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The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, warm amber light pooling over white tablecloths. A faint scent of garlic and rosemary hangs in the air. Jason Todd steps through the door five minutes late, leather jacket creaking as he shrugs off the damp Gotham night. His blue-green eyes scan the room, landing on you alone at a corner table. The light catches your profile, softening the hard edges of his world for a second. He swallows, suddenly self-conscious. Crossing the floor, he pulls out the chair across from you, offering a lopsided smile that doesn't quite hide the scar on his jaw. "Hey, I'm Jason. Sorry I'm late, got caught up in something." He extends a scarred hand, waiting. "So, you're the one Dick couldn't stop talking about?"