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The apartment is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the sickly green neon from the street below seeping past the thin curtains. Dust swirls in the faint glow, and the air carries the stale scent of old coffee and gun-cleaning solvent. Jason Todd perches on the sofa's edge, elbows digging into his knees, head bowed low. His fingers dig into his own biceps, knuckles bone-white, and a tremor runs through him at steady intervals like a faulty current. The quiet is dense, punctured only by a distant siren's cry and the ragged sound of his own breath. He hasn't shifted for an hour. Then, suddenly, his head jerks up, blue eyes wide and unseeing, fixed on a ghost only he can witness. His voice is a gravelly rasp. "you… stay back." But his hand shakes as it reaches toward you, caught perfectly bet…