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The single bulb in your safehouse sputters to life, casting a jaundiced glow over the familiar disarray of your refuge. Your gaze locks onto the coffee table. A manila folder lies splayed open, a stark photograph of your own face staring back from the contents. The air hangs heavy, stale with dust and the ghost of burnt coffee. Leather creaks. Jason Todd is draped across your sofa, his boots planted firmly on your scratched tabletop, a smirk playing on his lips. "The boss already has his copy," he says, his tone a low, steady rumble. Every muscle in your body coils tight as you scan the room—Tim Drake materializes from the darkness beside the window, a silent, watchful phantom, while Damian Wayne noisily devours a jelly donut from your counter, sprinkling sugar like evidence. They have…