The Roman's Birthday 

Harvey Dent was rushed to hospital, bandages wrapped around his face and drugs pumped into his system to ease the pain. He couldn't feel, couldn't hear, bu he could see. The TV in front of him, talking about the incidents while non stop theorising that Dent himself was the Holiday killer. Sal Maroni had been taken in custody, to a hidden location where only two people in Gotham knew where he was. Harvey looked to the side, he could see them. His wife, Jim, Montoya, officers all talking. And as Harvey gathered his thoughts, the voice cut across every other thought. 

'Idiots, they think it's you' 

"Who? Are you?" Harvey asked looking around, due to the acid burns. His own voice had become raspy and low, almost identical to the voice in his head. 

'You know who I am' 

"No I" Harvey lay his head down, his burnt eye going bloodshot. 

'You sound tired, why not let take the wheel' 

Harvey's left hand raised slightly, it was bandaged up as well. As it too was burnt from when he held his face. "I don't know what's happening" Harvey said confused, using his right normal hand, to grab his burnt left one. 

'I'm sorry, no one told you Harv'

"Told me what?' Harvey asked as two split minds soon covered and became one. Harvey and the voice then spoke out together, in unison. "You're dead" Harvey spoke out. 

Suddenly Harvey's phone began to ring, it was right next to his bed. "I have to take this" he spoke out, reaching over and grabbing the phone, placing it next to his ear. "Yeah?" the voice on the other end of the phone was threatening, yelling, they wanted to meet Dent. "Now?" he asked with the person on the other end responding. "No, it's the perfect time" minutes later, Harvey Dent used the window in his room to escape the hospital. To go and meet Carmine Falcone near the Gotham dam. 

Harvey had been picked up by a single car driven by two men. When they reached the Gotham dam that's Dent noticed no one else was here. As he stepped out, towards the centre of the damn, the two men also exited the car behind Dent. 

"Well, where is-" his phone began to ring, the caller being the unknown number once again. "Let me guess, you're not coming after all" Harvey said, trying to sound surprised. 

"Afraid not" Carmine answered back. 

"Yeah, you're not really one to get your hands dirty" Harvey scoffed, he could hear the two men reaching for guns. 

"You know nothing about me"

"I know you're a lier, a thief, a murderer" he listed, Harvey's voice getting angrier and more growl like as he went on. 

"A father" Carmine added, wanting revenge for what he thinks Dent did to Alberto. Dent turned around to face the men, their guns trained on him. 

"A coward" Dent shot back. 

"Good-bye Dent" Carmine said, hanging up the phone. But Harvey kept the phone next to his ear, as if he Carmine was still talking. 

"Uhhh Fine" Harvey said, growling at the end, holding out the phone for the men to take. "He wants to talk to you" he lied. One of the men nodded at another, urging him to take the phone. Just as the first man was about to grab the phone, Harvey dropped it, grabbing the mans arm and bringing him into a headlock. The second man open fired, but Harvey turned around, using the first man as a human shield letting him absorb the bullets. Using the gun the now corpse was holding, Harvey returned fire, managing to blast the gun out of the second mans hand, the running at him, tackling him off the side of the dam. Harvey held the man as they drifted down stream into the sewers, breaking the mans neck to shut him up. Harvey grunted, being thrown against the side, his bandages becoming damp and some drifting off of him. 

Falcone Tower

At the base of the tower Carla Falcone, sister of the Roman was dressed all nice for a party. Although she as frustrated, rapidly pressing the elevator call button. She looked up the lights, seeing it was at the top floor, and it was taking its sweet time getting to her. Carla looked out to the entrance, seeing all the cops that were still on guard causing her to scoff. Because as far as Carla Falcone was concerned, there was no danger. As far as she, and the rest of the Falcone family were concerned, Holiday was dead. 

At the top of the tower, the whole Falcone family was celebrating. Not only was Holiday dead, but it also the Romans birthday.  Many were in attendance, drinking, joking, laughing. Just then, Sofia came in, holding an exotic cake with many candles adorned on the top. She, and other party goers began to sing happy birthday in their native tongue of Italian. 

"Tanti auguri a te, tanti auguri a te, tanti auguri a Carmine, tanti auguri a te" everyone then cheered, with Sofia letting out a "Happy Birthday Papa" as Carmine looked like the happiest man in the world. 

"Here we go" Carmine shrugged, blowing out his candles, causing everyone to cheer once again. "What a wonderful night, thank you" he went on, taking a nearby glass of champagne from a nearby waiter. "This year has been a trying one, and while we have yet to fully dismantle, the vicious machine the law has set against us. You might day, we put a Dent in it" he joked, causing everyone in the room to begin laughing. "To Sofia Falcone, got brokering peace with Maroni. Mille grazie" he praised, revealing the mastermind behind the attack. She didn't suggest acid, she just needed to help Maroni get whatever weapon he wanted to use inside the court house. Carmine kissed his daughter on the cheek much to her embarrassment as everyone clapped. "And my beautiful sister Carla" Carmine added, raising his glass but looking around not seeing her anywhere. "Where is she? Carla?" he asked, as everyone else also began to look around. "Probably more TV interviews" Carmine joked causing more laughter. "Now, now" Carmine said causing everyone to go quiet. "Those interviews helped, I think she's got a future" suddenly the elevator dinged, and Carmine turned in hopes of greeting his sister. 

What Carmine and the crowed greeted instead, was a corpse. Carmine dropped his glass, screams erupted. Carla Falcone was dead, killed by Holiday. A party hat on his head and Holiday's gun in front of her corpse. 

In the Sewers

Harvey Dent sat down, half his bandages had peeled off and he was in constant pain. His suit was damp, and ruined. Rats squealed around him, all Harvey could do was play with his favourite coin. Harvey growled, but his own growling was across by louder growling. Dead rats were dropped in front of Harvey, as he a behemoth approaching him. 

"Solomon Grundy" the grey zombie introduced, pointing to himself with a thumb. "Born on a Monday" be breathed out. 

"Christened on a Tuesday, married on a Wednesday, ill on Thursday, worse on Friday. Died on Saturday, buried on Sunday" Harvey finished as Grundy munched on some rats. "That was the end" Harvey finished as Grundy swallowed. 

"Born on a Monday" Grundy growled, causing Harvey to stand up. 

Harvey pondered that wording, how it applied to him. The wording, the way he related to the tale of Solomon Grundy. "Reborn, resurrected" Harvey pondered. 

"On a Monday" Grundy went on. 

Harvey placed a hand on Grundy's shoulder, finding solace in this monster. "Is that what happened to yo? Did you die and come back?" he asked, Grundy shovelling more rats into his mouth. "Can a man live two lives?" Harvey questioned, turning around. 

"Born on a Monday" 

'Harvey' smiled, ripping apart his bandages, revealing his scarred and deformed self. "Born on a MONDAY!" this new man yelled in agreement. Harvey Dent, was dead and buried. But had been reborn, in a new life. He had become something, Gotham had changed him. He had now become;

Two Face

(Another amazing edit by ironboybooks)

Months Went By 

Labour Day

Crime was at an all time low, the Falcones were scared, and everyone was hunting for Harvey Dent. And in this time of peace, Y/N L/N had one thing to do. Confront his past, which had now become his future. 

Y/N made his way through the overgrown and unkempt gardens of Wayne Manor, feeling a mix of nostalgia and trepidation. It had been years since he had set foot on these grounds, and the memories that flooded his mind were both pleasant and painful.

As he reached the front door of the manor, he pulled out a set of keys and inserted one into the lock. With a creak, the door opened, revealing a dark and dusty interior. He stepped inside, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls.

"Hello?" he called out, his voice bouncing off the walls. There was no response. It seemed as though the manor had been abandoned for months now. He wasn't expecting anyone to be home, but he wanted to make sure. 

Y/N made his way through the dimly-lit rooms, his eyes scanning the dusty furniture and cobweb-covered chandeliers. It was strange to think that this had once been his childhood home, where he had lived with Bruce Wayne as his ward and later as his partner in crime-fighting. Memories of family dinners, playing with his brothers, putting up signs and newspapers 

As he approached the grandfather clock in the main hall, he remembered the secret entrance to the Batcave that lay beneath it. He pushed aside the clock's pendulum, revealing a hidden switch. With a click, the bookshelf beside it slid aside, revealing a narrow staircase leading down into the depths of the Batcave. 

Truth is, the Cave was never locked, there was no secret passcode. Y/N figured it out within a week of Bruce passing, but he could never bring himself to enter the Cave. There was just too many memories, too many ghosts. But now, not hearing from the voice since the Scarecrow incident. Y/N felt as if he was ready. 

Y/N took a deep breath and descended the stairs, his heart pounding with anticipation. He had spent countless hours in this underground lair, training and strategizing with Bruce. But now, it had been left untouched for months, almost a year, and he had no idea what he would find.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he flicked on a flashlight, illuminating the cavernous space. The Batcomputer sat in the center of the room, covered in a thick layer of dust. The various weapons and gadgets that lined the walls were coated in rust and neglect.

"Wow," he breathed, taking in the sight. "It's like a time capsule down here."

Suddenly, his flashlight beam caught something glinting in the corner of the room. He made his way over to investigate and found a locked safe tucked away behind a stack of old newspapers.

"Of course," he muttered, remembering Bruce's penchant for secrecy.

He pulled out his lock-picking kit and got to work, his fingers moving deftly over the tumblers. After a few tense moments, he heard a satisfying click, and the safe door swung open.

Inside, he found a collection of old case files, gadgets, and even an old Robin costume. He couldn't help but smile at the memories that flooded back. Y/N stepped closer to the Batcomputer, with it instantly powering up. All the information from the Belfry, all the case files, all the headlines was here. Y/N smiled, he places suit case next to the computer. He had work to do. Tonight, Y/N and Jim Gordon had a plan to lure out Harvey Dent. But Y/N needed to reshape himself, reforge if you will. 

He started by examining the various Batsuits that Bruce had created over the years, looking for inspiration and ideas. Y/N had always admired Bruce's attention to detail and the level of craftsmanship that went into each suit, and he was determined to bring the same level of dedication to his own creation. He looked to his own suit, the way it was damaged, the rough armour had not defined him well. 

Using his own Batsuit suit as a base, Y/N began to modify it to fit his new vision. He added a sleeker, more streamlined design to the suit, emphasizing mobility and agility over pure strength. He also incorporated his own personal touches, such as a red emblem on his chest, to make the suit truly his own.

As he worked, Y/N began to think about the kind of hero he wanted to be. He knew that he couldn't simply copy Bruce's methods and style; he needed to find his own path. So, he experimented with different materials and techniques, incorporating his acrobatic skills into the design of the suit.

Finally, after many long hours of work, Y/N stepped back to examine his creation. The suit was a work of art, perfectly crafted to fit his body and style. He knew that he would still have much to learn and improve upon as a crime fighter, but he also felt a sense of pride and accomplishment in this new phase of his life.

He placed the boots on, the metal wrapping around his feet and legs. The metal locked around his legs, tightening, it shined with the lights of the Batcave bearing down on the suit. 

Y/N chose a material that would be light weight, but still offer him plenty of protection against knifes and gunfire. His arms fit through the sleeves, the gauntlet talons popping out as they locked in place. He attached the utility belt, loaded with smoke pellets, hacking device, explosive gel, all the toys that Y/N wanted to use. 

Finally, the symbol, Y/N knew what this meant. The symbol for this suit was special, it was attached to the costume The metal of the symbol was unique, Y/N had taken great care when designing it. It was made out of a cowl, Bruce's first cowl. Y/N had melted it down, and forged it into something new. 

Even though Bruce was gone, he would still defend Y/N.

Finally, Y/N, The Batman, stepped out, allowing the moonlight to shine upon him. 

Y/N moved to the end of the cave, that's when he saw it. The Batmobile, in all its glory, it was on a platform. Lights powering up, showing the road it would take to exit the Cave. It lead through a waterfall, where rocks would open up for the car then close again. 

But Y/N knew this wasn't his style, at least not yet. So he called the Batcycle, it would be there in a few minutes. While he knew he would eventually use the car, but for now, he would use the bike. It had the speed, durability, and weapons that would suit him.  Tonight, Sal Maroni would be transferred out of Gotham. Only known to a select few, Batman would be watching over it. But before that, he wanted every piece of intel he could get. 

When Batman arrived at Arkham Asylum, his presence stirred much more commotion than usual. The thugs, the lunatics, cowered when the Bat passed their cell. This suit, it struck fear, it symbolised Batman in every way possible. Batman drew the attention of all he super villains currently locked up, Joker, Ivy, Scarecrow who Y/N gave a hefty beating to when they met again. The guards said that even Croc down below could smell Batman. But he wasn't here for them, Batman was here to see Calendar Man. 

"Thirty days hath September, but today's the day that troubles you the most" Julian Day said, sitting in a meditation like stance while gazing at his wall of dates.

"Where is he?" Batman asked, he wanted to see if Julian could predict where a Holiday themed villain would flee. He wants Sal's transfer to go smoothly, if he could get Harvey without drawing him out, it would work. 

"It's been months" Julian said coldly, standing up and placing a hand on the glass. "I've missed you". 

"The DA was attacked and maimed before vanishing from the hospital" Batman recapped to the killer. 

"Mmmm, he does that"

"Later that night, Carla Viti who'd publicly accused Dent of being Holiday was killed on her way to her brother's birthday party" Batman went on, causing Julian to hmmm in agreement. "I think" Batman began, he hated the fact he had to admit this. "I think she was right" Batman declared, almost sounding defeated. 

"Of course you do" Julian said, sounding almost amused by the Bat. "It seems everyone who comes after Dent, winds up dead" he added.  

"We need to find Harvey, before he kills again" Batman declared, his voice stern and demanding. "What do you know?"

"Gordon and his men have been day, after day, after day. Asking that exact same question" Julian chuckled, ever so lightly. "I'll you, what I told the ageing Commissioner. Let me walk out of here, and I'll stop the killing" he declared, leaning against the glass with glee and hope. 

"We're done here" Batman said, beginning to walk away from Julian's cell. He knew that Calendar Man was trying to play them, and it wasn't going to work. 

"It's Labour Day. Only a few more hours before the holiday passes" Calendar Man mused, his back against the glass. "And if the pattern holds, I believe you have something Holiday wants" he smiled. He was right, if Harvey was Holiday, then he'd come for Sal. So it was 

Gotham City Jail 

Sal 'The Boss' Maroni, once the Roman's chief rival sat on his bed, smoking a cigarette. When everyone was treating Harvey due to the acid burns even Batman, the bailiffs had their fun. They shot Maroni three times, but like Blackbeard, he would not die. 

"Maroni" Gordon called out, sticking his keys into the jail cell door. Calendar Man thinks that Maroni is the next victim, if it's true then this would need to be done quickly. "We're moving you, NOW!" Jim roared with a 'SWAT' member standing next to him. Minutes later, Sal Maroni was being transported  underneath the jail. He was chained by the feet and hands, Jim and the 'SWAT' officer following behind him. It was dark, really, the light being a flashlight Jim had brought. 

"What's all this about?" Sal asked with a smirk. "I take three slugs in the courtroom, and I'm still here right? You guys could learn a thing or three about killin' somebody ya know" Sal added. 

"After what you did to Harvey, I almost think we should let him have you" the Commissioner confessed. "Almost". 

"Is that why you're moving me?" Sal asked as a few rats passed him. "Let him come, that rat bast-" Sal was cut off. 

BLAM 

BLAM 

Two gun shots, straight to his head. Neither Jim nor the 'SWAT' officer saw who it was, but the officer tried his best, leaping at Holiday. The killer fired at the officer, the bullets clanging off the armour but knocked him down. Jim shined his flashlight at the killer, seeing Holiday, seeing his face. That's when Jim, could finally see, who Holiday was, the man who had plagued the city for almost a whole year. 

Holiday was

Alberto Falcone

Alberto raised his gun, intending to finish Jim. But the 'SWAT' officer stroke first, it was a kevlar vest. More than enough to stop a .22 at close range. 

"N-no I shot you" Alberto yelped as he socked in the face, causing him to drop the gun. 

Gordon leapt for the weapon, taking it and placing it in his coat. "I've got it, take him", the 'SWAT' officer pulled off his helmet. The cowl of Batman popping unto place. Such a small gun Alberto used, and yet it caused so much destruction. Batman beat Alberto bloody, knocking off his glasses, chipping his teeth and knocking plenty out. Alberto choked, blood leaking from his mouth and staining what teeth he had left. Batman grabbed hold of Alberto's throat, it took every inch of fading willpower not to choke the life out of him. 

"Batman, enough" Gordon ordered, placing a hand on his friends shoulder. "I won't let you do something that we'll both regret" Batman looked at Gordon, and nodded slowly backing off. Gordon moved to the downed Alberto, placing him in handcuffs. "Alberto Falcone, you are under arrest for the murder of Salvatore Maroni, you have the right to remain silent....."

Day Later 

"Falcone, you have a visitor" a guard called out to Alberto, his arms were in casts, he sat at a wooden table. Cold and emotionless. 

"Holiday" he corrected. 

Alberto Falcone is Holiday, his body was never found on New Year's Eve. He faked his death, claiming to have paid some low life to act as Holliday. And after that, he picked off he cheery picked his father's enemies, and allies. But he couldn't have done this along, he could? He must have his father's help, and speak of the devil. 

Alberto's visitor was revealed, to be his own father. "My son" Carmine greeted, sitting opposite Alberto. "You need anything? I can get you some of those cross words you like, the complex ones" Carmine offered, placing a hand on his sons. 

"No" Alberto replied. "I don't need anything, thank you", his voice was cold, like he was speaking to a complete stranger. 

Carmine leaned in, speaking in a low voice. "I can get you out of here, you plead guilty to killing Maroni, and only Maroni. And I can fix that" Carmine went, only now trying to act like a father. "If, only if. You let all this nonsense about "Holiday" go" Carmine pleaded. 

"Nonsense?" Alberto responded, feeling offended at the wording. "Do you even know when mu birthday is?" rage was pooling up in Alberto's voice. "I'll give you a hint. I falls on a HOLIDAY!"Alberto stood up, if he could he would flip the table. "Is it on Christmas? New Year's? Father's Day? Is it February Fourteenth, Valentine's Day. Not that you would know, since you had business to attend to. EVERY, SINGLE, YEAR" Alberto yelled. 

"Let's calm down" Carmine tried to plead. 

"No, for once in your insignificant life poppa you WILL LSITEN TO ME!" Alberto channeled into the memories he had of his father, every single time Carmine had a disappointed look. "You didn't want my help, my advice, you didn't want me in the family business yet. So I made sure, that Gotham would have no family businesses. Do you remember what I suggested? What we should have done to end the Maroni's need? Target their muscle, infrastructure, make sure they couldn't fight back" Alberto had a crazed look on his face, breaking down emotionally. "And that's what I did, me, a single man, crippled the Falcone's and Maroni's with a fucking pee shooter" he laughed. "You used to think that Gotham City was synonymous with organised crime. But this city HAS changed Carmine, the Maroni's saw that but you didn't. It doesn't want your kind anymore, now look at me, I'm bigger than all of you put together" Carmine stood up, ready to leave. "I AM HOLIDAY!" Alberto screamed out, his eyes twitching. 

Months Later, Halloween 

Arkham Asylum

Julian Day rested on his bed, inhaling and exhaling. He held a newspaper close to his chest, one which seemingly revealed Holiday's identity. A guard came up to the glass, wheeling a trolley with food. 

"Wake up Julian, you know what today is" the guard, trying awake Calendar Man.

"It's all Hallows Eve, the 31st day of the tenth month. And the 305th of this miserable leap year" Julian breathed out, his voice just sounded miserable. 

"And?" the guard drew out. 

Julian exhaled, fed up of this place. "Taco, Tuesday" he breathed out. 

"Muy bueno" the guard pronnouned badly, holding up a tray of poorly made tacos. Suddenly a large banging echoed through the Asylum's intensive care unit. "What the hell?" the guard asked as he went to the intensive care unit's main metal door entrance. The alarm had been disabled, and something pierced through the door. The rest of the door was torn apart, the guards opened fire. The smile cleared, revealing Solomon Grundy. Picking up pieces of the destroyed gate and throwing it at the guards. 

Behind Grundy, stepped out Two Face, flipping his coin. He had fixed his suit, his hair a pale white. "Trick, or Treat" 

Falcone Tower

Carmine tried to dry his eyes, even after months of knowing his mind still couldn't fathom the information. His organisation was crumbling from the inside, Sofia tried her best, but after his other chid became what he did, Carmine wanted her at a distance. He went to the balcony, needing air. The Godfather held a whiskey in his left hand, it was hefty glass, a quadruple. He took a swig from the glass, he then heard a cape blow in the wind behind him. Eyes narrowed as he head turned slightly, seeing the Bat waiting for him. 

"If you're expecting me to confess then I knew all about Alberto's doings. I didn't know a damn thing" Carmine took another swig of whiskey. "The Brat" he snarled, but quickly composed himself. "Do you know what my people call this past year?" Carmine asked. "The Long Halloween" batman stepped closer to Carmine. "My nephew, my sister, my friends, half my men. Do you know?" once again Carmine's eyes welled up, showing weakness. "Do you know what it feels like, to fail as a father?" he composed himself. "I wish, I wish I had the chance, to go back, and be a better father to my boy. I never want to see him again, I never want to see my own son again" he confessed. 

"Justice will be served, I can assure you of that" Batman replied, both men now facing each other. 

"You think I care about justice?" Carmine asked. "Justice" he chuckled, but this was just a ploy. As Carmine reached for a gun in his inner pocket, pulling it out and pointing towards Batman. Before Carmine could fire however, Catwoman flipped onto the balcony. Kicking Falcone back with such force he was sent back into his office, breaking the glass of the windows. 

Sofia hurried in, holding a tommy gun in her hands, crouching down to her father helping him up. "Poppa" she cried. 

"Everything is fine Sofia" Carmine assured as he picked himself up, he looked back to see the Bat and the Cat had vanished. "I just stumbled" he added. One of the men went to the balcony, to see if anyone was there. But the duo were long gone, on a rooftop not too far away. Catwoman looked at the balcony of the Roman from afar. 

"That wasn't necessary" Batman tried to say. 

"Maybe not" Catwoman replied. 

"Are you going to tell me why you're so obsessed with them?" the Bat asked. She was always floating around the Falcones, the money, the yacht, assisting Dent, she always there. 

Catwoman closed her eyes tightly, knowing what she had to say. She turned around, strolling towards the Bat, taking notice of his new suit looking up and down. Selina took off her mask, allowing her hair to blow in the wind. 

Batman's facial expression soften, and although he couldn't remove his own mask, Y/N spoke now. "I never thanked you, for finding me and getting me home that night" he thanked for the Scarecrow incident, even in the Bat costume. After reading the note and reading what she did to calm him, Y/N felt slightly embarrassed. 

"You were muttering something about Bruce" she informed. 

"Scarecrow's fear toxin" Y/N replied. "Where you found me, that rooftop" while it seemed like an ordinary rooftop, it held significance foe Y/N. "It was the last place I ever saw him" he confessed, knowing he could share all his weaknesses with her. 

"I never knew mother" Selina spoke, walking towards Y/N and placing a hand on the Bat symbol. It seemed parental trauma linked a lot of vigilantes in Gotham. "But I think there's someone who can tell me" her eyes drifted to behind her, back to the balcony. 

Y/N looked up, seeing Carmine Falcone standing, many armed goons surrounding him. "Your father?" he asked, slightly titled head. "Are you sure?"

"When the time comes, I'm not sure I'll have it in me to ask" Selina confessed, she then chuckled. "Is there even such a thing of a normal family in this city?" she asked. 

"Maybe not..." Y/N whispered, his voice low. He took in Selina's face, every beautiful detail, his feelings came to the surface, he couldn't deny them anymore. "....For people like us" he added, causing Selina to look up at Y/N who stood an inch or two taller than her. 

Slowly their faces inched towards one another, lips parting as both could feel their hot breathes. Y/N's hands went to Selina's slim waist, gripping her tightly, never want to let go. Their lips met, and fireworks erupted in their mind. Feelings long buried years ago came to the surface, lips pushing against one another, Selina's arms went behind Y/N's neck locking him in place. Y/N took in a sharp breath through his nose, his mouth opening hoping Selina would allow him access. Love fluttering into their brains. Both wishing this moment never ended. 

BOOOOM 

An explosion rung through Gotham's central park. Both separating, eyes wide, looking over in the direction of the explosion. 

"What is that?" Selina asked. 

It was on this night, that the Long Halloween would end. 

Author's Note
ONLY 1 CHAPTER LEFT NOW

Are you crying? You better it's almost over 

That reveal huh? Well I thought I didn't want to do what the movie, and I did say I would be pulling from the comic. Been planning this from the beginning, if you go back to Alberto's "death" chapter and read what he said to Selina, and take the recent murders in. It'll all make sense. But is all as what it seems? Maybe? Probably? No one knows, well except me and the 2 people I've told cause I didn't know if this was a good reveal or not. 

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