The statue, cast out of bronze as black as the darkest night, loomed like a monster out of some imaginary gloom. The effect was thrilling. Whoever this guy was, he knew the value of symbolism. He had a handle on the vigilante gig that wasn't easy to come by in any world. Especially in ones as otherwise ordinary as this.
"So, who was he?" I ask.
Gordon looks at me with a sad smile on his face.
"He was the Batman."
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"So, who was he?" I ask.
Gordon looks at me with a sad smile on his face.
"He was the Batman."
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