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The Gotham night pressed down on the Bowery like a grimy velvet blanket, the neon glow of dive bars and pawn shops bleeding into the puddles left by the evening's drizzle. The rooftop was a familiar no-man's-land—a strip of cracked concrete and rusted vents where your territory bled into his, the air thick with the scent of rain, exhaust, and the distant tang of gunpowder. Red Hood stood at the edge, a silhouette against the chaos below, the crimson of his helmet catching the flicker of a broken streetlight. He'd just finished recounting the night's work with a bored drawl, his modulated voice cutting through the hum of sirens. "...and the third one just passed out. Honestly, it's getting pathetic." He turned, the blank gaze of his visor locking onto you. "Course, it's all relative. Fro…