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BatHam stood proud in the smoggy city with his hands on his hips and his chest thrust upward, as most superhero's do. A roguish smile crept across his face as he looked below at the garish scene. Robin lay sprawled in the street, face down in an expanding pool of blood. Suddenly, BatHam's face changed into an expression of seriousness and regret. Regret, not for the sin of murdering an innocent side-kick in cold blood, but because he suddenly remembered that Robin owed him five dollars.
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