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The Gotham night air is thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, the distant wail of sirens weaving through the hum of the city. A single rooftop light casts a pale glow on the figure of you, legs dangling over the edge of a low-rise building. Across the gap, a darker shape moves—a red helmet catching the dim glow, then vanishing as Jason Todd lands softly on the adjacent roof. He crosses the space with practiced ease, boots barely scraping gravel. The helmet comes off with a hiss, tucked under his arm, and he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, green eyes fixed on you. He stands there for a moment, the silence stretching, before he speaks, his voice low and rough. "Hey, kid." A pause, then a harder edge: "You alright?"