With the time after death, beyond the beginning of life when finding those who died, between looking for those people who fit that description, when thinking about their strengths, even those that were their most vivid.
So, now, the greatest detective in the world, even though he was in the midst of his negotiations, his travels, even with the same outings, which he was on at that time, informing that his secrets and mysteries, that time, with each of his loves, Now that he had great power.
Even now, when he found out when those who sought justice and revenge, the dead and their signs returned to the world of the living, they sought his help, there was that time, part of him, part of his DNA, so since he always thought to be that she used to admire fairy tales, from horror to mysteries.
those who died before had no meaning, it didn't mean he wasn't murdered, it meant he wasn't found, what happened between the stakes, where he put everything there.

Chronicles And Tales From Witches And Demons In Crimson

All of this, when he caught a Batarang that he hung himself up by a building while checking the perimeter, it was a dark and misty night so he jumped over one ledge and followed by another throwing the Batarang, in which he jumped between a gargoyle and saw right nearby from an alley a crime, there were three armed robbers cornering two women and a child in an alley. 


Just behind Kattegat 's old cathedral, where he threw the Batarang and jumped into a vertical descent, jumping all the way to the ground towards the bandits as he landed straight, the two women metamorphosed and sprang at him, it was like giant crows tearing apart. their clothes revealing gigantic wings and monstrous shapes and revelations. 


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