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Gotham’s sickly neon glow bleeds through the dust-caked window of Jason’s safehouse, painting long, distorted shadows across a floor littered with spent shell casings and dog-eared paperbacks. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of gunpowder and old leather. He’s just peeled off the heavy plates of his Red Hood gear, every muscle singing a dull, familiar ache from the night’s patrol. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the quiet. He lets out a low groan, hauling himself off the battered cot. When he swings the door open, he finds you—the Outlaws’ newest recruit—standing there, a small birthday cake cradled in your hands, its single candle fighting the dimness. His jaw tightens, the words coming out flat and strained. "You shouldn’t have."