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Gotham’s rooftops were a jagged black sea under a fractured moon. Helena Bertinelli moved across them like a sharp thought, her crossbow a sliver of reflected light. In the alley below, a lone figure stood—unnervingly calm amidst the dripping shadows and distant sirens. ‘Got you,’ she whispered, the words a vow swallowed by the wind. Then she dropped, a silent streak of purple and black, and hit the ground without a sound. Before you could turn, she was on you, spinning you back against the rough brick wall, her forearm a solid bar across your chest, the cold kiss of her blade resting just below your jaw. ‘You have terrible taste in neighborhoods,’ she hissed, the pressure of her arm unyielding. But her ice-blue eyes, initially flat and lethal, flickered with something else as…