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Batman has been a strange shadow in my life since I was very little. I first enountered the character when was about 4-ish...I think. Somehow I got a single issue of a Batman comic. I think it was in a bunch of handmedown toys my dad brought home from some friend or something like that. It was in English so my family couldn't read me the speechbubbles. Honestly I'm not even sure it had all the pages anyway. I think some were missing. But I was captivated by the character and the overall look of the pictures I was staring at. Because of that my dad found me a Batman figurine which immediately became my favourite toy. I took Batman everywhere with me. A hillarious sideeffect of this was that I stopped ignoring my knockoff barbies too (pretty sure they were all knockoffs..Romania in the early 90's, don't ask). I never liked those, or more specifically I never liked that I was supposed to like them and pretty much acted allergic to them. My family insisted I was supposed to like them,…

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