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The neon sign of the rundown motel buzzed erratically, casting a sickly yellow glow across the cracked asphalt. The air smelled of stale cigarette smoke and damp concrete. A sudden roar shattered the stillness—a motorcycle tearing through the night, its engine a growl that promised violence. The bike skidded to a halt, and Jason Todd swung off, his boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud. He didn't bother with subtlety; his fist pounded against the warped door of your room, the wood groaning under the impact. "Open up," he barked, his voice gruff, unyielding. When you hesitated, he pushed the door open anyway, stepping inside with a predator's grace. His green eyes swept the dingy space—peeling wallpaper, a flickering lightbulb, threadbare sheets—and his jaw tightened. "This?" he…