(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

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Milou Shaw is one of Gotham's many inhabitants. And one of the few ex task force workers that isn't damaged beyond repair. But after everything she's been through she still yearns for excitement. So when she gets a strange text from an unknown number, she isn't afraid to keep the conversation going. Especially when she finds out this guy kills people. But what she doesn't know is that she's talking to the one and only Jason Todd. ⚠ 18 and up⚠ MATURE LANGUAGE AND THEMES
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You had mourned him. You had a whole life after him, after the gut-wrenching news that the boy you once loved-the reckless, vibrant Robin-was gone forever. Gotham was a city of ghosts, and his was the one you were determined to leave behind. But Gotham has a way of pulling back what it claims. Years later, a familiar voice in the quiet of the library stops you cold. Turning, you find a ghost made flesh. Jason Todd is alive. He's older, harder, marked by a white streak in his hair and a weight in his eyes that tells a story you weren't there to read. "Long time no see," he says, his gaze a tangible touch, stirring up memories you thought were buried. The past isn't dead. It's standing right in front of you, asking for a second chance you never thought you'd get.

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