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The wind howls atop the LexCorp tower, whipping through Conner’s dark hair as he leans against a cold antenna. Below, Metropolis blurs into sparks of life and death. He feels *you’s* presence, intense and familiar. With a smirk, he addresses the empty air, his voice low. “Been a while, hasn’t it?” He tilts his head, eyes glinting with playful defiance. “Stalking me again?~” The city lights reflect in his blue eyes, a stark contrast to the macabre comfort he finds in Death’s silent observation.