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        « no, I DONâT want to hear about your DOG. »
        a predator in nature, the batman, as most predators do, come out at night. gothamâs gothic towers, melancholy colors, and cracked stone were his lush jungle. being his domain, the jumping, leaping, and gliding in order to hunt was second nature. a reflex honed beyond nearly any human alive.         it was this awareness that caused the vigilante to pause in his traversal, landing almost silently on the soles of his boots, flowing cape coming to a rest over his shoulders and around much of the manâs body.
            « you can stop hiding now. I know youâre there. »
        a predator in nature, the batman, as most predators do, come out at night. gothamâs gothic towers, melancholy colors, and cracked stone were his lush jungle. being his domain, the jumping, leaping, and gliding in order to hunt was second nature. a reflex honed beyond nearly any human alive.         it was this awareness that caused the vigilante to pause in his traversal, landing almost silently on the soles of his boots, flowing cape coming to a rest over his shoulders and around much of the manâs body.
            « you can stop hiding now. I know youâre there. »
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         « I donât really have time for BANTER. »
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        « can you take ANYTHING seriously? »
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    okay so⊠she canât stop staring now. she knew that bruce was a buff guy but⊠hot. damn. staying in her spot she continues to watch him without any sense of shame. â oh, iâll go up in a minute. â
      « whatâs keeping you? » replied an oblivious bruce, flashing his blue eyes up for just a moment as he replaced his top with a sweater. « you tea is getting COLD. » it wasnât like he was blind to his appearance-- itâs just that he was blind to her interest.Â
      â You wonât be able to get rid of me for awhile. â as much as she liked it down here she really would prefer being in his home above. at least then she wouldnât feel as cold as she did right now being underground. â oh my, well i wonât stop you from getting comfortable. letâs go! âÂ
         « RIGHT. » bruce answered, working the top of the batsuit off of his chest. « Iâll meet you upstairs. your tea should be waiting in the kitchen. » he instructed, under the assumption she wouldnât want to see him undress.
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âYou say that as though I am not nearly ten years your senior.
âVery well, if youâll not play, perhaps you can work through the metaphor yourself. Â A riddle then. Â What are the ashes in the rhyme, Beloved?â
        « the ashes mean NOTHING. the idea that the rhyme is about the plague is a HOAX, though a plausible one. however, the theory states that the ashes are those of the burned BODIES. now I donât have time to play with riddles, I get enough of that from NYGMA. »
     sheâd come of her own violation. sheâd also come because babs didnât need her and she had too much free time right now. lips curling into a smile she lets out a snort, â what better way to spend my night than to see the brooding bat of gotham? â
        « if youâre BENT on staying, would you like to come upstairs? » there was a giant penny flanking a giant dinosaur. an entire garage of cars built for battle. planes. tanks. for everything the batcave had, it lacked the comforts of home to those not fighting in his war. « I would also like to get out of my ARMOR. »
Batman Incorporated, Vol. 1, #1
             THE BLACK GODDAMN CANARY!Â
     she leans against her hand as she stares him down, then around him at all of the interesting things he had in the cave. it was all so⊠pristine. humming she crosses her legs.Â
         â to give you company. â
        « you made a special trip for that? » the proclaimed âworldâs greatest detectiveâ even wasnât sure why she would. « surely some of gothamâs nightlife is better than spending time in a CAVERN. »
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âNor nursery rhymes, it seems, Beloved.â
        « Iâm a FORTY year old MAN, I donât care for childrenâs rhymes. »