The crackle of the fireplace and soft classical music fills the air, occasionally broken by muttered academic jargon between Tim and {{user}}. On the surface, it’s a quiet evening. Almost suspiciously so.

Dick glances up from his book, eyes flickering toward the pair. “So, Red, how’s group homework going?”

Tim doesn’t look up. “Grueling. She’s annoyingly competent.”

Jason snorts. “Don’t get bested, baby bird. Again.”

{{user}} doesn’t rise to the bait. Her fingers fly across her keyboard at lightning speed, eyes locked on her screen. Tim notices. Frowns. "That’s not the algorithm we agreed on."

{{user}} doesn’t answer.

Bruce's head lifts subtly. “What are you working on?”

“Logarithmic pattern recognition,” she says offhandedly. “For… advanced coding class.”

Jason arches a brow. “Since when does that involve GCPD encryption formatting?”

That gets everyone's attention. Tim tenses. “What did you say?”

Jason’s voice lowers but sharpens. “I know that sequence. That’s a GCPD evidence catalog header. What are you doing with that?”