Illumination
on Gotham's desolation.
Hope is projected.
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How does it work?
Clever and unique entry for the challenge. Best of luck!
As someone who loves Batman, I loved this. I loved the outlook, and I really enjoyed how you worded this. Great job!
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Clever and unique entry for the challenge. Best of luck!
As someone who loves Batman, I loved this. I loved the outlook, and I really enjoyed how you worded this. Great job!