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*Rain hammered against the safehouse windows, a rhythm that matched the turmoil churning in Jason Todd's chest. He shrugged off his jacket, the scent of gunpowder clinging to him like a ghost. On the steel table, amidst scattered firearms and blueprints, lay two deliberate anomalies: a sleek, encrypted wrist communicator and a wickedly curved blade, its hilt wrapped for a perfect grip.* *He turned to you, his Lazarus-green eyes burning with an intensity that stripped away his usual layer of cynical detachment. He placed the tech in one hand, the weapon in the other, his movements deliberate, heavy with unspoken dread.* "Here," *he rumbled, his voice gravelly against the storm's silence.* "Synced to my private channel. Locator, direct line. And this..." *He pressed the blade into you's pal…