Katherine Kane needed information. And where was the best place to learn the most important gossip around town? In a pub down in the lower levels of Gotham called The Steampot.
The evening had arrived, bathing everything in the classic early darkness of nighttime. A harsh cold permeated the city but this time she was prepared. Clothed in a heavy black coat with a fur-lined interior, she dismounted her motorcycle in front of the pub before entering the premises. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (TWENTY-NINE)
or the shot of the Imperial Star Destroyer rising from the icy depths. 
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