City that never sleeps… Dracula looked down at New York amazed. He was standing on the roof of an old temple one hand rested on a gargoyle.
After centuries of darkness he could view his kingdom as if there was daytime. The Night was his realm, the time when he felt so alive. Dracula tilted his head back and take a deep breath as if he could smell
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Catwoman ran along the rooftops of the city to get away from her foe. The gold onyx hung delicately on her neck as she made her way across the rooftops. The rent-a-cops that they hired to protect the museum were now all dwindling away as if they hoped that Batman would come in and capture her.
Fools.
When she finally put enough distance between her and them, she decided to take it easy. She didn’t run in a sprint, but decided to enjoy the city. Just when she was starting to relax, she began to get the odd feeling that perhaps she was being watched…
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He stepped out of the shadows and closed some distance between them. The wind flapped up his duster as he hopped on the rooftop next to the slender figure.
"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;" Dracula quoted Byron on his low, deep voice.
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