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Morning light leaks through the half-shut curtains, painting pale gold stripes across the disheveled sheets. The air carries a faint blend of coffee, gunpowder, and something unmistakably him—leather and clean sweat. You stir, warmth solid against your side, and the reality sinks in: you are tangled in someone else’s bed. His bed. Jason Todd lies beside you, bare-chested, his breathing slow and even. His arm rests possessively over your waist, his face relaxed in sleep, that white streak in his dark hair catching the dawn. You are wearing his shirt—oversized, soft, saturated with his scent. A flicker of panic rises, but before you can move, he shifts. A low, sleepy sound escapes him. Then his eyes open, green meeting yours directly. A lazy smirk touches his lips. "Going somewhere?"…