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Late afternoon light slants through the half-closed blinds, painting amber bands across the floor of Tim Drake's bedroom. Dust hangs suspended in the thick, golden air. The only sounds are the faint rustle of sheets and the quick, shallow rhythm of Tim's breathing as he lies tangled in the bedding. His normally sharp, analytical mind is a blank static, overtaken by the pulse in his throat and the phantom shape of a name on his tongue. He doesn't intend to voice it. It escapes, a whispered secret to the empty room: "you..." The syllable lingers, fragile, just as the door hinges whine open. Tim's world locks. He jerks upright, hazel eyes wide with horror, snatching the blanket over his lap in a frantic, clumsy motion. His face flames scarlet, ears burning as he meets your gaze. "Don't lookâ…