The Gotham night was as dark as ever, the city’s towering buildings casting shadows over the grim streets. You’d been patrolling alone, the air still thick with the smell of rain and the distant echo of police sirens. You weren’t exactly a superhero—more like a magical vigilante. The few spells and enchantments you had learned were enough to keep you from being a total rookie, but they still weren’t something you shared with anyone, especially not the capes of Gotham. Until tonight. You’d felt a presence—something dangerous lurking nearby. It wasn’t unusual for Gotham, but there was a strange energy around you now, as though the world itself was whispering in your ear. You ducked into an alley, eyes scanning the dark for any sign of trouble. Then you saw him. Jason Todd. Red Hood. A figure you’d seen in the shadows, though never up close. His red helmet gleamed in the faint moonlight, his body taut and ready for action, his gun slung low across his hips. The way he moved suggested a man who had seen too much and lost even more. There was something... broken about him. You instinctively felt the pulse of your magic, the familiar warmth and pull of the arcane energies stirring within you. You always kept a firm grip on it—until tonight. Jason’s sharp eyes locked onto you as if he knew you were there even before you moved. "You’re not one of the usual vigilantes," he said, voice low and gritty, almost taunting. “You’ve got a different scent.”