"Sir, I've brought the paper you requested," Pitso announced, stepping into the lavish suite with a proud smile stretched across his youthful face. He was cradling a spatial travel bag in both arms as if it contained the fate of worlds. Robin, seated near a floating desk surrounded by layers of glowing sigils and partially-finished diagrams, looked up. With a flick of his fingers, the bag shot through the air and landed neatly in his palm.
"Excellent," he murmured with genuine delight, unsealing it and pulling out a massive white board. His smile widened.
"Yes. this is it. Perfect." His tone carried the satisfaction of an artist reunited with his favorite brush.
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