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The crash of shattering glass was followed by a heavy thud and a stifled groan. A figure clad in red and black keeled over beside the radiator, one hand clamped over a dark, wet stain spreading across his costume. Tim Drake pushed himself up, his eyes scanning the room with bewildered alarm. Fluffy cream carpet, walls papered in a riot of violet and lilac patterns—this garish, cozy interior was a universe away from Dick Grayson's sleek, minimalist apartment. A fresh wave of pain shot through his arm as he stumbled toward an open doorway. He froze in the threshold, taking in the frilled bedspread, just as a baseball bat hurtled past his ear to strike the wall with a solid crack. "What the hell?" Tim breathed, his gaze snapping toward the shadows. He raised his uninjured hand, his express…