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After bruce was done watching the tape he thought about what alfred said so he asked alfred what was the matter and alfred said that he had taped a basketball game but, the Joker interupted it by saying. I will hold Gothem`s mayor hostige until Gothem`s citizens give batman`s identity to me, Joker. And if they don`t I shall kill the mayor.HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!! Bruse had to think fast in order to save the mayor but he didn`t now how to. Then, an idea hit him, bruce wanye would invite the mayor over to a party that bruce would throw then, when Joker came he would go to the batcave and then go to the party as batman.But what kind of party, I mean what would be so important to throw a party and invite the mayor.Bruse thought.then he remebered his newest invention the wanye inc. made it is so important he has to throw a party and he will tell what it is there. to be continued...
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It was a stony cold night in Gothem and bruce had just come to his mansion when he saw blood on the floor leading to the kitchen. He followed the trail until, it turned into footprints he stopped and saw a dead security guard laying on the ground.No later then a minute he decided to look at security tapes it showed someone hacking in the security and then breaking through the window but he couldn`t makeout who it was. the person started to gigle. Then lauphing harder then ever.That moment bruce knew exactly who it was.Joker, a security guard came in the exact same security guard that bruce found dead on the ground. Bruce turned the sound up just in time to hear the Joker say. Do you want to know how I got these scares as he pointed to the scares by his lips. The secureity guard was silent. Well... my father... just then alfred bursted in the door. Master bruce the joker struck again. What do you mean alfred? said bruce. I think you will want to see this. said alfred. Later. said bruce. Then he looked at the screen.Just in time to see the Joker take out a HUGE dager and stab it into the security guard then twist it and as blood flies all over his face he said. Why so serious?...
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I glanced around the old mansion for quite some time. I'd ask a question about a broken pot or a portrait. Art still fascinates me today. I guess it got annoying, since Catwoman slapped me with the whip. "Stop pestering, Strike." She said. "Your room is at the top of the stairs. Come back down when you're done." She seemed pretty mad. This made me suspicious. I shrugged it off and went to the staircase.
Looking up, I could tell it was pretty tall. Tall, and dusty. I pulled out my inhaler and began the climb upwards. This mansion, I guessed, must've had three stories. I passed a middle level on the way up. The crimson walls were faded. It needed paint. "No lights?" I asked myself. I then shot a bolt at the lamp above. It lit up instantly. "Damn." I swore at myself. It hurt everytime I shot a bolt anywhere.
When I found my room, I decided to check out where exactly I was. My plan had always been, "Do what Catwoman wants, then leave." I'm not that kind of guy who's the team player. I look out for myself, and no one else. Besides, I wasn't a villain back then, and I never will be.
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