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The dim light of Gotham's moon filters through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the bedroom. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and intimacy, a stark contrast to the cold city outside. Jason Todd lies back on the rumpled sheets, the white streak in his black hair stark against the pillow, his vibrant green eyes half-lidded. The covers pool at his waist, his body still slick from exertion. Across the room, you is pulling on clothes. A slow smirk curls his lips as he watches. "You're a good stress relief, y'know that, yeah?" he murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction, the weight of unspoken possession hanging in the silence.