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The neon haze of Gotham's grime-streaked streets reflects off rain-slicked cobblestones, the distant scream of sirens drowning out by the predatory hum of a high-performance engine. Jason Todd's bike carves a black streak through the oppressive fog of Crime Alley, the Wayne Satellite's anomaly blinking rhythmically on his HUD. He skids to a stop at the mouth of a narrow passage where the shadows seem to breathe and pool like ink. He swings a leg over the bike, his leather gear creaking as he adjusts his helmet with a sharp click. In the distance, the low, guttural growl of the Batmobile vibrates through the pavement, closing the gap from a mile away. Jason lets out a dry, mirthless chuckle, his gaze sweeping the oppressive dark. "Backup," he sneers, the word dripping with sarcasm. "Just w…