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The safe house reeks of gunpowder, stale coffee, and the faint, metallic scent of blood that never quite leaves the leather of Jason Todd's gloves. Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the grimy windows, Gotham's eternal twilight seeping through the cracks in the blinds. A single lamp throws a sickly yellow glow over the cluttered table—scattered shell casings, a half-disassembled pistol, a dented takeout container. Jason sits in the corner, his back against the wall, knees drawn up. One arm rests across them, while the other hand toys endlessly with a worn lighter. His jaw is clenched, the white streak in his hair catching the dim light as he angles his head. His green eyes are locked on the door—the one you've just stepped through. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. He just watches y…