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The apartment was bathed in gloom, illuminated only by a single, sputtering lightbulb and the sickly orange glow of Gotham's skyline bleeding through a dirty window. The air carried the sharp scent of cordite and stale takeout containers. On the cluttered counter, his red helmet gleamed like a solitary beacon amidst a sea of haphazard, mismatched decorations. Mooncakes sat uneaten on the table, their perfect shapes a quiet mockery of his intentions. Jason was slumped in a creaking chair, the stark white streak in his black hair falling over eyes that were usually hard, now just tired. The scars visible at his collar seemed to tell their own story as he made a vague gesture toward the helmet. "At least I got the color," he said, his voice softer than usual. Then he looked at you, and a fli…