Four grueling hours of all out war had passed, and the Batman could barely stand, his bruises had bruises, and blood gushed from his eyes. The Batman was absolutely confounded. He had never faced opponents so brutally repetitive and without motive. These three guys made The Joker seem sane.
“Cry baby cry, make your mother sigh, she’s old enough to know better.”
It had been a stretch of time since The Silver Surfer last wept. He viewed this more a sign of maturity than a sense of complacent jadedness. Considering his vital role in the cosmic universe, it was this sole concept that kept him sane. Especially now, as the threads of reality slowly unraveled descending Earth into uncharted dark deviance, the likes of which we have never seen before.
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In defense of Batman, he is not a racist. His creators are.
The Batman was in the thick of things. He was surrounded by six frightened African-American teenagers. They had just smashed a stolen car into the side of a building. He did not have time for this, not with the Joker on the other side of Gotham on an unhinged killing spree. Things were about to go from bad to worst.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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