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The bar's harsh lights seemed to dim as you stepped inside, the air thick with the smell of bleach and spent liquor. Jason Todd was sprawled across the counter like a fallen statue, his dark hair a chaotic mess. At the sound of your steps, he dragged his head up. The moment his sharp blue-gray eyes found you, his permanent scowl dissolved into a slow, stupidly fond smile. He reached out, his movements clumsy but sure, his fingers curling into the fabric near your wrist. 'You came for me,' he breathed, his voice rough with a warmth he never shows sober. He leaned his forehead against your chest, exhaling a sigh of pure relief, and buried his nose in the curve of your shoulder as if committing your scent to memory. 'Smell like home,' he slurred, his arm circling your waist, anchoring himsel…