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「金森赤レンガ倉庫」
Omokazi 的 函館 その2
 長谷川ストアー、ラッキーピエロも近くにあって、お土産はとりあえずここで…。の「金森赤レンガ倉庫」です。
2017年7月

“金森赤レンガ倉庫”
Omokazi Hakodate Part 2
"Hasegawa store” and “Lucky Pierrot” are also nearby, we can buy souvenir here.
July 2017

Laws Of Bygones

My ten minutes break from real life and STH fics, so you get another quick fic. For @lavengadoraaa who is as mad about Mafia AUs as I am about h/c. This one has reincarnation + mobs + soulmate AU because that’s the trifecta.
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The tragedy about mobs was that their stories always began with somebody’s funeral or wedding. Happy would say that they were the same, but Happy was working with his ex-wife who had asked his boss to kill him in grief; his opinion didn’t exactly sound unbiased. The tragedy remained, therefore, in Tony’s eyes that a mob’s story always began with a gathering that had bad music and worse food.

If Tony were to write the story, it would begin with a bad idea. And an explosion, though both went hand in hand when it came to him. Anyway, it would always begin with somebody saying they didn’t have a choice before doing something stupid.

“Rhodey shot Wilson,” Pepper announced as she walked into his office, her heels sinking into the scarlet carpet, “He says he had no choice.”

Like that.

“Any good news?” Tony leaned back on his high chair and looked up from his monthly report of the warehouses they were monitoring.

“Wilson survived,” Pepper said and sank into the dark chair opposite to Tony, toeing off her heels and shooting Tony a wry look.

The good stories began with bad decisions, Tony mentally corrected himself, but the great ones began with bad decisions that led to worse consequences. Like an officer surviving a bullet from a mobster.

“Any witnesses?”

“It’s Rhodey,” Pepper raised an eyebrow and Tony nodded in acceptance.

“Fair enough, no witnesses then,” he commented, stretching his arms and linking his hands behind his head, “What’s the problem then?”

“Rogers is the one on the case now,” Pepper said with a pinched look and a cutting glance, “And he’s pissed.”

“He’s been pissed since he got into that uniform,” Tony snorted, “Shouldn’t have made it two sizes smaller.”

“Tony”

“Pepper,” Tony returned her tone before sighing, “Why do you nag me about things you can handle with one hand tied? You’ve handled Rogers before. You can do it again.”

“No, you’ve handled him before,” Pepper corrected him with an amused grin, “I’ve handled your mess and clean-up. Which I hope I never have to do again”.

“It’s good to hope, Potts. The world runs on hope,” Tony grinned and tilted his head to observe her, “Really, Pepper. What’s the problem here? So Rogers is on the case. Do the usual. Pull Rhodey in, put either Viz or Happy out as bait, and throw in a bone of either Hammer or Vanko’s latest news for Rogers to catch. You know the drill. You created the drill.”

“It’s not that simple this time”

“Why not?“

“Hammer threw out a bone against us,” Pepper took a breath and held Tony’s gaze, “Tony, he leaked Spider-Man’s identity.”

Tony heard the whirring of a drill somewhere downstairs, the faint strains of Equinox from the jazz bar next door, and the soft chime of a customer entering the salon above them. He heard them all but only through the rush in his ears. 

 Mob stories were great and made good legends. But Tony would never write one at the cost of a kid’s life.

“Fix the set-up,” he said in the tone that only came out when he dealt with death and monsters above it, “It’s time to distract Officer Rogers through a meeting with a bigger bone.” 

 Pepper, like she always did, simply picked out her phone and prepared for the worst.

 -x-x- 

 Steve turned off the radio when he reached the defunct warehouse 12 on Carter Street. Radiohead’s Optimistic dwindled into silence as he looked out his window and considered the place.

To an untrained eye it would look like just another warehouse; abandoned, dormant, and quiet in its existence. Steve knew better though. He had seen a lot many good men walk into such warehouses and walk out on shoulders of their friends, in cold coffins. He had heard a lot many stories and lived a lot many tales of injuries and scars that came out of such warehouses. They weren’t always abandoned. 

They were a test of survival. 

“All units stay alert,” he whispered into his hidden comm and opened his car door to get out, “We can’t afford any mistakes." 

 His shoes crushed strewn pieces of glass and gravel as Steve walked to the door of the warehouse and eyed the red shutter button on its right end. He pressed on it but nothing happened. If Natasha’s intel were true, he was supposed to meet a whistleblower on the Iron Legion, the mob that had made the department look like headless chicken with every case they lost them in. Sam had come close to nabbing one of its members last week but had been shot in the shoulder for his efforts. Steve knew that it was unfair to be frustrated, but he wished Sam had seen the man’s face at the least. 

 The whistleblower he had come to meet today was an ex-employee of Stane Industries, the company that Iron Legion had destroyed to the ground a few months back. Natasha said that he had been personally hurt by the mob’s boss and had escaped by the skin of his teeth. It was understandable then why he had been hesitant to come out in the open. Steve just hoped that the man, Knight Natasha said his name was, could come through for them now. 

 Steve pressed the button once more and heard some noise from within the warehouse. He moved back and tensed up, one hand close to the gun on his hip. The shutter rattled in a minute before Steve saw it open up, the place dark inside.  

"Are you Steve Rogers?” a voice asked and Steve tried to find a form in the darkness. 

 "Yes, do you have some light?“ he asked, eyes still trained on the source of the voice. 

 "Uh, yeah, I think so, wait a minute,” the voice coughed and Steve heard a small swear before a sound of victory. There was a click of a lighter and Steve took a step forward as the fire of the lighter slowly brightened to reveal the face of a man. 

 "Hi" the man smiled awkwardly and looked around Steve’s shoulder, “Sorry, are you - you’re Steve Rogers, right?" 

 "Yes, and you are Mr. Knight?” Steve asked and the man nodded. His eyes seemed to be darting around Steve’s surroundings and Steve cleared his throat. 

“Do you want to go inside or…?" 

 "What? Oh! Sorry!” the man fumbled and moved inside, “Watch your step, there’s a bump I think, yeah sure, come in." 

 "There’s no light?” Steve asked, even as he moved inside, following Knight’s lighter. 

 "Oh, um, yeah, the fuse kinda went off,“ the man chuckled awkwardly, leading Steve inside, "You don’t always check warehouses before renting them, right? I mean, there’s no website or recommendations or anything for them. You just grab the first empty one you get." 

 "Right,” Steve said and looked around him, finding nothing really visible in clarity, “Do you think we could find something else to get some more light first?" 

 "Oh, uh, sure?” Knight turned around and looked at Steve, “Do you, um, have a flashlight or something?" 

 Steve nodded and reached into his pocket to grab the pocket flashlight, taking it out and switching it on. Knight brought up a hand and shielded his eyes when the light hit him directly. "Oh sorry, here, sorry,” Steve lowered his torch and Knight switched off his lighter, bringing his hand down to look up at Steve again. In the better and slightly brighter light, Steve caught a good look of the man and felt himself freeze. 

 The man had the most gorgeous pair of warm brown eyes and a jaw as sharp as a knife. He wore a pair of black rimmed glasses but they did nothing to hide the startling wonder of his eyes, large and expressive in every blink. Steve was never the kind of man to let his emotions loose during a job but there was something about the slight smile and twinkle in the eyes of this man that made his blood sing. Some pull in that face that hit Steve’s gut like a faded laugh. 

 "Hi, okay, now I see you,“ Knight smiled shyly, an awkward and soft tilt of his lips, and Steve had to squash a rising temptation to keep his eyes on those lips.

 "Yeah, I see you too,” Steve replied dumbly and pulled himself together when the man’s expression turned mildly confused, “So, Mr. Knight, I’m glad that I finally found you. Do you have something good for me?" 

 "I don’t know about good,” Knight huffed ruefully and shrugged, “But whatever I’ve got, I’ll give it to you.” Steve was sure that it wasn’t intended to sound flirtatious but he still had to will his interest down before nodding. 

“I’m all ears" 

 "Oh, um, I just start talking?” Knight blinked at Steve and Steve shrugged.  

“Sure" 

 "Okay,” the man cleared his throat before looking back at Steve seriously, “I met Iron Man, the boss of Iron Legion, when I was working with SI. He, uh, he had some problems with my boss and I guess decided one day that he was going to settle it once and for all." 

 "The reactor blast,” Steve chimed in and Knight nodded jerkily. 

 "Yeah, that,“ he took a stuttering breath, "Stane told his employees to leave him alone in the research basement and asked just a few of us engineers to help him work on one of our oldest projects, the Arc Reactor. One of us, Doctor Yinsen, said that we couldn’t weaponize the reactor’s energy since it went against the oldest policy set by Mr. Stark -" 

 "Anthony Stark? I thought he was dead in that jet crash over Afghanistan?,” Steve frowned and Knight laughed humourlessly. 

 "Oh he died alright,“ he shook his head ,"but not before sending an announcement through his PA, Ms. Virginia, that the arc reactor project’s weapons section would be shut down. Virginia spoke about it to Stane but…I guess they had some altercation. Anyway, Virginia was fired the same day and Stane never made the announcement public." 

 "But Yinsen knew about it,” Steve surmised, now engrossed in the story. 

 "Yes, he had been close to Stark and he knew about it,“ Knight sounded sadly fond when he spoke before his voice grew bitter, "He told Stane that he was going against the policy set by Stark but Stane was adamant. He fired Yinsen and then dragged him out of the basement when the man wouldn’t leave. We all…well, we never saw Yinsen again, so I assume Stane threw him out for good.”

 "How did Iron Man know about this?“ 

 "I’m not sure,” Knight shook his head, “We were working on the reactor and transferring its energy into a miniaturized core Stane had arranged when Stane got a call and he took it.” Knight took a deep breath and looked Steve in the eye. “Stane looked like he’d heard a ghost, Mr. Rogers,” he said in a hushed voice, “Nobody had ever seen Obadiah Stane lose control but that day he almost did. He said just two words before rushing out of there like a bat out of hell." 

 "What were the words?” Steve asked and Knight’s mouth twisted. 

 "Iron Man" he said and ran a hand over his face, “I didn’t see anything else till the ceiling broke and Stane fell into the reactor, burning to a crisp. But as we all ran from there, I stumbled on the miniaturized core and before I could do anything with it, I felt someone hold my shoulder." 

 "That day I looked into the eyes of Iron Man, Mr. Rogers,” Knight said in a haunted voice, “I see those eyes in my nightmares every night. Those lifeless, piercing blue eyes. They had no soul. No emotion in them. It was like staring into a dead man’s face. Cold. Robotic.”  

“And you can identify him?” Steve pressed on. 

 "In my sleep,“ Knight said confidently. "I remember him like I remember my own face." 

 "That’s good,” Steve declared and reached down into his pocket to bring out the declaration form he had brought with him, “I’m really glad that you finally decided to come out, Mr. Knight. This will help us more than you could know." 

 "Of course,” Knight smiled a bit before eyeing Steve curiously, “May I ask a question though?" 

 "Sure" 

 "Why do you want to catch Iron Man so much?" 

 "Sorry?" 

 "I mean,” Knight shrugged a bit, “apart from him being a mob boss and such, why do you want to catch him? What do you see wrong in him?" 

 "Everything,” Steve answered as he found the form and brought it out, “He’s a threat." 

 "To what?" 

 "Freedom,” Steve replied and shook the paper open, offering it to Knight, “Iron Man and his gang are a threat to the freedom of people. They’re selfish, uncaring about those who fight for the good, and unworthy of their power." 

 "Really?” Knight asked as he read through the form, “And who decides that?”

 "Decides what?“ 

 "The part about them being a threat to freedom,” Knight began pacing as he read the form with a small frown, “You said they’re a threat to the freedom of people, right? Which people? The ones who threaten the freedom and lives of others or those who are threatened every day? And why are they selfish or unworthy of their power?" 

 "Because they break the law at their whims,” Steve frowned, suspicious at the turn of the conversation. 

 "The law?“ Knight stilled and laughed lightly, "You think that the law is worthy, Officer Rogers? That wearing a blue uniform makes people right while wearing a suit makes someone wrong? The law shoots those who hold a gun, Officer. Is that still right if the one holding the gun was just someone trying to save his family from a seemingly weaponless man with power? The law questions based on things they see, but do they ask the real questions about what they saw? You speak about freedom, but you don’t tell me who’s freedom you protect." 

 "Mr. Knight…" 

 "Iron Man doesn’t ride in cars with sirens, Rogers,” Knight smirked sharply, eyes glinting, “and his team doesn’t wear medals of honour to parade. And yet, he managed to stop a war monger while the law seeks to protect men like Stane.”

 "Who are you?“ Steve asked and pulled out his gun, training it on the man in front of him.

 "The one you’ve been looking for,” the man grinned and in one swoop, came closer to whisper, “And the one you’ll never stop chasing." 

 Steve was about to pull the trigger when the man whistled and Steve realized quite late that he had been lured into the warehouse on purpose. An explosion from behind him, pushed Steve forward and made him lose his balance. The other man moved away but not before Steve’s outstretched hand caught hold of his hip and ripped the shirt when he fell. He tried clutching at the waist of the man but the flashlight had been knocked out and Steve was stumbling into the ground. He heard a gasp though and felt his own hands burn when the man slipped through his fingers. 

 "What…" 

 "Run!” a new voice yelled, before Steve could get up and run behind the source of the sound

“Run!" 

 "Not without you!” strong fingers clutched at the sides of his face and a warm but bloody mouth pressed against his lips ,“Not without you, beloved!" 

 "Please -" 

 "Live or die, we do it together, my heart,” another kiss was pressed into his mouth and he felt the heartbeat of his dearest in that second. 

 "Together,“ he whispered even as they heard the yells of the soldiers geowing louder behind them

Steve heard the sounds of barrels falling and snapped out of the strange flash of a weird haze. 

 "Odinson! We’ve got runners!” he yelled into his comm and scrambled to his feet, feeling shakier than a normal fall should warrant. 

 As he chased out of the warehouse, into an empty lot, Steve felt a mixture of remembered sorrow and regret meld with a present fury and betrayal. His palm tingled as he tried to block out the memory of a bloody kiss and the sight of warm brown eyes. 

 He had failed. Steve didn’t know why he felt like it wasn’t the first time.

anonymous asked:

I just thought about what if Jason accidentally fakes his death? Like the batfam thought his still in a warehouse or something when it blew, and his comms destroyed so they can't call him, and he just went to a safe house after to sleep and like he doesn't know until a few weeks later when he shows up at the manor to meet up with Alfred for tea.

would it be better or worse if he wasn’t even really getting along with the rest of the family at that point? either way you play it, jason has a bunch of redundancies for his safe houses, and he was trained just as well as any of them. there has to be at least one or two he’s managed to keep secret from the rest of the bats. 

jay doesn’t really make a habit of carrying explosives in his helmet anymore; that was really more of a one-off when he first came back to gotham. since then, he generally just carries more explosives with him to make up for it. because of that, and because he’s usually fighting standard-grade humans, it’s not all that likely that he tosses his helmet aside in the middle of a fight.

a warehouse blows. red hood was in it, they know that (it all but had “This Is A Trap For Red Hood” written all over it), and when searching it, the bats find the badly burnt remnants of hood’s shattered helmet. no body, but –

it’s easy to assume the worst. it’s already happened once, after all. they hold on to hope for a week, but they haven’t been able to find any sign of jason. he can’t be raised on his comms, he hasn’t been in any of the safe houses that they know of, oracle couldn’t find any sign of him on cameras. 

no sign of him in a hospital or even leslie’s clinic, no body matching his description in the morgue. (that last doesn’t mean anything. no body at the warehouse, but someone had set the trap – they could have easily dumped it somewhere else.)

there’s no sign of him, living or dead, anywhere in the city so far as they can tell.

red hood’s been throwing himself into ever-escalating fights since he came back to gotham, and finally they have to assume that this time, his luck didn’t hold long enough for him to get out. 

the family sinks into some kind of shock. it’s impossible to believe that they lost him again.

it’s not something that can even be explained to the public. how do you explain that you’re in fresh mourning for a son and brother that was declared dead over half a decade ago? 

then again, all the bats are good at hiding how they feel. 

they mourn quietly, but they mourn.

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Roots

Someone was asking about fights that Gavin starts and Michael finishes.  I don’t know if this quite fits the bill, but it’s maybe close?  Set in some hypothetical very early days of the FAHC.  It might read better on [AO3].  A vague sequel to Undercurrent.


What did “really going to shit” mean to someone like Gavin?  Michael glanced at the man in question, who was fiddling with an absurdly gold pistol that matched the absurdly gold glasses.  Jesus.  What was with the douchey gold schtick, anyway?

“What’s with the douchey gold schtick, anyway?” he demanded.

Gavin flashed his teeth at Michael in a grin.  “Optics,” he replied sunnily, and turned to lope towards the warehouse doors.  Michael stared after his retreating back, then followed with a huff.  


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August 14, 2017
- Basically spent the whole day and night in Yokohama playing Pokemon GO like everyone else in the city. Intermittent light rain throughout the day.
- Everything was also tied to the Pikachu Breakout event, so Pikachu was everywhere
- Pokemon GO Park set up near the Cup Noodles Museum and the Red Brick warehouses. They along with the Minato Mirai area were prime places to play Pokemon GO.
- Tempura and sashimi set for lunch at the World Porters mall
- Katsudon set for dinner at the Landmark Plaza mall
- On the way back from Sakuragicho station to Akihabara, I found an unmanned ticket gate so had to find another to show my JR pass.

Live A Life Without - fic

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jon Kent, Conner Kent
Summary: Jon and Damian are going to die, they think. But not if their older brothers can help it.
A/N: I just have a lot of Conner and Jon, and Tim and Damian feels. This file on my comp is literally titled garbage. I like the headcanon that Kon doesn’t like Jon at first, so that’s an ideal here, as you learn quick. I just want more bro-fics with these four dammit, and of Kon and Tim being ultra protective of the babes.

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Yokohama trip - BSD comparisons

@hyakuraii and I just came back from Tokyo, in which one of the days included a trip to Yokohama. Of course, being a hardcore BSD fan, I had to go to the Animate there (thanks @yeouya for the heads-up!!) and visit as many places as shown in the Bungou Stray Dogs anime as possible!

As part of @dazaiscans (you’re welcome for the constant Snapchat updates guys) of course I had to go ^-^


!!! LONG POST AHEAD BUT WORTH IT IF YOU LOVE BUNGOU STRAY DOGS !!!



Fortunately for us, it seemed that Atsushi and Kyouka stuck around the same area so we kept coming across the landmarks shown in the anime one after the other.


Yokohama Chinatown

Yokohama’s Chinatown, or known as chuukagai while we were looking for it in the JR station, is one of the largest Chinatowns in Asia so I guess it was no surprise that Atsushi took Kyouka there. The shops around the gate shown in the anime aren’t exactly like the ones in real life, but the representation of the gate itself was pretty damn accurate.


Yokohama Customs Headquarters

We came across this building right as we left the Zou-no-Hana park (more on that later…) and I almost didn’t even recognise it because it was getting dark and cloudy already.


Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse

Good job Atsushi, the one place you could recognise! Literally right across the Zou-no-Hana park and the Yokohama Customs Headquarters. It was pretty hard to miss.


Landmark Tower

This only appeared for a couple of seconds, the building on the very left of this scene, but we found it near the Cosmo Clock 21 ferris wheel, which incidentally is exactly where Kyouka and Atsushi go afterwards. This building was a bit further along the Minato Mirai.


Cosmo Clock 21

The ferris wheel! And the amusement park. I found it funny that Atsushi was worrying about the price of buying Kyouka a crepe earlier when the adult fee (aged 13 and above, so Kyouka counted as an adult too) for going on the ferris wheel was 800yen per person. Atsushi, my wallet hurt more than yours did @_@

We couldn’t get the exact views as shown in the anime because it was very cloudy and rainy (we chose a very bad day to go ;-;) but this is the closest we could get.

You can see the bridge in the distance and that long green stretch of land that’s the ship terminal.


Because of the rainy weather and our insistence on walking everywhere instead of taking the train, we weren’t able to visit all the places that Kyouka and Atsushi went to. The night view was a lot better though.

The ones we missed were the Yokohama Port Opening Memorial Hall, the Kanagawa Prefectural Museum of Cultural History, and the Yokohama Stadium. Also didn’t get any crepes next to the Red Brick Warehouses :(


Bonus:

Zou-no-Hana terrace

I nearly cried here.

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I Knew You Liked Me


You make your way down into the Batcave in order to present your leads on the Joker’s whereabouts to Batman. This will surely gain you more respect from him, he will see that you are capable of working alone and that you are hard working. It’s hard to stand out when there’s more than one partner. You have always had some pretty big shoes to fill when you stepped in as Robin but that didn’t stop you from being the best Robin you can be. 

To your surprise, you find that Batman is not alone in the cave. He is discussing some business with Red Robin and Red Hood. You make your way over, wanting to know what they are doing here, especially Red Hood. The two of you have a complicated relationship, one minute you act like best friends the next you can’t stand one another. Mostly because the two of you are too proud and your personalities sometimes clash. 

“Batman, I have some information regarding the Joker’s whereabouts, I did some digging of my own.” You hold out your hand, presenting him with a flash drive with all the information you have collected. 

“You’re too late, we bet you to it.” Jason stands there with his arms folded and no doubt a smug look on his face under that helmet of his. 

“You mean Tim beat me to it.” You glare at Jason. You have only been around him for a couple of seconds and he is already testing your patience. 

“Nice to see you too.” Jason continues to taunt you. 

“That’s enough.” Batman silences you both with just two words. It’s the sternness of his voice that does it. “I appreciate the effort, Robin. I don’t doubt your capabilities, it’s just Tim and Jason got here before you. Perhaps next time.” He puts his hand on your shoulder and you nod in understanding. 

“Does that mean I’m not on the mission?” You sound disheartened and for a minute Jason actually feels kind of bad for stealing your thunder. 

“There is always a mission for people like us.” Batman gives you a smile of encouragement. “You’re coming with me to search the warehouses near the docks. Red Robin and Red Hood will search the old Ace Chemicals building. Those are the locations we have so far unless you found somewhere else?” He quickly gives out the orders whilst asking if you have any more information that may be of use. 

“I got a lead in Bludhaven. I already notified Nightwing with the locations, Batgirl is en route to provide help.” You inform your mentor. 

“Good work, Robin.” He says proudly. 

It’s not often that you receive compliments from him so you take what you get. Hearing those words always build your confidence up, something you lacked before you became Robin. He tells you to grab what you need before it is time to leave the cave. As you get what you need, Jason comes up from behind. 

“What is it?” You let out a sigh, wondering what he could possibly want. He probably wants to annoy you even further as always. There’s only so much you can take before you decide to kick his ass. 

“I just wanted to say you did good, for a rookie.” Jason tries to be sincere but it isn’t well received.  

“I’m not a rookie!” You get defensive and raise your voice. 

Jason holds his hands up in front of him. “I was just trying to be nice, jeez.” He attempts to justify his actions. 

“Perhaps next time you should re-evaluate your word choice, Todd.” You bump your shoulder against his as you push passed him. 

Jason stands there smirking, even though no one can see him doing so. He likes the fact that you won’t tolerate his bullshit and challenge him. That’s exactly the type of person he needs to be around to keep him in check. He also finds it rather attractive about you. Despite his feelings towards you, he is just too proud to admit it so until the right time arises he will keep it to himself. 

“You have no idea how to talk to a girl right, do you?” Tim shakes his head at him in a judging way. 

“She might act like she hates me but I know she loves me really,” Jason speaks confidently as he gets on his motorcycle. 

“You’re so full of yourself.” Tim scoffs at him before getting on his bike. 

The doors to the cave open up, Jason and Tim zoom past the batmobile on their motorcycles while you sit in the passenger seat of the batmobile with Batman. He can’t help but notice the scowl on your face, knowing the exact cause of your expression. Young love is a strange thing, especially to someone his age. It is clear that you and Jason have something between you. The two of you may think that no one notices the way you look at each other or how your eyes light up at the mention of the other’s name. If that’s not love then Bruce doesn’t know what is. Maybe someday the two of you will be brave enough to say it. 

“Ready to go, Robin?” Batman turns his head to face you. 

“Ready as always, Batman.” You reply to him just managing a smile which is good enough for him. With that he gets the engine started and the batmobile speeds out of the cave in the blink of an eye. 

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