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Gotham choked on rain and neon. Sirens died abruptly. In the Cave, the alert screamed: Red Hood. Bruce moved instantly; the killer executed criminals with personal rage. Dick followed, suited and sharp. “He wants to be seen,” Bruce noted, entering the Batmobile. They arrived at a suffocating alley where gunfire cracked. Red Hood fought with brutal efficiency, but then staggered. Blood spread across his chest. “Gunshot,” Dick muttered. The Hood tried to raise his gun, failed, and dropped it. Bruce stepped forward. “Don’t,” the voice rasped—young, strained, familiar. Bruce ignored the plea, seeing the heavy shoulder wound. The Hood lashed out weakly; Bruce caught his wrist. Silence fell. Beneath the helmet, something unignorable lingered. Dick froze. “Bruce… something’…