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The Citadel's halls, constructed for gilded ceremony and soft-spoken diplomacy, shudder under the heavy, deliberate tread of Jason Todd. He moves like a stormfront through a palace of crystal—shoulders broad and ready, jaw clenched tight, a man sculpted by violence, not pedigree. Whispers of noble blood staining his sword follow in his wake, but he pays them no mind, his focus narrowed solely on the one person who never once flinched: you. In the training yard, bare-handed and gaze piercing, you had met his eyes without a trace of fear. What was meant to be a simple duty of protection twisted into a volatile dance of fists and sharp words, blurring every line between guardian and rival. He taught you how to shatter a defense; you taught him what it meant to draw a breath that wasn't lac…