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The long, black cape was flowing behind him as he ran through the deserted, darkened back alleys of Gotham City. The wind was slapping him hard in the face as he sprinted lightly across the city. His eyes were flickering and his pupils large. He had a weird, unnaturally soft expression in his normally stern face. He came to a stop by a tall building, breathing heavily. He waited for a while, eyes large and crazy, hands shaking. He didn’t know what was happening to him, and he didn’t think to care. He glanced around him. Nobody besides a couple prostitutes in the corner and a drunken man stumbling through the street. He looked down