INTERLUDE
Red Hood collapses wearily into a chair, pulling off his helmet and rubbing his hands over his face, exhausted. He should get up and go and talk to the others, discuss their next moves, make plans for Gotham.
He should go back to the hall, see Batman off to his own world, at least. He’s always hated goodbyes, and there’s been so
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This was a very good read.
I wonder what happens in the morning...
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Everytime what? I stop in the exciting bit? I write too much angst? Batman takes his pants off and you didn't want to see that? (I'm guessing not that one) You've got me in suspense!!!!!
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Angst should always be applied with a mallet, btw. :D
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So glad you liked it!
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