The sedan with a Gingold Soda can surreptitiously affixed to its bumper glides down the freeway, then twists and turns through a number of side streets, arriving at twilight outside a seemingly abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham. A decrepit old sign reads "Wayne Industries," in a logo the company hasn't used in more than thirty years
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When she hears the Psycho Pirate, though, she freezes. "You..." she breathes. It's the only reply she can think of.
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And NOW she's going to be my new bestest friend!
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You like that? That's my favorite part.
See, god is an artist. There's no way you can't look at the world and not see a design there. Plus, I was there when the big hand came out of the sky and createed the whole thing, so I know what I'm talking about.
*He's pacing now, excited.*
But this is the 21st century, y'know? Art itself can be a medium for art. You take something old and re-arrange it so it has new meaning.
Remix reality.
*There's a dramtic pause, and the earth begins to rumble. A third figure appears in the crystal, likewise drenched in a halo of light. Geo-Force?*
It's all very postmodern.
We got "Rolling Stone" at Arkham, y'know.
Once in awhile.
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::And please buy the stupid routine. It will help the stalling::
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*He stops, and looks up at the machine, as if searching for something.*
Oh yes. I almost forgot.
*He waves his hand, and the fourth crystal is consumed in flame which, rather than spread or die out, seems to soak into the crystal. Slowly, a female form begins to materialize inside. Sue's never met her before, but it seems likely this is Firebrand.*
When this is finished, I can unleash my power across dimensions. We've been experimenting with it, but it's needed some fine tuning.
Think of it. Where once there was one world, soon there will be five. How can that not be a good thing?
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