Kaleidoscope. On a ledge high above the glittering night city, a Batmanly figure in a black body stocking detaches itself from the darkness and, deftly fixing a pulley wheel to a power line, goes gliding over the neon-slashed abyss to the roof of the next building. The skylight yields, the shadow drops inside. Moments later, eyes gleaming, the intruder extracts a keen little burin from his belt and begins to chisel delicately at a metal printing plate. While he works, he whips out his transistor and earplugs into some late late rock 'n'...
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