[Rumours of ghosts and hauntings keep regular people away from the Bowery, yes. Whispers of the caped crusader keep criminals away too. Those who have ventured into its depths today are keeping a tight hold on their guns while glancing over their shoulders. Crane is the only one who is focused and clear. He stands amongst them but stands out like an outsider: different in mood, attitude and mind.
Whispers begin regaling his ear. Is the Batman here? Is he watching them right now? Crane inhales and seems to enjoy the anxiety. But when he hears someone mumble, anxious and afraid, about whether he can he be killed... Well, he shuts that down immediately.]
Of course Batman can be killed. He is nothing but a man exploiting your superstitions and fears.
[He reduces Batman to a name, refers to him as a person not a noun, to humanise and make him real. To soothe and settle the fear brewing in the warehouse, rather than propagate it. People listen to his words and their posture becomes more relaxed. He hardly needs to call the bat an urban legend. Because legends aren't real.]
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Whispers begin regaling his ear. Is the Batman here? Is he watching them right now? Crane inhales and seems to enjoy the anxiety. But when he hears someone mumble, anxious and afraid, about whether he can he be killed... Well, he shuts that down immediately.]
Of course Batman can be killed. He is nothing but a man exploiting your superstitions and fears.
[He reduces Batman to a name, refers to him as a person not a noun, to humanise and make him real. To soothe and settle the fear brewing in the warehouse, rather than propagate it. People listen to his words and their posture becomes more relaxed. He hardly needs to call the bat an urban legend. Because legends aren't real.]