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“Hey,” Dick said as he closed the door with his foot. He had a gallon of paint in either hand. Jason took one of the cans of paint, “Do we really have to repaint the entire apartment?" "I could use a change,” Dick said looking at the chipped white walls. “Besides, after Red Hood knocked the teeth out of his last victim’s head, I’d say we need to paint.” Dick set the other can down and looked at a small blood splatter on the wall. “Why’d you even have to bring him here, anyway?” “He was already here. Bitch thought he could rob us,” Jason smiled. Dick shook his he