what kinda pretentious crap will gaiman inject into the batcave? "Jason Todd's costume mocks me silently from its glass display case while I weep at its foundation. Its colors mirror my emotions. Red like my anger at not having saved him. Green like my envy that he died instead of me. A beetle slowly crawls over my boot. What is thy fate, o beetle? Must you, like all the others, desecrate my home and leave me a broken shell? Oh yes, I weep. But not for myself; for the fragile world which I have created. I have deceived those who come to worship at its altar."
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