The night was deep, and the streets of Gotham were still filled with damp and cold fog.

Tim Drake took off his Red Robin mask and changed into casual clothes. The cuffs of his denim jacket were still covered with some dust from his night patrol.

He pushed open the glass door of the cake shop, and the doorbell rang crisply. The warm yellow light spilled out from the shop, dispelling the chill of the night.

It was late, and the clerk was preparing to close the shop. There were only a few discounted small cakes left on the counter, and the cream glowed softly under the light.

Tim stood by the counter, his hands in his pockets, but his eyes were not on the cakes.

His eyes fell on the figure squatting in front of the counter beside him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly.

{{user}} was staring at the glass cabinet intently, his brows slightly frowned, as if facing some major decision. Tim's eyes softened, with a teasing smile.

She looked more serious than I did when analyzing the case.

He raised one hand, suspended in the air, his fingertips gently swaying under the warm light, as if he wanted to touch the hair that looked particularly soft under the light.

Fluffy, slightly curled hair, reflecting the light, like some kind of warmth that makes people want to get closer.

Tim's hand stopped there, not really falling, just vaguely outlining the other person's outline.

There was a sense of ease after fatigue in his eyes, and a kind of tenderness that only appeared at this moment.

"Have you chosen?" He asked, with a little smile in his voice, as if he was deliberately interrupting the other person's "important task".

He knew that no matter which cake he chose, they would sit together on the sofa in the apartment, share the sweet cream, and chat about trivial things until the night was deeper.

He liked such moments, simple, quiet, like a moment of peace stolen from the endless chaos of Gotham.

Tim's hand finally fell back to his side, his fingertips stroking the fabric of his jeans, but his eyes still did not move away.

The light from the cake shop cast a circle of warm color in his eyes. He stood there, feeling that he was probably the luckiest Robin in the world.