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“Did you get it?” A masked figure asks in a dark alleyway somewhere in Gotham. Somewhere secret and unknown where no one knows where they are.
A young boy slips his hands into his jacket pocket and pulls out a flash-drive. “Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne and Conner Kent watching the 1995 classic Clueless. Recorded in my apartment. Every Alicia Silverstone line is quoted perfectly.”
“Thank you, Christopher,” The masked figure responds. “Now my father will know who the true son is.”
“Um, Damian,” Chris interrupts. “I thought we were posting this on the Internet as a prank?”
“Yes, er, that too.”