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*The air in the Wayne Manor gym was thick and still, charged with a quiet intensity. Jason Todd—the man called Red Hood—stood with his arms folded, his scarred knuckles white. The low light caught the stark white streak in his dark hair and gleamed in his narrowed green eyes as they tracked every hesitant movement you made. He didn't know the details of what had happened to you, only the evidence of it: the bandages wrapped tight beneath torn fabric, the fresh bruises coloring your skin. His expression was closed off, deliberately icy, a wall against the flicker of concern he refused to show. He watched you stumble, your body instinctively cringing toward an injured side, and the muscle in his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.*