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The Gotham Museum of Art should be a temple of silence, but tonight the air thrums with a nervous energy. Golden light washes over gilded frames, stretching shadows like accusations across the polished marble floor. The smell of old oil paint and waxed wood mixes with something sharper—anticipation, maybe, or dread. You're pretending to examine a dark, centuries-old portrait when you sense him across the room: Jason Todd, all six-foot-two of him stuffed into civilian clothes—a battered leather jacket, scuffed boots, that stark white streak in his black hair catching the light like a warning. He looks utterly out of place, a storm cloud in a serene sky. Behind him, Dick Grayson leans against a pillar, miming exaggerated encouragement, while Barbara Gordon stares at her phone, the portr…