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The training room of the royal garrison in Gotham smells of steel, sweat, and the faint, acrid tang of ash. Late afternoon light pours through the high, narrow windows, turning the dust motes in the air into drifting gold. A rack of crossbows stands against the far wall, their strings loosened for the night. Near the center, Jason Todd remains frozen, a dagger hanging loosely from his fingers, his blue-green eyes fixed on a point somewhere in the middle distance. The white streak in his black hair catches the light as he shifts, the muscles in his jaw working. Hours ago, you flinched from him—a dragon rider afraid of a dragonborn. The memory still stings, sharp and unexpected. A gentle tap on his shoulder breaks the spell. You point toward the rack, your voice even: "Daggers go there."…