DarkKnightJRK
Avenger
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I fly towards Gotham Harbor. Along the way, I notice something...green? I look down...Guy. He's wounded. Half of me wants to just ignore him and hope that he might finally be out of my misery, but, we'll probably need the bastard at some point for some reason.
I start to fly down to him when I notice...a green being. Isn't that from one of the Star Trek shows? Which is that? ...Geordi? No, different show. Kirk? No. Spock? No. ...Bones. That's it. Nice deduction, detective.
By the time I get there, he's patched up and throwing away the hidious jacket of his. Just get rid of the bowel--I mean, BOWL--haircut and he might look respectable.
"What's the situation?"
I start to fly down to him when I notice...a green being. Isn't that from one of the Star Trek shows? Which is that? ...Geordi? No, different show. Kirk? No. Spock? No. ...Bones. That's it. Nice deduction, detective.
By the time I get there, he's patched up and throwing away the hidious jacket of his. Just get rid of the bowel--I mean, BOWL--haircut and he might look respectable.
"What's the situation?"