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   { â } â SUNSET lovingly caressed the landscape of Gotham in warm hues â slowly coaxing its departure and inheritance into the chilling palms of the evening; the more anarchic sibling. One that welcomed unease, frightfulness and CRIME, but wasnât without its own form of endearment for humanity. It was also an assistant to the Batman, a trusted ally that never betrayed. Another exhausting day trifled in meetings demanded by Wayne Enterprises, left a lethargic exhale, and slumping shoulders to indicate the CEOâs weary state.
Apparel already swapped for more comfortable attire, appearing relatively casual within the manor, quietude was a GIFT in disguise. Absent of clambering reporters attempting to unveil a scoop, or business that required his attention. â So Bruce Wayne THOUGHT. An earpiece tracking transmissions through various stations, upon being placed to his ear, orbited in panicked claims. Of recognition towards one of Gothamâs rogues acting PECULIAR, but more than he regularly was. Joker was always unpredictable, and newfound information didnât appear that outlandish. But, he wasnât taking chances. Mimicking his sigh from before, Bruce passed his familyâs butler on the way to his hideout.
 â Alfred, tell Damian Iâll have to postpone taking him out, to tomorrow instead. I have to deal with this. â GUILT unknowingly to the man, tinged the end of his request, aware of the inevitable disappointment that came from broken expectations. Without further ado, traversing the room that guarded the entryway, Bruce stood within the elevator behind hidden mechanisms and descended into the Batcave.