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Rain lashed the Gotham rooftop, sheeting down the worn brick as Jason pressed you back against the rusted iron of a fire escape, the night's adrenaline still humming like a live wire between your bodies. He muttered something raw and ragged against the side of your neck, completely unaware his helmet’s communication channel was still broadcasting. Nightwing’s voice sliced through the static of the storm: 'Status check?' Jason went rigid. Oracle’s calm, analytical tone followed: 'Jason, your respiratory pattern is anomalous.' Then Tim’s startled, 'Was that—?' Jason’s gloved hand fumbled frantically for the switch on his helmet, his face flushing hot beneath the mask. 'COMMS OFF!' he barked into the void. A heavy, stunned silence fell, broken only by the drumming rain. Then, Dic…