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6pm - GNN
 
6pm - GNN
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The introductory GNN logo displays, the music blares, and when the beginning segment ends, it is neither the face of Alicia Moren, her back-up Monica Lawrence, or Greg Farnstead that greets viewers tonight, but that of a middle-aged man who left the anchor position several years prior. Below, the prompt displays the text "Jeremy Vitter, GNN Executive Producer of Daily News." Despite the hint of bloodshot to his eyes from binging the night before, his expression and tone retain that cool, detached recounting of events. If he is reading from a teleprompter, his eyes never once flicker towards it; they focus completely on the camera.
 
The introductory GNN logo displays, the music blares, and when the beginning segment ends, it is neither the face of Alicia Moren, her back-up Monica Lawrence, or Greg Farnstead that greets viewers tonight, but that of a middle-aged man who left the anchor position several years prior. Below, the prompt displays the text "Jeremy Vitter, GNN Executive Producer of Daily News." Despite the hint of bloodshot to his eyes from binging the night before, his expression and tone retain that cool, detached recounting of events. If he is reading from a teleprompter, his eyes never once flicker towards it; they focus completely on the camera.
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Batman responds.
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Batman responds.
   
This is Gotham City, his city, so it was obvious he would respond. Dispite the demand that third parties stay clear, he is there anyways. Keeping his distance as the two vans pull out front of the Cathedral. Watching from the darkness of an over hanging statuary with the length of black cape draped down around him like a fluid shadow.
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This is Gotham City, his city, so it was obvious he would respond. Dispite the demand that third parties stay clear, he is there anyways. Keeping his distance as the two vans pull out front of the Cathedral. Watching from the darkness of an over hanging statuary with the length of black cape draped down around him like a fluid shadow.
   
As soon as the vehicles stop, the lenses of his cowl zoom in on the tail plates, shifting to a night optic spectrum to read the license plates quietly into the communicator linked back to Alfred in the Batcave.
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As soon as the vehicles stop, the lenses of his cowl zoom in on the tail plates, shifting to a night optic spectrum to read the license plates quietly into the communicator linked back to Alfred in the Batcave.
   
"Run registration against GCPD database. Bring up the file on Carr and upload it to my wrist computer."
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"Run registration against GCPD database. Bring up the file on Carr and upload it to my wrist computer."
   
"Of course, sir." Says Alfred with his deligent tone spoken right into the Bat's ear.
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"Of course, sir." Says Alfred with his deligent tone spoken right into the Bat's ear.
   
For now, the Dark Knight watches. No need for rush... They're not going to get away from him anytime soon.
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For now, the Dark Knight watches. No need for rush... They're not going to get away from him anytime soon.
   
   
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"A SWAT team. The FBI. Something. Anything. Not giving in."
 
"A SWAT team. The FBI. Something. Anything. Not giving in."
   
But despite her power and despite her pleas, there are some people she can't move. And in the end, Janet van Dorn is forced to sign the prisoner away. She sits at her desk rubbing her temples, listening to the radio because the laptop she'd watch the live feed on is currently in someone else's hands. So frustrated. So beyond frustrated. Everything they've worked for, and as much as she prays for the lives of those captured, it just feels ike a gigantic step back.
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But despite her power and despite her pleas, there are some people she can't move. And in the end, Janet van Dorn is forced to sign the prisoner away. She sits at her desk rubbing her temples, listening to the radio because the laptop she'd watch the live feed on is currently in someone else's hands. So frustrated. So beyond frustrated. Everything they've worked for, and as much as she prays for the lives of those captured, it just feels ike a gigantic step back.
   
   
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Batman brings up his wrist computer, quickly plugging at keys on the dim lit screen partially hidden in the folds of his draping cape. The police channel is already fed directly to his cowl, but if he can find the individual signal for that phone... or, more precisely, and far better, the channel the group is using to communicate amongst themself, he'll be in a far better position to coordinate his attack.
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Batman brings up his wrist computer, quickly plugging at keys on the dim lit screen partially hidden in the folds of his draping cape. The police channel is already fed directly to his cowl, but if he can find the individual signal for that phone... or, more precisely, and far better, the channel the group is using to communicate amongst themself, he'll be in a far better position to coordinate his attack.
   
He obviously has no intentions of allowing the criminals to get away with the prisoner. It has nothing to do with /who/ Carr is and everything to do with precidence. As soon as the police cooperate, it sets the tone for every other johnny come lately criminal to hit the block.
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He obviously has no intentions of allowing the criminals to get away with the prisoner. It has nothing to do with /who/ Carr is and everything to do with precidence. As soon as the police cooperate, it sets the tone for every other johnny come lately criminal to hit the block.
   
And that does not happen in Gotham. Not solong as the Bat is watching.
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And that does not happen in Gotham. Not solong as the Bat is watching.
   
And he is /always/ watching.
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And he is /always/ watching.
   
Working alone has always made these things easier for him. It's easier to figure for himself without the intervention of outside, potentially uncontrollable, variables that might complicate the matter. Get themselves hurt.
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Working alone has always made these things easier for him. It's easier to figure for himself without the intervention of outside, potentially uncontrollable, variables that might complicate the matter. Get themselves hurt.
   
Get in the way.
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Get in the way.
   
   
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Batman is patient, it's one of his defining qualities. Never rushing if he doesn't have to, waiting for the exact moment to present itself before he moves. In his experience, every well laid plan has a mistake.
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Batman is patient, it's one of his defining qualities. Never rushing if he doesn't have to, waiting for the exact moment to present itself before he moves. In his experience, every well laid plan has a mistake.
   
He knows two things for certain: The hostages are, or at least will be shortly, safe. And the individual responsible for this is at the other scene.
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He knows two things for certain: The hostages are, or at least will be shortly, safe. And the individual responsible for this is at the other scene.
   
If he's not pick up radio chatter between the groups of armmed men, that too is an important detail. They could be on radio silence and he's keeping the possibility of that open.
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If he's not pick up radio chatter between the groups of armmed men, that too is an important detail. They could be on radio silence and he's keeping the possibility of that open.
   
What he also knows. He is not a fire fighter.
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What he also knows. He is not a fire fighter.
   
Nor does he intend to rush off after a cellphone that could, and will, be dropped. The person who planned this is not stupid. Too much forethought went into it, entirely too much careful planning.
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Nor does he intend to rush off after a cellphone that could, and will, be dropped. The person who planned this is not stupid. Too much forethought went into it, entirely too much careful planning.
   
It's a diversion.
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It's a diversion.
   
Knowing that, he stays right where he is.. at least until the van loading the prisoner begins to move, the very second those doors close, the Batman takes flight on suddenly extended wings.. gliding like a dark shadow towards the roof and landing in a crunch crouch that 'definately' dents the top.
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Knowing that, he stays right where he is.. at least until the van loading the prisoner begins to move, the very second those doors close, the Batman takes flight on suddenly extended wings.. gliding like a dark shadow towards the roof and landing in a crunch crouch that 'definately' dents the top.
   
They'll shoot, but they wont do it imediately. He's got a half second, it's enough. His arm snaps down, grinds the metalic bladed fins on his gauntlet into the joints between rough and side panel and swings down to double kick the rear view mirror, landing on the hood with his fingers curled into the joint hinges.
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They'll shoot, but they wont do it imediately. He's got a half second, it's enough. His arm snaps down, grinds the metalic bladed fins on his gauntlet into the joints between rough and side panel and swings down to double kick the rear view mirror, landing on the hood with his fingers curled into the joint hinges.
   
Glaring into the front glass with hollow white eyes and a deep sneer.
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Glaring into the front glass with hollow white eyes and a deep sneer.
   
   
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The attempts to dislodge him are partially successful, but not for the reasons one might initially believe. The Bats feet shoot out from beneath him when the breaks are slammed, but his gauntlet is locked in that little grove between windshield and hood.
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The attempts to dislodge him are partially successful, but not for the reasons one might initially believe. The Bats feet shoot out from beneath him when the breaks are slammed, but his gauntlet is locked in that little grove between windshield and hood.
   
Holding fast dispite the stop and go, Batman pulls with the locked fist and slams the other clear through the glass, dropping, from his openned hand a couple of small pellets into the front seat of the SUV.
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Holding fast dispite the stop and go, Batman pulls with the locked fist and slams the other clear through the glass, dropping, from his openned hand a couple of small pellets into the front seat of the SUV.
   
Then he's rolling, releasing the lock on his fist and stabbing straight down with a batarang into the front left tire and reaching for a grapnel, full expecting them to go into a blazing rush when the smoke errupts into the confines of that closely packed can of armed thugs.
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Then he's rolling, releasing the lock on his fist and stabbing straight down with a batarang into the front left tire and reaching for a grapnel, full expecting them to go into a blazing rush when the smoke errupts into the confines of that closely packed can of armed thugs.
   
Bits of it is escaping, of course, but there's plenty and even if not, the tire is out...
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Bits of it is escaping, of course, but there's plenty and even if not, the tire is out...
   
They floor it, as one would expect of such goons. His arm again stabs the forearm blades into the side panel, dragging him along with one hand grabbing for the groove created by his initial swing. Grinding his teeth as he summons a great force of will to keep himself attached.
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They floor it, as one would expect of such goons. His arm again stabs the forearm blades into the side panel, dragging him along with one hand grabbing for the groove created by his initial swing. Grinding his teeth as he summons a great force of will to keep himself attached.
   
   
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Batman is off the side in a flash, moving around the back of the van where men slip out in fits of spaztic coughing. He comes around the open door with his thumb held outwards in a throat chop, slamming against the first goons trachae with enough force to put him down in a foot swinging slam against the concrete.
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Batman is off the side in a flash, moving around the back of the van where men slip out in fits of spaztic coughing. He comes around the open door with his thumb held outwards in a throat chop, slamming against the first goons trachae with enough force to put him down in a foot swinging slam against the concrete.
   
The cape swirls through the smoke as the Dark Knight turns, catching his elbow against the bent knee of the second, putting his body low in position smash the back of his head straight up into the bent over man's jaw, grab him with both hands and throw him straight out into the street jawbone first.
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The cape swirls through the smoke as the Dark Knight turns, catching his elbow against the bent knee of the second, putting his body low in position smash the back of his head straight up into the bent over man's jaw, grab him with both hands and throw him straight out into the street jawbone first.
   
Whoever this dark figure is, he is not in safe mode. Crawling up into the smoke without even a second thought, using the cramped quarters to his benefit.
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Whoever this dark figure is, he is not in safe mode. Crawling up into the smoke without even a second thought, using the cramped quarters to his benefit.
   
One hand comes up to block the swing butt of a rifle, with his forearm. His fist fires straight out towards the man's abdomen with his second knuckles pressing in hard against the lower breast bone just beneath the cartilage connecting the sternum.
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One hand comes up to block the swing butt of a rifle, with his forearm. His fist fires straight out towards the man's abdomen with his second knuckles pressing in hard against the lower breast bone just beneath the cartilage connecting the sternum.
   
As the smoke clears, he rolls backwards out of the van, grabs the edge of the hatch and curls himself up onto the roof in a low crouch. Ready to pounce on one of the two that stepped out from the front. Using the vehicle for cover.
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As the smoke clears, he rolls backwards out of the van, grabs the edge of the hatch and curls himself up onto the roof in a low crouch. Ready to pounce on one of the two that stepped out from the front. Using the vehicle for cover.
   
   
   
Janet presses herself back against the windowframe, narrowing her eyes as she watches. "He's going to try to steal Carr," she says softly. "That must be it. He doesn't want whoever this other guy is to have him; he's trying to get him for himself. Cripes, guys; you've got to get in there!" But she knows every available is going to be rushing to the hostages. That homicidal nutjob down there... oh, the temptation to go to her desk and pull out Dad's Police Special is *intense*.
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Janet presses herself back against the windowframe, narrowing her eyes as she watches. "He's going to try to steal Carr," she says softly. "That must be it. He doesn't want whoever this other guy is to have him; he's trying to get him for himself. Cripes, guys; you've got to get in there!" But she knows every available is going to be rushing to the hostages. That homicidal nutjob down there... oh, the temptation to go to her desk and pull out Dad's Police Special is *intense*.
   
   
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Batman hear's the screech of tires and throws a quick batarang up towards one of the over hanging street lamps, bathing this section of the road in limited darkness. It's not complete, with other lights positioned a few yards up and down the street, along with across it, but it'll do. Just the occational flashes of weapon fire.
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Batman hear's the screech of tires and throws a quick batarang up towards one of the over hanging street lamps, bathing this section of the road in limited darkness. It's not complete, with other lights positioned a few yards up and down the street, along with across it, but it'll do. Just the occational flashes of weapon fire.
   
Which actually works in his favor. It ruins their vision between the snap pops into the pitch, but his eyes are shielded behind the white lenses.
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Which actually works in his favor. It ruins their vision between the snap pops into the pitch, but his eyes are shielded behind the white lenses.
   
On the otherside of the SUV, Batman ducks, rolls beneath the window and pushes his palm flat against the mussle of the rifle, reaching in with the other hand to grab the goon holding it by the scruff the neck and whip him out of the vehicle in a forward flip that leaves him smashing against the concrete.
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On the otherside of the SUV, Batman ducks, rolls beneath the window and pushes his palm flat against the mussle of the rifle, reaching in with the other hand to grab the goon holding it by the scruff the neck and whip him out of the vehicle in a forward flip that leaves him smashing against the concrete.
   
His foot snaps down into the man's chest, ducking down between each suppression fire on the van, knowing they wont aim too low as long as Carr is still outcold in the back.
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His foot snaps down into the man's chest, ducking down between each suppression fire on the van, knowing they wont aim too low as long as Carr is still outcold in the back.
   
One bullet still wings him across the chest, just between his armored arm and chest. It leaves a bloody wound, but nothing the Bat is going to let stop him.
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One bullet still wings him across the chest, just between his armored arm and chest. It leaves a bloody wound, but nothing the Bat is going to let stop him.
   
And now he's got support... even if it's unwelcomed support... of the spider variety.
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And now he's got support... even if it's unwelcomed support... of the spider variety.
   
One of the two goons who stepped out of the front is grabbed suddenly and pulled forward into headbutt aimmed at the bridge of his nose and a toss down towards the sidewalk.
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One of the two goons who stepped out of the front is grabbed suddenly and pulled forward into headbutt aimmed at the bridge of his nose and a toss down towards the sidewalk.
   
   
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Batman hears the doors popping open, dispite the intensity of the combat around the outside of the first SUV, and knows that could mean only one thing... A firing squad.
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Batman hears the doors popping open, dispite the intensity of the combat around the outside of the first SUV, and knows that could mean only one thing... A firing squad.
   
Something round is flung over the otherside of vehicular cover, something that sprouts little blades and stabs into the side of the second vehicle a few seconds before errupting in a BANG-FLASH!
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Something round is flung over the otherside of vehicular cover, something that sprouts little blades and stabs into the side of the second vehicle a few seconds before errupting in a BANG-FLASH!
   
It wont stop them... but it'll be enough. His arm wraps around the throat of one of the goons he was working over and a grapnel line is fired up above himself, quickly pulling the pair upwards into the increasing darkness amidst saturating firearm flashes and increasing darkness along the side of the street.
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It wont stop them... but it'll be enough. His arm wraps around the throat of one of the goons he was working over and a grapnel line is fired up above himself, quickly pulling the pair upwards into the increasing darkness amidst saturating firearm flashes and increasing darkness along the side of the street.
   
Attacking armed men is suicidal.
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Attacking armed men is suicidal.
   
He'll find them.
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He'll find them.
   
   
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Batman leaves the goon to hang from the tensil line and drops back down onto the roof of the SUV in a low crouch. Tthe cape catches the air current with just enough space to break the fall without breaking his knees, then fans out around him spilling over the sides before he moves. Swinging down and into the back of the vehicle with a hand slamming down into Carr's chest and pulling him free of the vehicle with a growl.
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Batman leaves the goon to hang from the tensil line and drops back down onto the roof of the SUV in a low crouch. Tthe cape catches the air current with just enough space to break the fall without breaking his knees, then fans out around him spilling over the sides before he moves. Swinging down and into the back of the vehicle with a hand slamming down into Carr's chest and pulling him free of the vehicle with a growl.
   
He'd leave the man for the police, but with them over fighting to save the hostages from the blaze, it wouldn't be the smartest of choices.. Instead waiting for the few remaining cruisers to pull up and half throw, drop the formally escaped prisoner down on their hood.
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He'd leave the man for the police, but with them over fighting to save the hostages from the blaze, it wouldn't be the smartest of choices.. Instead waiting for the few remaining cruisers to pull up and half throw, drop the formally escaped prisoner down on their hood.
   
Sure, they level guns at him, sure they shout things like 'Freeze'... but he doesn't. And let's be entirely realistic, would you want to shoot at Batman and miss? Or just not kill him?
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Sure, they level guns at him, sure they shout things like 'Freeze'... but he doesn't. And let's be entirely realistic, would you want to shoot at Batman and miss? Or just not kill him?
   
Neither do they.
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Neither do they.
   
His head turns, glancing up at the window above him where he traced one of the phonecalls and matches stares with the woman standing in her office.
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His head turns, glancing up at the window above him where he traced one of the phonecalls and matches stares with the woman standing in her office.
   
Then turns towards the 'whooshing' sound of the Batmobile as it screeches to a stop infront of the bullet riddled vans...
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Then turns towards the 'whooshing' sound of the Batmobile as it screeches to a stop infront of the bullet riddled vans...
   
Over the side, into the seat, without speaking too and /certainly/ without thanking the two who came to help him..
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Over the side, into the seat, without speaking too and /certainly/ without thanking the two who came to help him..
   
   
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Janet stares down, shouting into the phone as Batman pulls Carr out of the vehicle: "He's alive! He's moving, but Batman's got him; he's..."
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Janet stares down, shouting into the phone as Batman pulls Carr out of the vehicle: "He's alive! He's moving, but Batman's got him; he's..."
   
And then Carr gets tossed on the hood of a cruiser and Janet's voice goes dead quiet. Her jaw clenches when she looks back down at the Bat, the lights from below -- street lamps, the red and blues -- reflecting from the lenses in her glasses. Her lips purse very slightly. She nods, incrementally.
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And then Carr gets tossed on the hood of a cruiser and Janet's voice goes dead quiet. Her jaw clenches when she looks back down at the Bat, the lights from below -- street lamps, the red and blues -- reflecting from the lenses in her glasses. Her lips purse very slightly. She nods, incrementally.
   
"He tossed the guppy back," she says softly. "Carr's in custody. Carr's in custody." And then she ends the call on her phone, her lips thinning as she watches the Batmobile screech away.
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"He tossed the guppy back," she says softly. "Carr's in custody. Carr's in custody." And then she ends the call on her phone, her lips thinning as she watches the Batmobile screech away.
   
 
How much of this, she wonders, is she going to be asked to deny?
 
How much of this, she wonders, is she going to be asked to deny?
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