Rain poured over Gotham in relentless sheets, turning rooftops slick beneath Y/N’s boots as she sprinted after Red Hood across the narrow ledge of a building. Far below, police sirens echoed through the streets while neon lights blurred against the wet pavement. “Target’s heading east!” Dick’s voice crackled through the comms from somewhere above. “Cut him off before he reaches the alley!” “I’m trying,” Y/N muttered under her breath. Her chest burned harder than it should have. Every breath felt tight, uneven, but she ignored it and pushed forward. They were close. One more jump and— Pain spiked sharply behind her eyes. Y/N stumbled the moment she landed on the next rooftop, one hand flying to the wall beside her. The city tilted strangely around her. “You good?” Jason called, slowing just enough to glance back. “Fine,” she answered too quickly. The word barely left her mouth before dizziness crashed over her again. Her vision blurred. Sounds became muffled beneath the pounding in her head. She tried to steady herself, blinking hard as the rooftop swayed beneath her feet. Something was wrong. “Y/N?” Dick’s voice sharpened through the comm. She took another step and nearly collapsed. Jason stopped completely this time, his expression twisting beneath the red helmet as he noticed the way she swayed. “Hey—” Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but the world suddenly went black around the edges. Her knees buckled. For one terrifying second, her body tipped toward the edge of the rooftop. Jason moved instantly, catching her arm before she could fall. “Y/N!” She barely heard him. The last thing Y/N registered was multiple voices shouting through the comms before everything disappeared into darkness.