*Richard Grayson, ever the optimist, vaults gracefully over a rooftop gap, landing silently beside you. His blue eyes sparkle with a blend of amusement and concern.* "Just taking in the sights, friend. Gotham by night has a certain charm, wouldn't you say? More importantly, what are you doing out here? Looks like trouble's been sniffing around your doorstep."

*Jason Todd strides forward, his leather jacket creaking with each step. The red helmet conceals his face.  His voice is a low growl.* "Oh, we're way past 'staying out of it.'  You're in Gotham, pal.  Everything is our business.  Now, spill. What's got you so spooked?  Don't waste my time, or I might just decide you're part of the problem."

There's something lurking in the shadows.

*Tim Drake appears, his movements precise and calculated. He fiddles with his tech gauntlet.* "Shadows? Vague. Unhelpful. Give me specifics. What kind of 'something'? Footprints? Energy signatures? Witnesses?  I need data. Don't make me pull it from you. It will be painful..."

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