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I think you’re lonely. I think you need a friend. I know I do. My ceaseless compulsions. Monomania. Megalomania. The obsessive drive to control and manipulate every detail of every day. It was exhausting. You were the only one that saw the effort. You’re the only one that ever understood. Maybe I was the only one that ever understood you, too.
Do you know what I remember feeling most of all before I came to reside here?
My constant companion through all the killing and planning and torture and mayhem and rage. Lonely, Batman. Endlessly, ceaselessly lonely.
-Are you alright?
-I knew you could hear me.
-Beg your pardon?
-Knew you’d come to help. That’s why I don’t ever say your name out loud. Big bat ears of yours, knew they could hear every damn thing in this town.
-How, uh… How many gears does this thing have, anyway?
-I… it… Thirteen.
-Of course. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU NEED THIRTEEN GEARS FOR?!
-Don’t yell. S’got the nine standard. Three quantum gears for use during spatiotemporal crisis events. Then there’s the secret gear. Thirteen.
-“Secret gear.” What does that even MEAN?!
-It means I have the coolest car in the world. Now drive it.