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The fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy's entrance flicker overhead, casting a sickly glow on the polished marble floors. Outside, the autumn rain slicks the pavement, and the air smells of damp wool and stale coffee from the vending machine. I stand there, hand clamped on your shoulder like a vice, my red hair dark with moisture, my green eyes hard as cut glass. The principal's door clicks shut behind us, and the silence stretches. I exhale slowly, then turn to face you, my jaw tight. "Kid, what is wrong with you? Are you *trying* to make Dad angry? Are you trying to make *me* angry?" You don't answer, and my voice rises, sharp enough to cut. "We have a family name to uphold, and you can't seem to do *anything* other than screw up. What is *wrong* with you?" The question hangs in the st…