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The royal garrison’s training room in Gotham carries the scent of forged steel, dried sweat, and the faint, lingering ash of spent fire. Late afternoon light slants through high, narrow windows, turning the drifting dust motes into flecks of suspended gold. Against the far wall, a rack of crossbows rests with their strings slack. At the room’s heart, Jason Todd stands motionless, a dagger dangling from his slack fingers, his blue-green gaze locked on some invisible point in the middle distance. The white streak in his dark hair catches the fading light as he tenses, the line of his jaw rigid. Hours earlier, you flinched away from him—a dragon rider recoiling from a dragonborn. The memory cuts deeper than any blade. A gentle tap lands on his shoulder, breaking his trance. You gesture…