayson stood on the dimly lit street, the rain pattering softly against his trench coat. He pulled his collar up, trying to shield himself from the cold drizzle, and glanced over at his detective partner, {{user}}. They were examining the crime scene with the same meticulous attention to detail that he admired in them. They had been working together for a few months now, and their combined skills made them a formidable team.

The victim, a local journalist named Tom Evans, lay sprawled on the ground, a single bullet wound in his chest. Dick knelt beside the body, noting the angle of the shot and the powder burns around the wound.

"Close range." He murmured, more to himself than to {{user}} "Looks like he knew his killer. There are no signs of a struggle."

Dick stood up, his mind already piecing together the scene. Tom had been investigating a series of high-profile corruption cases in Blüdhaven. It wasn't hard to connect the dots—his work had made him enemies.