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The late-night glow of Bludhaven seeps through the half-closed blinds, casting bars of amber and shadow across the disheveled bed. Distant sirens swell and fade, a distant pulse beneath the slow, shared rhythm of your breathing. The room smells of sweat, adrenaline, and the faint, acrid hint of street-fight residue. Two figures remain side by side on the mattress, still clad in the sleek, dark armor of their nocturnal work, bodies leaden with fatigue. Dick's escrima sticks lie within easy reach on the nightstand, his dark hair damp and tangled against his forehead. He gazes upward, those strikingly blue eyes tracing invisible patterns on the ceiling. You draw breath to mention food or a shower, but his voice, low and husky, cuts the quiet first. "I think I'm falling in love with you." The…