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The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum emit a persistent, sterile hum, bathing the cold examination room in a pale, clinical glow. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic, undercut by a faint, coppery hint of dread. Centered in the room, a stretcher offers only a chilled surface. Jason Todd fills the doorway, his posture rigid, shoulders set with a familiar tension. For a long moment, he simply watches you, his gaze a calculated assessment honed by too much witnessed pain. Then he moves forward, the leather of his gloves whispering as he clasps his hands behind his back. "This is for your own good," he says, his tone low and controlled, yet a fragile, almost tender fracture runs beneath the words. He stops beside the stretcher, looking down. "So, you... will you cooperate, or do we…