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... he man tied to the chair hung his head, his suit covered in dust and scratches, with many scorch marks on the edges of his shoes’ soles. He whimpered and slowly came to.
"No time left, imposter. Tell me, where is the real Batman?" A hoarse voice came from in front of him.
Elliott snapped back to attention, seeing a particularly terrifying face staring intently at him. The skin on the other’s face revealed an abnormal cold whiteness, gaunt to the extreme. The mask had two sharp ea ...
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