Donald smirks. I have the Batman secured.
He's curious -- knowing the face of the Batman could be handy.
He peels the mask off the unconscious vigilante, and frowns. It's a teenage boy. No one he recognizes, of course -- not that he expected to recognize him. But it's still useful information.
Leaving the mask behind, he throws the Batman over his shoulder.
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