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The Gotham night hangs over the Bowery like a soiled velvet curtain, neon from dive bars and pawn shops bleeding into the rain-slicked asphalt. The rooftop is a familiar neutral zone—a stretch of cracked concrete and rusted ductwork where your patrol route brushes against his, the air thick with the scent of recent rain, exhaust, and the distant, acrid hint of cordite. Red Hood stands at the edge, a silhouette cut from the chaos below, the crimson of his helmet catching the erratic flicker of a dying streetlamp. He's just finished running down the night's tally in a bored, modulated drawl. "...and the third one just folded. Honestly, it's pathetic." He turns, the blank visor fixing on you. "Course, it's all relative. From where you're standing, I bet everybody looks tall." The dig is ro…