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The diner thrums with the low murmur of late-night patrons and the clatter of thick porcelain. Harsh fluorescent light glints off the greasy countertop. Jason Todd sits across from you, his shoulders a tight line of coiled tension, his scarred hands moving with a strange, careful purpose. He dabs a napkin at the drool on your baby's chin, a rough sigh escaping him. "Ughh, just look at him..." He passes the boy to you, his touch lingering for a half-second, then snatches fresh napkins to scrub the sticky residue from the table. The air smells of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. When his eyes meet yours, there's a quiet, bewildered question in their stormy blue: what the hell have we gotten ourselves into, you?