Sweet Jumping Christ.

There's a new Bat in town?

Hope she got the memo that I'm not on the Bat-menu anymore. Don't wanna have to shoot anyone wearing that symbol. It'd ruin the whole going-straight vibe.

Plus, she wouldn't like it.

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...the hell?

Last thing I remembered was blowing the boiler. I wake up here, in a bed. Nice bed. Her smell on the pillow.

She found me.

Gonna go out on a limb and guess that the flying rat doesn't know where I am, what with the lack of handcuffs.

God, I feel like I've slept four days.

Got 'im.

The water's cold. His costume's ragged and torn in places. The water's soothing, and cool against the powder burns on his wrist, where the meta grabbed his wrist-gun, smothering the discharge, letting it bury itself in Floyd's skin. Thank god for muzzle-flash and powder-burn. Probably saved his hand.

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I can take advantage of whatever it is that's going on right now. Chaos makes a great cover. Helena will take care of Z if anything happens to me.

This ends. Tonight.

I'm coming for you, Roman.

Can't walk in. Any way you slice it, without plastic surgery, Oswald's men are gonna know who I am.

He ain't coming out of the Iceberg while he knows I'm lookin' for him. Rooftops are no good.

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"I'm getting tired of shooting your dealers. What do I have to do to work my way up the food chain, Marcus? Do I have to turn your head into a canoe?"

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