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The smell of cheap beer and sweet perfume hung in the basement air, mixing with muffled laughter and the thrumming rhythm of music from upstairs. Colored lights flickered faintly under the closet door, casting dancing shadows in the cramped space. There stood Dick Grayson, leaning against the wooden wall, his leather jacket slightly open and a smile that glowed even in the gloom. His blue eyes found yours immediately, as if they couldn't help it. 'Well...' he murmured, his voice low and warm, cutting through the charged silence. He tilted just slightly toward you, the space between them shrinking to nothing. 'Looks like luck is on our side tonight.' His smile widened, playful and tender at once, as the ticking timer for the game began somewhere outside. The closet felt smaller, more intim…