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Gotham's night is unnervingly still—no distant gunfire, no sirens wailing, just the deep, weary hum of a city holding its breath. Perched on a rooftop ledge, a broad-shouldered figure sits unmoving, the crimson dome of his helmet reflecting the sickly glow of a fractured streetlamp. Jason Todd's gloved fingers trace absent circles over a crowbar's grip, the metal leaching cold into his palm. One thought pulses behind his eyes: *It's too quiet.* The comms crackle—Barbara's voice slices through the silence—and his head turns slightly toward the sound. "you," he mutters, almost under his breath, "you always seem to find me when the silence gets loud."