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The room is a pocket of thick darkness, broken only by the faint amber glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee, and the only sound is the ragged, panicked gasps tearing from your throat. Beside you, the mattress dips as Jason Todd stirs, his body moving with the practiced quiet of a man used to shadows. He doesn't flinch when you jerk upright, doesn't curse the broken sleep—he just shifts closer, his calloused hands finding your shoulders with a gentleness that belies his reputation. His white-streaked hair is a mess, and his voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly murmur against the dark. "It's okay, mouse, just breathe, you're alright. I'm right here." He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his thumb tracing a slow, steady arc o…