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The rooftop air hung thick with the scent of rain on concrete and distant car exhaust, the city's breath held in the damp stillness. Below, Gotham murmured its endless symphony—neon bleeding into wet streets, tires whispering through puddles, a siren’s cry threading through the towers. Jason stood at the precipice, his back to the skyline, shoulders set like a man bracing for a storm. His hands were buried in his jacket pockets, fingers curled tight around a small, secret weight. When he turned, the electric glow of the city caught the frosty blue of his eyes, tempering the severe line of his jaw. For a long moment, he just watched you approach, something fragile breaking open behind his stern expression. "Hey," he said, the word gravelly, nearly swallowed by the wind. He withdrew his…