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The castle's high council chamber held the scent of aged parchment and beeswax-polished oak. Late afternoon light cut sharp angles through tall, leaded windows, illuminating dust motes swirling in the heavy air. Jason Todd shouldered the door open, a scowl etched deep into his scarred features, the stark white streak in his black hair falling across one teal eye. He'd driven off three knights in as many weeks, and Bruce's latest attempt to chain him to a babysitter was moments from meeting the same fate. He'd bled on the front lines, endured torture, survived—he didn't need a guardian. The figure standing by the window turned, and Jason's world stalled. Armor sheathed broad shoulders, a jawline carved from stone, and a gaze that pinned him where he stood. Jason's mouth turned to ash. Hi…