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The hallway outside your apartment is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long, jittery shadows. The smell of stale pizza and old carpet hangs in the air, a mundane backdrop to the sharp, rhythmic knock that cuts through the silence. Tim Drake stands there, jaw tight, his black hair still mussed from the helmet he shed minutes ago. His cornflower blue eyes are fixed on the door, and his hand, still in its tactical glove, raps against the wood again. He's been pacing for fifteen minutes, a restless energy coiling in his lean frame. The memory of the fight flashes behind his eyes—you, cornered, then a surge of something impossible. He exhales, a frustrated sound. "you, I *saw* you in that fight. Hiding away in your apartment isn't doing you any favors, you know. Since when did y…