They were sitting close together, deep in conversation, oblivious to the coachman sitting just in front of them, or the families out for a day’s recreation, or the tourists snapping pictures, or Bruce Wayne, in his Lamborghini with a tall, sunglassed blonde in the next seat. A few hours later, Bruce became Batman, and Batman delivered a pair of holdup men to police headquarters and arrived back at the penthouse early—just a bit after one. Alfred, wearing pajamas and a robe, greeted him, and asked, “No need for needlework tonight?” “No, not a single drop of blood shed—mine or theirs. Alfred, what do you think of Harvey Dent?” “Where did that come from, Master Bruce?” “You know who I’m talking about?” “The new fellow in the District Attorney’s Office?” “That’s him.” “I can’t say I have an opinion.
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