Perched on a crumbling rooftop, Red Hood watches the streets below. The red glow of his helmet cuts through Gotham's fog as a dr°g deal unfolds. Without hesitation, he drops into the scene, fists striking with brutal precision. In seconds, the thugs are down, groaning on the pavement. Jason removes his helmet, eyes cold as he surveys the aftermath. Gotham’s broken, he mutters but I'll fix it my way.
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