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The Big Bad Bat 𝘛𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺. by #Midnight
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“𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘴? 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦?”

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You and me on a comfortable therapy couch (the chaise lounge in the living room will do).

I’ll bring my scarred psyche.
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𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙈𝙘𝘾𝙖𝙗𝙚

ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ-ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴡ/ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴄᴇ
ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʟ
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Gotham is not for beginners.
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but the word on the street was he had eventually found it.

The DA’s office was on high alert, and Batman, it seemed, was even more so.
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That might or might not be a message from her associates informing her that the bank job was successful and that her note had been delivered. The Bat hadn't shown up that night, which was unusual (he probably had his hands full… in every sense), ~
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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯?
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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯?
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The rain was a cold, insistent curtain. She stomped her feet, a futile effort against the penetrating dampness that seemed to leech the warmth from her bones. A Gothic monolith of stone loomed behind her, its arched windows like vacant, accusing eyes. ~
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“It appears… it appears Batman is already on the scene.”
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We'll continue to bring you updates as they become available—”

A shadow detached itself from the storm clouds, a winged silhouette descending directly into the maw of the asylum. She could feel the collective gasp of the officers and onlookers around her instinctively raising their eyes.

~
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“The details are still emerging, but preliminary assessments suggest a significant degree of pre-planning. The public is being urged to exercise extreme caution. Nygma should be considered armed and dangerous, with a disregard for human life. ~
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“We have breaking news tonight,” she announced into the biting wind. “I'm here outside Arkham Asylum, where, according to GCPD officials, Edward Nygma, better known as The Riddler, escaped just hours ago.” She glanced down at her notes, then back to the camera. ~
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From under the hood of his waterproof jacket, the cameraman gave a nod.

“Alright, let’s do this.” She smoothed down the hair plastered to her face, adjusted her lapel microphone, and focused on the camera lens. The red recording light blinked steadily. ~
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Flashing blue and red lights pulsed across its facade, painting chaotic streaks of color onto the downpour.

“Honestly,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else, and tightened her grip on the umbrella, “as if it couldn't get any worse.”

~
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The rain was a cold, insistent curtain. She stomped her feet, a futile effort against the penetrating dampness that seemed to leech the warmth from her bones. A Gothic monolith of stone loomed behind her, its arched windows like vacant, accusing eyes. ~
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If you feel lost too, I see you. You’re not alone. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll find our way back to the light.
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𝙂𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤’𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.ᐣ

“𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘈𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘥.”
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𝙂𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤’𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.ᐣ

“𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘈𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘥.”
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With Freeze gone, we can return life to our city. And fate has yielded its reward: a new word to call hope.

We live among its people, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret, waiting, protecting. ~
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I have witnessed their capacity for courage, and though we are worlds apart, like us, there's more to them than meets the eye.

I am Batman, and I send this message to any surviving heroes taking refuge among the streets.

We are here. We are waiting.
bigb4dbat.bsky.social
With Freeze gone, we can return life to our city. And fate has yielded its reward: a new word to call hope.

We live among its people, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret, waiting, protecting. ~
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𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥

𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 12𝘵𝘩, 1989
Tonight, a comedian died in Gotham.
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𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥

𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 12𝘵𝘩, 1989
Tonight, a comedian died in Gotham.