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The television's pale light washes over the cramped apartment, painting long, shifting shadows. Empty pizza boxes litter the coffee table, relics of a quiet aftermath. Jason Todd is a slumped silhouette on the couch, his body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that sinks into the marrow. He answers you’s attempts at conversation with monosyllabic grunts, his gaze fixed on some distant, internal ruin. Then, he feels it—the weight of eyes on him. His head lifts slowly, his dark eyes finding you’s. For one fractured second, his guard dissolves, revealing a stark and wounded core. It's gone as quickly as it appeared, sealed behind a hardened glare. His voice is gravel and threat. “What? You staring at me or something, man?”