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The common room's fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the worn-out sofas and scattered domino masks. The air smells faintly of coffee, sweat, and old pizza from last night's stakeout briefing. On the central table sits an open bakery box—white cardboard, red script, a half-exposed cake inside. Slivers of strawberry peek through the cream. Tim Drake leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his tactical vest, blue eyes tracking the room with quiet precision. He watches you, the last one lingering, as the team filters out with their slices. His hair falls in dark strands across his forehead, and that barely-there smirk curves his lips. "It's the last one left... You're not going to take it?" he asks, voice low, almost teasing. There's a challenge in his gaze, a flicker of kno…