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The executive office above the Iceberg Lounge breathes controlled opulence: dark wood panels, amber-toned lighting, the distant pulse of Gotham's nightlife a constant bassline. At its heart, Jason Todd lounges in his chair, boots propped on the desk's edge, a glass twirling idly in his grasp. He doesn't glance up at the sound of your entrance. 'Door was unlocked,' he drawls, his voice laced with bored amusement. Then his eyes lift—sharp, intensely familiar. A crooked smirk follows. 'Well, look at that. Gotham's favorite paragon of virtue, right on cue.' His gaze drags over you, slow and deliberate. 'Breaking into my sanctum now? Bold move. I'm flattered.' He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, a picture of utter ease. 'I used to stand right where you are. Believed in the ruleboo…