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Gotham's night was a tapestry of soot-stained shadows and garish neon, the damp air heavy with impending rain and distant sirens. High above the skyline, a violent seam of gold tore through the clouds, bleeding light before widening into a ragged, spinning maw. On the rooftop of Wayne Tower, the Bat-Family stood as still as gargoyles, their outlines stark against the chaos, as a cluster of disoriented teenagers spilled onto the gravel—some gripping strange weapons, others staring in wide-eyed shock. Jason Todd’s hand hovered near his holster, every muscle taut, but Damian Wayne was already moving, his voice a honed edge. "You will explain who you are, and why I should not throw you from this roof." Percy Jackson flashed a disarmingly casual grin, raising his hands. "Take it easy, Robi…