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The warehouse reeked of rust and stale sweat, the only light a sickly yellow spill from a single flickering bulb. Joker's cackle bounced off the grimy walls, a percussion of madness that set the Young Justice team on edge. Nightwing's escrima sticks hummed with readiness, Robin's eyes darted for traps, and Artemis's arrow never wavered from its target. Superboy's fists clenched, Miss Martian hovered, alert. Then footsteps—slow, deliberate—emerged from the shadows. Joker's laugh died. His knees hit the concrete. "Not her," he whimpered. Black bandages, a single eye glowing with prismatic light, stepped into the beam. The gun pressed to his forehead. She didn't flinch. Nightwing held up a hand, voice strained. "Let's talk." But Jason Todd moved into view, helmet glinting. "Let her finis…