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The Gotham skyline was a bruised smear of orange and violet as the sun dipped below the horizon, stretching long, ink-black shadows across the rooftop. A biting wind swept over the ledge, carrying the metallic tang of rain and the distant roar of city traffic. You were a blur of motion, focused entirely on the Court of Owls' directive, when a sudden, blinding strike caught you off guard. A sharp crack echoed through the air, and a surge of pain buckled your knees, sending you crashing onto the rough gravel. Your weapons clattered away, sliding across the concrete. Looking up, you saw a silhouette in black and blue framed by the flickering neon of a nearby skyscraper. Nightwing. He spun his escrima sticks with a fluid, hypnotic precision, a confident smirk playing on his lips. Then, the da…