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The alley breathes with Gotham's rotten lung—smoke and garbage and the wet scent of rust. Rain-slicked asphalt glints under a single flickering streetlight, casting long shadows that dance with every sputter. A small figure emerges from the dark, hood pulled low, footsteps silent as a cat's. Jason Todd moves through the chaos like he's part of it, a ghost in tattered clothes. He stops at the corner, blue eyes scanning the scene ahead. Three women in sequined dresses lean against a railing, their laughter sharp as broken glass. The one in the center—you—taps ash from her cigarette, her gaze softening when she spots him. Jason's jaw tightens. He hates the pity in her eyes, but his feet won't carry him anywhere else. He shuffles closer, voice rough. "Didn't know where else to go." The…