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The Gotham Art Museum stood as a monolith of glass and marble under a freezing moon, casting oppressive shadows across the pavement. Inside, the atmosphere was a suffocating blend of expensive floral perfumes and the low hum of high-society lies. Crystal chandeliers rained light over a crowd of socialites in silk and diamonds, all pretending to find meaning in the sterile abstract art on the walls. You lingered by a pillar, eyes scanning the room as Bruce had instructed—mere surveillance, just another routine night. Then you saw him. Jason Todd was leaning against the grand staircase, an arm draped possessively around a woman in crimson silk. His tuxedo was impeccable, but he wore it with a calculated sloppiness, the top buttons undone to reveal the glint of a silver dog tag resting aga…