A dark, lone figure stood on a crumbling Gotham rooftop, his black cape whipping out behind him. There was a blue and red streak in the night sky and then another figure approached.
The second one landed on the rooftop, greeting his friend.
“Batzarro! Me not look anywhere for you!”
“Bizarro! Me not miss you, ex-partner. Don’t tell me
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