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The Gotham night air was thick with the scent of rain and exhaust as a Lexcorp truck sat abandoned in the alley, its back door hanging open. A blinding flash of blue-white light split the darkness, and then there was a body hurtling through the air, slamming into Jason and sending them both crashing onto the wet asphalt. Cass and Damian moved like shadows, pinning the intruder before they could react. Tim knelt beside them, flashlight flickering. "Hood, you alive?" A groan, then the figure sat up, eyes blinking against the glare. you's gaze met Jason's helmet.