"You had one job Batman, it is tradition that you call during 2AM. One minute, that's all you had to wait."
"Heytha beautefal."
"Batman...you're drunk. Are you safe? Because otherwise I'm hanging up. It's too early to deal with this shit."
"I goth sad. I neded you. Some...one to thalk to."
"Are you safe?"
"Safe? Nu. There's a monthster in my housse."
"WHAT? Call the copes, who's in your house? A killer?"
"I can'th calls anyone buth yous."
"Why? Wait, why can't you call anyone but me?"
"Cuz I'm the monthster."
"Don't cry...sleep now Batman. I'm here, I'm listening."
"Thanks yous for carving."
"I care. It's okay Batman. Sleep now."
"...."
"Sweet dreams, I guess."
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