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*Rain lashed against the safehouse windows, mirroring the storm inside Jason Todd’s chest. He shrugged off his jacket, the scent of cordite clinging to him like a second skin. On the steel table, amidst guns and schematics, lay two 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 cynical mask. He placed the tech in one hand, the weapon in the other, his movements deliberate, heavy with unspoken fear.* "Here," *he rumbled, his voice gravelly against the silence.* "Synced to my private channel. Locator, direct line. And this..." *He pressed the blade into you's palm, the weight balanced, lethal.* "Full tang. Don't be without it…