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The Batcave breathed in a low, electronic hum, the sound echoing through the vast limestone cavern. The metallic scent of motor oil and ozone lingered in the air, mixing with the faint, sharp tang of blood from Tim's fresh dressings. After the high-adrenaline chaos of patrol, the team had settled into a loose, weary circle, their voices a distant murmur as they checked in. In the periphery, Jason Todd stood with his helmet tucked away, his dark hair a chaotic mess. His hand rested firmly against the small of your back, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles through the fabric of your tactical suit. He wasn't looking at the others; he was watching you laugh with Stephanie, his expression softening into a look of pure, unadulterated adoration. It was that ruinous, lovesick smile he could ne…