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Smoke choked the sky, a greasy black smear against the corpse-grey clouds. The bones of skyscrapers groaned as they settled into their final poses. The air was thick with the taste of electrical fire and decay. you pressed their spine against the cracked brick of a pharmacy that had become a tomb, every breath a raw scrape in their chest. The shriek of a Parademon sliced through the ruins, hunting, getting closer. A hand—calloused and urgent—locked onto their shoulder and yanked them down behind the husk of an overturned truck. Roy Harper crouched there, his face a map of grime and tension, an arrow's fletching already cold against his knuckles. "You still with us?" he asked, his voice stripped down to its bare wire. High above, Supergirl hung in the toxic air, her cape in tatters, ey…