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"Fawkes at midnight, and by torchlight..."

I hope you know that it's your fault that the D.A.'s office didn't get blown up today.

It didn't? You honestly think I'd let our little tradition slip by?

...I'm not pleased that I did not get to assist in this.

Fine. Next year? Blowing up the courthouse without you.

But you DID. I used your device, after all. You know I'm not terribly good with incendiaries.

Remember when you were small and we'd go out to find someone to use as a Guy?

Still feel cheated that I didn't get to physically participate.

...I would rather prefer not to discuss that. I was a heartless child. Now? I at least try not to harm anyone.

Nonsense. You had some moments when you were quite delightful.

When you were very small, once, you hit Harvey with a stick while he napped, because you'd just found out what a pinata was. Unfortunately, he only spews profanities, not candy, when beaten.

Now, the first of April when you changed the labels on some of my vials? NOT amusing. The Bat-Man isn't very vulnerable to what proves to be nothing more than bad cologne.

I was five! Mom saw the funny side of it at least.

Now, see, that one is your own fault. Leaving a nine-year-old alone in your laboratory when you've been criticizing her penmanship among other things? Is going to make her want revenge, and when it's such a wonderful day to take it...

I'm just grateful it wasn't the reddish vial. I don't want that kind of attention from the Bat.

Well. I may have to keep that in mind for this year, then!

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