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Heroes UnitedBatman: Thomas and Martha Wayne had always wanted a son, and yearned desperately for the day when their efforts would prove fruitful, and they would finally have a baby boy of their own. Their lives changed - for the better - when a rocket-ship, hurtling from the doomed planet Krypton, crashed near their home.Heroes United
Going to the scene of the crash, they followed the trail of the rocket underground, into a cave below the foundation of their mansion. Within the ship, they found a small baby, cloaked in black cloth bearing a strange symbol. They adopted the child, naming him Bruce, and raising him as their own.
Bruce wa


Into the WoodsMiranda knew three things in life were an utter certainty. That she was never to speak to the old man down the road, whom the whole village never spoke a word to. That she was never to eat the apples that grew in the orchard near the stream. And that she was never to go into the woods at night.Into the Woods
Growing up in her simple town, she and her family wanted for little, save happiness and a bountiful harvest, and the knowledge that she loved her family and that they loved her. It was a time of utter simplicity anger and unhappiness were as foreign to them as the creeping frost to their summer fields.
It was not until


The Speech I open the car-door and hear the overpowering roar of the crowd that awaits me; people gathered here to see me speak, and to hear my voice ring out across a nation. Fifteen steps measure the distance between my feet and eternity - between my life as it is now, and the insanity that will rise from my life afterward.The Speech
I breathe deep the swirling smell of the people's hope and optimism, and feel a little worried that maybe - just maybe - I won't live up to this world's expectations of me. That maybe the disappointment of seeing the man in which all of their hopes are invested as a human being would be more tha


Dear MaryDear Mary,Dear Mary
I am writing to you on the eve of a great and glorious event, one of such magnitude I don't know as such that I'll survive it. Tomorrow, my fellows and I journey up to Paradise Square to settle things with the Dead Rabbits, once and for all.
You ain't gotta worry, however, I've yet to meet an Irishman what can meet me in combat and live. I'm holding onto the ribbon you gave me last time I saw you, and our life together will be all the sweeter once we've taken care of those backward Rabbits.
Tall John Waterman and Abraham Small are with us tomorrow, and each
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"Thank you for being this morning's farmer."
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My compass works....fine
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My compass works....fine
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