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“I don't know why you decided to wear that costume, but it makes you a symbol. Just as Robin was a symbol. Or Superman, or Nightwing, or the policeman who wears his uniform. And this isn't just a symbol of the law, it's a symbol of justice. When one policeman is killed, others take his place because justice can't be stopped.”

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Book:Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying
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Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying

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Marv Wolfman
Marv Wolfman

Marv Wolfman is a renowned American comic book writer, known for his work with Marvel and DC Comics. Born on May 13, 1946, he has been a key figure in the industry since the 1970s, creating numerous iconic characters and stories. more

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