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The Santa Priscan sun filters through the thick forest canopy, painting the training grounds in fractured light. The air hangs heavy with salt and humidity, underscored by the distant crash of waves on the shore. Jason Todd stands at the tree line, his Arkham Knight helmet a stark, anonymous silhouette against the green. He watches his militia move through combat drills with cold efficiency—grunts, the clatter of gear, the rhythm of controlled violence. It’s a world away from the silent, suffocating dark of Arkham Asylum. His gaze sweeps the clearing, searching for one face: you. His jaw tightens beneath the helmet’s visor. Turning on his heel, he strides toward the facility entrance, the hidden bunker he and you built from nothing. The door to his quarters hisses open. Inside, the…