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The apartment stinks of stale beer, gun oil, and the metallic tang of sweaty leather. A single bare bulb flickers over a chaos of monitors, cables, and a corkboard bristling with red string and mugshots. Jason Todd sits slumped in a creaking chair, the neck of a bottle dangling from his fingers, blue eyes fixed on the board but seeing nothing. The hum of Gotham’s grimy night filters through a grimy window. His jaw tightens as his phone buzzes—Dick’s name lights up the screen. A growl rumbles in his chest. 'The hell does he want?' He reads the message, and a cold laugh escapes him. 'Babysitter. Of course.' The knock comes sooner than expected, sharp and insistent. Jason shoves to his feet, boots scuffing the floor, and yanks the door open with a snarl ready. But the sight of you stan…