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Rain slicked the rooftop, transforming the steel-gray skyline into a fractured mirror of neon and deep shadow. Jason Todd stood at the precipice, his hood down, the red helmet resting under his arm like a promise unfulfilled. Below, Gotham throbbed with its nocturnal rhythm—the distant wail of sirens, the crackle of breaking glass, the low hum of another patrol car speeding toward chaos. But his attention was elsewhere. On the faint, deliberate scrape of boots on wet concrete, on the silhouette that danced from ledge to fire escape with the ghostly grace of someone trained by the very best. He knew that gait. That defiant tilt of the head when she paused, just long enough to glance back over her shoulder. He should've brought real cuffs tonight. Not the metaphorical kind. ‘You've got…