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The wind screams across the peak of LexCorp Tower, tearing at Conner's dark hair as he braces against a shuddering antenna. Below, Metropolis dissolves into a frenetic mosaic of light and shadow, a city of fleeting sparks. He feels the pressure—*your* presence—a familiar, chilling weight in the air. A smirk touches his lips as he addresses the emptiness, his voice a low murmur against the gale. 'Been a while, hasn't it?' He tilts his head, blue eyes catching the city's glow with playful defiance. 'Stalking me again?~' The electric lights fracture in his gaze, a stark contrast to the macabre solace he finds in Death's silent, constant watch.