The Dark Knight Driveth
You either crash at the first corner or you drive long enough to see yourself reach the finish
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I emerge from my Batcave with a roar and ominously roll towards the streets of Gotham. Cloaked in jet black, I'm impossible to make out in the shadows, with only brief stretches of lit tarmac revealing my terror-inducing true form. I'm a rich playboy underneath, but to my foes, I'm a Dark Knight. My chariot sounds like thunder and goes like lightning. Tonight's bound to be a bad one for any opponent who crosses my path.
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