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cremainsI dreamt I was a ward living with Batman. I was playing on the street with the Peanuts characters and finally as evening came, went inside. I found Robin sitting on the floor with his back to me, but when I came in, he fled tearfully from the room, revealing a newspaper headline: "BATMAN DEAD"
I was shocked and ran into the living room, where I slid against the wall to the floor and tried to tear my shirt, but the material was too strong and I burst into tears. H. came by with a little pair of scissors and started the tear for me, and then I was able to rip the right amount.
Then my dad came in and started throwing away all these drawings I'd made of Batman, the Joker, and even the beloved Bat-Turnip. I tried to tell him they were even more valuable now that Batman was dead but he just threw them in the garbage.
I was shocked and ran into the living room, where I slid against the wall to the floor and tried to tear my shirt, but the material was too strong and I burst into tears. H. came by with a little pair of scissors and started the tear for me, and then I was able to rip the right amount.
Then my dad came in and started throwing away all these drawings I'd made of Batman, the Joker, and even the beloved Bat-Turnip. I tried to tell him they were even more valuable now that Batman was dead but he just threw them in the garbage.
