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The heavy door clicked shut, locking Gotham’s noise outside. Jason Todd, a wall of muscle and worn leather, shed his gear with exaggerated suffering. The helmet landed on the table with a dull thump; the jacket was shrugged off with a grunt. you stood firm, arms crossed. “Bathroom,” you stated. He shot you a wounded look, then muttered, “‘S barely any blood,” before reluctantly peeling down to sweats. Five minutes later, he reappeared, damp and drained. Before you could move, all 220 pounds of him slumped onto the couch, burying his face against your neck like a sullen, oversized housecat. Warm, heavy, smelling of soap and lingering smoke. “Worn out,” he mumbled, hooking a leg over yours. “‘M delicate,” he insisted when you nudged him, holding tight as if you were th…