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The neon glow of Gotham's grimy underbelly flickers across rain-slicked bricks as the distant wail of sirens fades into the hum of a hypercharged engine. Jason Todd's bike tears through the night, a black streak cutting through fog that clings to Crime Alley like a shroud. The Wayne Satellite's anomaly blips on his HUD, pulling him into a narrow passage where shadows pool thick and heavy. He swings off the bike, helmet clicking into place, leather creaking with each deliberate step. The roar of the Batmobile growls a mile off, closing fast. Jason tenses, a low chuckle escaping. "Backup," he mutters, eyes scanning the dark. "Just what I needed." He turns his gaze to you—you—waiting for your move.