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... ay attention to Nightwing's questioning.
He was standing on the rooftop of a tall building, the rain beating against his cape, creating a crescendo like that of a symphony. And the agile black figure he had locked in his sights was nimbly weaving between buildings, her black bodysuit blinking with faint gleams in the rain.
"Catwoman, stop!" Batman's deep voice came through the veil of rain, carrying an undeniable authority.
Catwoman glanced back at him, the corners of her ...
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