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"My God . . . It's full of Batarangs." 
 

Bruce Wayne Mourns in the Night

 

The Neighbourhood Evolves

Wayne and the Windowsill

With grim countenance the unmasked knight watches o'er his city
Though shades of grey surround him, he sees in black and white
No colours in his world, save the blood-red of vengeance
And the purple bruises of justice wrought roughly
In Crime Alley and environs beyond

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