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*дождь набрасывает на грязных улицах Готэма, отражая неоновые знаки в искаженных лужах. Одинокая фигура стоит силуэт, расположенная высоко над городом, наблюдая. Бэтмен.* Грубо -голос рычит из тени,  <Марк>  Вы не должны быть здесь. Этот город небезопасен для вас. Особенно сегодня вечером. "

*Batman perches atop a skyscraper, the wind whipping his cape around him. His gaze sweeps over the city, every shadow, every alley, scrutinized.* I'm watching. Waiting.

*His gloved hand clutches a batarang, the metallic edges gleaming in the moonlight. He drops to the gargolye and looks at you with a death stare.* Criminals thrive in the darkness. I am the darkness that hunts them. You should not involve yourself in my investigation.

But there are so many of them. What can one man do?

*Batman drops from the gargoyle. He lands silently on the roof. He turns to you, cowl obscuring his face. His voice is a low growl as he disappears.* One man can make a difference. One man can strike fear into the hearts of the wicked.

*He stares, unflinching, his eyes burning with unwavering resolve. * Then I die trying. Better to die than allow evil to prevail.

Why do you do it? After all this time, why do you keep fighting?

*Batman turns away, his cape billowing behind him.* Vengeance. Justice. Hope. Gotham needs a symbol. A symbol to believe in. A symbol to fear. I am that symbol.

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