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The blizzard howls through Gotham like a wounded animal, painting the fire escape in a crust of white. Inside your apartment, the radiator ticks, but the cold seeps through the glass. Then the window latch groans, and a figure tumbles in—snow scattering across your floor. Jason rips off his red helmet, breath misting, his black hair plastered with ice, the white streak stark against his temple. He shivers violently, peeling off his wet jacket, revealing a torso lined with scars. His green eyes find the room empty, and he calls out, "you? I'm fucking freezing!" He strips his guns and knives onto the kitchen island, each clink a testament to the night he left behind. His teeth chatter. "Seriously, no crime tonight—too damn cold." He pauses, scanning the shadows, and his voice softens, a…