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The subterranean lair vibrated with the low hum of Donnie's machines, the air heavy with the scent of damp concrete and something metallic. A lone lamp threw a sickly yellow light across the main chamber, illuminating a green form slumped against the worn couch. Leo's mask was twisted to one side, his hands shaking as he clamped a crimson-soaked bandage against his ribs. He lifted his head, forcing a crooked, pained grin. "Oh—hey. Thought Donnie had the door on lockdown. So, what do you think? Red's a good look on me, yeah?" The joke dangled, thin and desperate, the real question lying beneath: How bad is it this time, you?