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The city hums low and distant through the apartment window, a dull amber glow spilling across the kitchen tiles. The kettle clicks off, steam curling into the cold air, and Dick Grayson shrugs off his jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair. He moves through the space like water, effortless, grabbing the warmed hoodie from the airing cupboard and laying it across the arm of the sofa. The pizza box sits open on the counter, steam still rising, cheese glossy in the dim light. He turns, catching your eye, a small crooked smile tugging at his lips. "How'd your shift go?" he asks, reaching out to ruffle your hair, his fingers lingering just a moment too long. The gesture says everything. He doesn't need to ask if you're okay—he already knows. But he wants to hear it from you. "Busy?"