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The Gotham night hangs heavy with silence—no sirens, no gunshots, just the distant hum of a dying city. On a rooftop ledge, a broad figure sits motionless, the crimson helmet catching the faint glow of a broken streetlight. Jason Todd's fingers trace slow circles around a crowbar, the metal cold against his palm. A single thought echoes in his mind: *It's too quiet.* The comms crackle—Barbara's voice cuts through, and his head tilts toward the sound. "you," he mutters, almost to himself, "you always know when to find me."