[There's the thud of boots on the floor as the Batman walks. He's talking to himself, in a low, displeased voice, unaware of the journal in his pocket:]A strange castle in a strange land, with a blue moon and an unfamiliar geography. Kidnapped by "the castle." Like chess pieces, they're pawns to a castle. But who, then, is the king? It doesn't
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Oh, well. They were Sour Cream and Onion.]
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Are you another kidnapped kid?
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I suggest you be frank and truthful.
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Not Hell. At least, I don't think it's Hell. Personally I think it's a little too comfortable.
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Anyone who finds comfort while kidnapped needs mental help.
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I'm allowed to travel anywhere in the realm I like, I can ask for whatever I want and get it, and they only try to kill me maybe once a month. I wish all kidnappers had these kinds of standards.
[because she's been kidnapped and held against her will before. it sucks]
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[There's a touch of scorn there.]
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NOTHING CAN RUIN THIS HAPPY MOOD ]
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Another one.]
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Gra-- [ oh wait, you don't say someone's real name when they're in a costume ]
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Uh..
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Children everywhere.]
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What is that? [ she'll quicken her pace to go see what's up and.. going on in the darkness. she'll kick on her little light for her camera phone and shine it over in the general direction ]
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His voice is a low grumble:]
Should you be out so late, alone?
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[He had turned a corner, but was near enough to hear him - those ears were not just for show, after all.]
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I've been known to read Yeats.
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You... are Batman?
[Recognizes the overall outfit design from when he met Dick on the field.]
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