Monday

Upon hearing Neil Gaiman is going to write Batman...

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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