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Not Fast Enough	By : DameonGrey Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 11131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Justice League or the Flash. This is a non-profit fanfiction and I am not being paid in anyway to write this.

Chapter List
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[[ WARNING ]] I should point out that, although this one isn't NEARLY as bad as the very first chapter, it is humiliation… but it's still hot. Enjoy. ^^
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Bruce Wayne had been spending a lot of time at home lately, after the meeting they had held. He'd gone to bed at a normal time, and slept in his normal bed, enjoying a black cup of coffee in the morning and reading the Gotham Newspaper. He watered the few plants around his house that Alfred watered normally, so they really didn't need watering, but he thought it might help. It didn't.
Bruce wasn't relaxed at all, after eight hours of sleep and a healthy breakfast and a jog, he was very high strung, still.
He sighed and decided to check up on his Batman duties, which did seem to distract him, oddly.
He checked on the nanos in his blood, which were acting like sea monkeys and doing absolutely nothing. He checked the police records on a few cases he was investigating, and it was all working until his cell phone rang, and Wally's voice greeted him cheerfully on the other end.
"Hey! Wha'cha up to?" Bruce frowned at the upbeat tone of voice.
"I'm working."
"Ah, okay. So what's up?"
"… I'm working."
"Oh… I kinda asked that already." He heard the speedster laugh nervously on the other end, and then silence.
"Is something wrong?" Bruce asked, concerned, but still retaining his cold tone. It dawned on him that the boy might actually need help.
"No, I'm good, I was just bored, and wondering uh… Could I come hang with you for a bit?"
Hang with him? "I'm working."
"Okay, Bats, I got that. I meant… can I just come stay at your place for a bit?" He sounded a little calmer, quieter, as though he was embarrassed about something.
Bruce sighed, he could always lock the batcave and keep to himself down there. "Well, I suppose it couldn't—"
"Cool, Mind if I take that room you gave me last time?" Wally's voice didn't come through his phone that time.
"Were you waiting outside the gate?" Batman irritably turned on the speedster who was standing behind him.
"Uh, well, you have the toilets bugged, I bet. Couldn't you see me standing out there?" Wally laughed, pointing at the screen that showed the front gate.
Bruce sighed and rubbed his face, he hadn't showered yet after his jog, and he hadn't planned on it, but now it sounded good. He believed in good personal hygiene in front of guests, even if it was just Wally. "I understand. I'll have Alfred set up your room."
"Nah, it's fine, I can do it." Wally smiled at him. He waved it off like he didn't want to bug Bruce, and was gone instantly. That was odd.
The boy had sensed that Batman was irritated, or perhaps he worried about bugging him. He worried that Flash had the wrong idea. Bruce had decided that it wasn't Wally, but himself that was off. He didn't like feeling like that. If Bruce was getting on his own nerves, how on earth would he deal with that, he couldn't scare himself off to some corner of his house while he enjoyed some piece and quiet, could he?
Either way, Wally was gone in the house somewhere, so Bruce turned his console off and headed back upstairs for his shower. He passed by Wally's room and found the boy laying in bed on his side, facing away from Bruce and, judging by the snoring, very clearly asleep.
He guessed that Flash had made the trip to Gotham and to his mansion by foot. He didn't understand how Wally could do it, even if he was The Flash.
Bruce, on the other hand, was still rather bothered, even after his shower. He'd gone for a jog, he was clean, gotten some work done. He'd behaved normally today, but he just didn't feel right, and now that Wally was there, he felt even stranger.
Bruce was standing facing his bedroom window that overlooked the grounds of his estate. He felt a sudden gust of wind as Wally entered his room and held still, giving the boy the illusion that he hadn't noticed.
"Wow! That's a sick scar you got there!" Wally sounded, well he sounded as though he was forcing interest into his voice, although, his touch was different.
The fingers that traced a thickened strip of skin on Bruce's right shoulder blade gave it special interest. They pressed on it to test how tough it was, and then stroked it softly to test how smooth it was. To Wally, it was a little smoother than the rest of Bruce's skin, but not as soft, like it was made of wax.
"Huh, you have a lot, don't you." He said curiously, this time actually getting into exploring Bruce's back, and then his sides. Bruce wasn't like the others, he didn't have the advantage of healing or deflection like most of the other League members did. His efforts in the League, and in fact, through out his entire vigilante profession, had taken its toll on his body, yet, he wore them with pride. He wrote them off as hunting scars to other acquaintances.
"What do you want?" He asked when Wally's arms began to migrate under Bruce's and around to his chest, as though indirectly trying to embrace him.
"Uh, nothing, I was just looking." He sounded sheepish again.
Bruce had a hand holding the much too loose hem of his sweats, and another on the end of the towel around his neck. His hair was still damp, as was his skin, and seemed more sensitive to heat like this, which he could feel from Wally.
The Speedster was up to something, and Bruce didn't have to guess more than once to figure it out. He sighed and turned to face Wally, who stepped back timidly. "What is it?" Bruce pressed further.
"N-nothing…" Wally attempted, but when Batman took a step closer to him, he stepped back, looking helpless.
This wasn't working, for either of them. Bruce's cold stare only seemed to challenge Wally, a challenge which he took, albeit awkwardly. The boy's body quickly pressed up against Bruce's and he found those curious hands on the scars on his chest again, only he wasn't focusing on them now, he was leaning up enough to brush his nose under Bruce's jaw, sliding it back a bit until it was nuzzled under his ear, smelling the billionaire's expensive shampoo. He moaned softly against Bruce's neck, who, although surprised, retained his cold demeanor. He tensed slightly, but only enough to keep from falling back under the weight of Wally's persistent body.
"Enough." Bruce sighed.
Wally ignored him, he let his fingers run through the damp, jet black hair, and took Bruce's hand that was holding his hem and placed it on his own hip, brushing his lips over Bruce's. "You don't…. have the nanos, right?" Wally asked him, hesitating now, putting his efforts on hold it seemed.
Bruce thought for a moment. He told the others that he had the nanos, but not Wally. What would happen if he said no. It wasn't that he wanted to lie to the boy, or tell him something that he suspected would get Flash to stop this act, but he was curious to see what he would do.
"No, I don't…" He said plainly.
Wally's body slumped a little against his. He let his head fall to Bruce's chest, his forehead resting on a strong collar bone. "Damn…" he laughed softly.
"You need to take your medication." Bruce told him persistently.
"… I did… Half an hour ago…" Wally told him, pushing away from his body but still not looking him in the eye.
"Has it begun to wear off sooner?" Bruce sounded concerned. If that was the case, it could be a serious problem for Flash.
"No… it's… working right now…" He said, ashamed.
"Then, why this, all of a sudden?"
Wally walked backwards for a few steps, away from Bruce, and then turned for the door, stopping to look back over his shoulder. "You're supposed to be the smart one…" he said coldly.
At that, Bruce felt, much to his dismay, no better than he had been feeling all day. He felt stupid now, he felt more confused, and cruel. He didn't go after Wally, or even move, but he did curse to himself softly.
He let Alfred know that he'd upset the boy, and as such, Alfred made sure to pester Wally to make sure the boy had everything he needed. That way Bruce wouldn't have to. They both ate separately, and Bruce thanked Alfred for making sure that Wally ate.
When Bruce went out as Batman, he didn't see Flash anywhere around town. Either he'd stayed home, or he was doing his own duties elsewhere, or out of sight.
Lately, Batman had gotten wind that Harley had teamed up with Poison Ivy again. He knew that Joker would take advantage of that, which is why Batman would take advantage of the situation.
His shadow passed easily through a skylight in an old abandoned warehouse at Gotham's west borders. The lights either didn't work, or who ever was humming daintily didn't need the lights on.
Batman could easily place that smell: flowers, wet cement, etc. He could hear the trickling of water and rustling of leaves as Ivy inspected her babies.
He couldn't interfere just yet, so he stayed low. Just as he'd suspected, Harley came onto the scene with a jovial skip in her step and put an elbow over Ivy's shoulder, inspecting what it was the Plantess was up to.
"Hey, Red. How come you're okay with this?" Harley started in.
"Because your boss made me a promise." Ivy smiled. "People don't often fall back on promises they've made me, I don't care how diehard he is." She plucked a small flower off of the plant, to which Harley jumped back, alarmed at the move, and gaping widely at how out of character it seemed of Ivy.
At just that moment Batman heard a large crash behind him and the beast, Bane came blundering for his puny body by comparison. The brute easily deflected a batarang and wrapped his arms tightly around Batman.
"Good work, Bane, deary." Ivy chimed softly. She motioned for Harley to follow and the jester-ess did so.
The click of Ivy's heels echoed eerily in the warehouse, and was interrupted by Harley's nasaly-Boston talk. "Ohhh, I get it, that bud is special for somethin', right?" She sounded excited, pointing at the flower in Ivy's hand.
"Bane, dear." Ivy said, without answering Harley. She gave the other woman a look though, who quickly backed up just as Ivy set the Flower down before Batman and Bane.
Less than a second passed and the flower quickly spewed it's strong pollens into the air. Bane's body was still, which told Batman that the brute had understood to hold his breath, he on the other hand hadn't been quick enough on the que.
Batman got a decent lung full before he understood that it was a toxin. He took a gasp in and held it, but almost instantly he felt dreary.
The air around him stirred quickly and the toxin was lifted away.
"Hey, Bats. Need some help?" Flash had come to the rescue just in time, only that twister-move of his had it's own drawbacks.
He stumbled a moment himself, obviously having inhaled a little of it, but not as much as Batman had.
Flash turned in time to see Ivy and Harley rushing back to her precious plant.
"Hey, I don't think so!" Flash laughed, rushing passed them and reaching the plant before the two. "Come on girls, give it a break." He tried to persuade them, throwing a tarp over the large plant.
As the tarp touched the flowers underneath, a large cloud of pollen poured out from under it. "Woah!" Flash exclaimed and rushed around the plant quickly to clear up the air. Once it was all gone, he slowed down, and then fell down, trying desperately to get his legs to move.
Batman knew that Flash's cyproterone drug would only last as long as he kept the speeding around to a minimum. He hoped that the kid had some backup doses with him.
"Oops. Didn't plan that one very well, now did we." Ivy laughed softly.
"Hey! That stuff works pretty swell, huh, Red!" Harley giggled, squatting down to get a good look at Flash.
"It does, and this is as good a chance as any to see how much he can handle. I'd say that was a pretty large dose you just took." She smiled at him, excited to read just how much of the toxin he had in his body, and how his system was reacting to it.
Ivy opened up a small cylindrical compartment on the side of her boots, out of which slithered a small leafy vine. It was slow at first, but the very tip of it seemed to single in on Flash and it rushed for him, breaking through his suit over his right breast. He tried to dodge the thing, but it only resulted in him falling flat on his rear.
"Ow! What the hell?" He growled at her, reaching quickly for the vine and succeeding in ripping it out of his skin and muscle.
"Hm, you're an odd one, aren't you." Ivy said suspiciously. She could feel the readings from her thorn, able to detect the abnormalities in Flash right away. "You're obviously, MUCH different than me, but… your hormones are all out of balance. Did you know that?" She smiled at him slyly.
Oh shit. Flash thought. Could she know?
Batman had thought the same thing and struggled to get loose to help Flash. When Bane dropped him however, and made no effort to retrieve him, Batman understood why. He could barely move.
"What is going on out here?" A shrill voice rang throughout the room. "Ivy! Are you done with those petunias, yet?" Joker emerged from the shadows in a lab coat, shaking an angry beaker at the two women.
"Ah! Mr. J! Look at wha' we caught!" Harley exclaimed excitedly, hoping to sway his mood.
Joker paused in his place for a moment, examining the scene over a pair of thick chemistry goggles.
"Well, Wha'duya know!" He laughed, whipping his goggles off to get a better glimpse.
Ivy turned her nose up at him and walked over to give Bane a pat on the shoulder. The brute lifted Batman up by one arm and dragged him over next to Flash, who was still almost just as helpless as Batman.
"Hey, red. Did you say there was somethin' off about him?" Harley poked Flash in the ribs and enjoyed his squirming reaction.
"I did. He has an awful imbalance of some kind."
"What kind of imbalance?" Joker speculated, turning Flash's head to the side and then pulling his cowl away just enough to peer in Flash's ear, as if the answer was inside there... which, technically, it was.
"A chemical one. He has a lot of hormones running rampant in him." She grinned down at the hero, stepping on Batman's hand with her heel to keep him from reaching for that damn utility belt. Bane still had one hand and so removed the belt with the other.
"So that means… wait, what does that mean for him?" Harley asked.
"It means he has more hormones in him than a boy going through puberty." Joker laughed. "Right, Johnny-boy?" He purposefully caused his voice to crack as he addressed Flash with the new name. "Hmm, nice skin though, he's lucky, I was quite the Pizza face in my younger years. Fortunately I shaped up."
"And you're soooo good looking now, Mr. J." Harley swooned over the pale faced maniac. He gave her a rewarding pat on the head and pushed Ivy aside so that he could squat in her place.
"Bats…" Flash whispered softly, so softly, the others hadn't heard.
Batman thought that maybe Flash had a plan, but the look on the boy's face told him otherwise. "It won't go away?" Batman asked.
Flash shook his head and shut his eyes tightly, as though pretending it wasn't really happening just now.
"Do you have more?" Batman asked, referring to the cyproterone drug.
"Now, now, no conspiring here." Joker joined in, shaking his finger in Batman's face. He turned his attention to Flash, who's face was already flushed. "Now, what seems to be the trouble?" Joker started in on Flash, pushing him back a bit, letting the boy lean up against Bane's shins in order to inspect him.
"Hands off, Joker!" Batman began but a loud smack shut him up. Joker shook out his hand from the strike and went back to studying Flash, only to discover what Batman and Flash were both afraid of.
"Hello!" Joker laughed. He threw his hands up quickly to shield Ivy's and Harley's eyes as he discovered Flash's erection.
"So this is what kind of imbalance it is." He jabbed at the Flash. "What a laugh!" he exclaimed and pointed at the boy, who turned his head away in embarrassment. It was almost as bad as being caught in junior high with your first boner, he thought. "Have Batsy and you teamed up? Or is there more than meets the eye?" He seemed to tremble with amusement.
"What if they're together?" Harley exclaimed with wide eyes of wonderment.
At the motion of Ivy, Bane lifted Batman up painfully by his arm.
"So, does Batbone bat for the same team?" Joker spewed in Batman's face as he laughed at his own joke along with Harley. Ivy merely smirked, she didn't want to give him full credit for that one.
Joker motioned for Bane to bring the two heroes closer, which he did. The pale-faced man snickered as he pulled Flash's pants down over his erection with the tips of his fingers, as though the boy was dirty.
"Joker, stop it." Batman growled at him. No matter how drugged he was or how humiliated he was about to be, Batman still had the guts to send a deadly batglare in the man's general direction.
"Heh! Don't worry Batsy, you'll enjoy this, I'm sure."
He pushed Batman closer to Flash awkwardly, and Bane lifted flash up a bit, trapping his hands behind his back which caused the boy to groan in pain.
"I think you know the routine." Joker giggled at Batman.
The two faced each other, their motor skills feeble at best. Flash sat spread-eagle at Bane's feet, all for Batman to see, while Batman was walked forward on his unsteady hands and knees until he was face to face with Flash's groin.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Flash exclaimed.
"Flash, stop." Batman warned him.
"But you can't do this!" He looked incredulously at the Joker, who looked confused. Of course, it wasn't that he could, but that he would.
"Oh but I can! You see?" Joker gave Batman a shove and the Dark Knight landed with his face against Flash's soft inner thigh.
That caught Wally off guard. He leaned forward as best he could and, without moaning, managed a "But, the nanos…"
"Not now." Batman growled, and leaned in enough to breathe over Flash's erection.
"But, you can't do this…" Flash warned him. As if to shut him up, Batman didn't waste any time in tasting the speedster, he sucked him in quickly, and with no skill at all, Flash seemed to have that, not him.
But skill or no skill, it had Flash arching sharply into Bane, moaning out through clenched teeth and rocking his hips slightly, which he tried to control.
The way that Wally's thighs reached up around Batman's head was a sight that resonated in Batman's groin as well. The moan, the way Wally's breath caught in his throat.
Flash shivered, his mouth opening and closing, unable to decide if he should give in or not. He finally looked down at Batman and moaned at the scene, leaning forward a bit to let his head hang over Batman, but he couldn't reach him like that, not with his arms trapped tightly behind him.
Perhaps that was too real for the villains, they fell silent and let their jaws drop. Ivy and Harley were blushing, and Joker had a look of shock on his face that even his features couldn't pull off.
"Ah, Bats…" Flash gasped softly, he leaned over further, his shoulders feeling as though they would dislocate. "If I come, I can help you…"
The others let their jaws drop open even more, but that was because they didn't understand the meaning of that statement. Batman couldn't be sure either, but he knew what Wally could be hinting at.
The slick length of Flash's cock vibrated against his tongue. That familiar thrum that Flash always had inside him was losing it slowly. He felt each pulse like a surge that connected with his body and flew around his mind.
Batman had one hand settled around Wally's base, while the other was resting on the boy's hipbone. The soft vibrations drew his hand clumsily up from Wally's groin and gloved fingertips brushed up over his stomach, slipping under the speedster's shirt, and up over his ribs.
Flash let his head fall back against Bane's knees, his eyes rolling and fluttering opened and closed. His shoulders rounded and then rolled back again and again, this was torture for him, not being able to touch Batman. The situation could be better, but he was glad it was Batman.
The speedster bit his lip as Batman brushed up over his nipples. They were still healing from the piercings, so they were still sensitive. Each brush of a gloved finger sent ripples through his spine. Each one rushed through his head and then down through his stomach and into his groin, pooling out in a warm thrum that even Batman could feel.
Batman's face was blank. His costume did an exellent job of hiding the Dark Knight's erection, even though Flash wasn't helping.
"Well, admittedly, I'm losing interest." Joker stood up and crossed his arms.
Batman worried that Joker might try something more with Flash unless he could figure something out. For now, he was banking on Flash's promise earlier, and hoped that he did have a plan.
The vigilante had worked up a good amount of pre and saliva that he coated a gloved finger with quickly. Just as Joker was about to stop this whole thing, he carefully, yet swiftly drove that finger deep inside Flash, wriggling it until it could go no further.
Flash's body responded to the intrusion in an erotic fashion that stopped Joker in his tracks. The four watched them both, watched Flash's spine arch sharply. "Ah! It's too much… I'm gonna…" Flash began, but he only bit his lip and bucked up into Batman's mouth. His muscles inside squeezed around Batman and his whole body trembled. Batman had found the boy's prostate and worked some moans out of the boy until he finally felt the surge running up from the base of Flash's cock. Batman knew at least to pull away from the length, his hand around the base continued in quick strokes, bringing Flash off quickly enough.
"Well… alright then, I'd say that's good enough, wouldn't you Batsy?" Joker laughed nervously, suggesting that the room had grown awkward, no thanks to the two heroes before them.
Just as that statement had finished though, Bane cried out in pain and lifted his smoking hot hands up in the air right when Joker, Harley, and Ivy found themselves tightly bound together with Batman's grappling gun rope. The large beast was then quickly deflated as his plant elixirs were spilled all around him.
Batman had just enough time to sit up and wipe his chin off while all of this took place. Once it was over, Flash collapsed on the ground beside him, his face still flushed, clumsily pushing himself back into his pants and adjusting the cup and shirt of his suit. "Hands off Joker! What was that?"
"He had his hands on you. It's not that hard to understand, right?" Bruce rolled his eyes. The Dark Knight got up and checked on the four, testing to see that they couldn't get out. Just for good measure, he gave them all a good smack to the back of the head to knock them out, and then retrieved his utility belt.
"Well… I was expecting Robin to rush in with something like 'holy profilactic Batman!' Or something." The other ignored him. "Your bad-guys are so… creepy. What's up with that?"
"I hear Piper has it bad for you." Batman joked dryly.
"Well yeah but… oh yeah, that's right…. Uh, I guess he's not my type." Flash's blushed while he got up and began shuffling his feet nervously. "I'm sorry…."
"Don't be." Batman said coldly.
"No… the nanos… I'm sorry about… I never meant for this to happen."
"Enough, Flash." Batman turned to him, trying to get his point across, this wasn't the place to be discussing it.
"But you don't get it!" Flash exclaimed, standing up and taking Batman's arm for emphasis. "They're in you now! There's no telling what could—"
"I already had them." Batman said plainly. "When I was taking your blood last week."
Flash's face grew shocked at what Batman said. "But, you said—"
"I lied." The Dark Knight turned from Flash to take a look at the console to see what plans Joker had in store. "I wanted to see how you would react." He admitted, but the Bat's shoulders slumped forward at his confession. "I'm sorry Flash, it was wrong of me. I had to make sure you wouldn't take advantage of a situation like that."
When Batman turned around he found a confused looking Wally staring at his feet. The speedster had no skill for seeing the calculated side of things. He knew that the boy was smart, and that he would make sacrifices appropriately at times, but he was more driven by emotion than Batman was, or just not Batman's kind of emotions.
The Dark Knight sighed and shook his head. He could tell that Flash didn't understand, mostly that he didn't understand how Batman felt. He left the console quickly, apparently too quickly for Flash, and approached the surprised boy, taking him by the collar and yanking the speedster towards himself.
Flash's body went rigid for a moment, like he'd prepared for a strike, but instead he felt equally hard lips pressed to his own and his hand's hovered just over Batman's shoulders, not sure what to do with them, while their lips drew into a slow kiss and then parted again for another.
Items were knocked over and the desk bumped against the wall noisily as they both backed up into it. The Dark Knight's hand loosened on Flash's collar, and slid down and under his arm until he found the small of the boy's back, pulling their bodies together.
At that point Flash slumped against the Dark Knight. His lips parted to feel a hot tongue pressed against his own, and just as he leaned into it, bringing his arms around Batman's broader shoulders, the body pulled away from him.
Batman returned to the console, pulling out a small thumb drive and extracting every bit of data that the Joker had stored.
When Batman turned around, his face was lit up by red and blue sirens that were pulling up outside of the warehouse. "Now stop looking confused." He ordered Flash. The speedster turned towards the windows as shadows were cast across them, the officers quickly approached the building.
"Wait, how did you—"
"I hope you're good at disappearing." Batman told Flash, and when the speedster turned around, the Dark Knight was gone. Of course.
"You know! You're an ass sometimes!" Wally growled after him and took off through the far end of the warehouse, just clearing the west parking lot before cop cars blocked it off completely.
Flash rushed down several streets until he was sure he was clear. "Hey bats, where'd you go?" He called over the earpiece.
"I'll come get you, we need to talk." Batman said plainly.
"Uh, I'm somewhere between—"
"I see you."
"… you have a tracker on me, huh."
"In your suit."
"… That's kinda creepy bats. Kinda stalker-like." Although, after what happened to Wally, perhaps it was for the best.
"Get in." Flash heard Batman's voice die down just as the quiet engine of the Batmobile pulled up beside him. He turned to see the tinted black windows staring ominously at him before the door swung open.
He didn't waste time in clambering into the seat and fastening his seat belt, for fear of a Batglare.
"Why did we have to run?" he asked Batman timidly as the billionaire took off for the cave.
"What do you mean?" Batman asked quietly as he took a few alleyways to avoid busier streets.
"I'm not used to running from the police… why do we have to get away before they find us?"
"Because they like to do things with search warrants. I also happen to have semen on my suit. I really don't want to explain that." He sounded bitter, and Flash took that as his fault. Batman made the rare sigh, followed by "I'm sorry."
"Huh?" Flash turned to him. He made sure he'd heard that, and he was wondering how exactly Batman meant it.
"I'm sorry that that happened again. And I'm sorry I couldn't help you avoid it." He sounded disappointed in himself.
"Uh, well, it's fine. I guess I'm glad it was you and not…. Someone else…" Bruce could hear how sincere Wally sounded. Everything in the boy's voice made Batman sound like such a hero to him, just for being there, for not letting Flash face that kind of situation alone, again.
"Not them?"
"Or Joker… Or worse. Bane looks like a big guy, that might hurt." He laughed weakly, trying to get the other to laugh. The most he got from Batman was a half smile, but that was as good as a laugh.
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Just a quick thing at the end here, besides the warning up there…. Actually, the quick thing is just me saying… I can't wait until you guys read the next chapter. w Okay, night night, I'm actually going to bed before 7am, WOW
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