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My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
Round as a button, deep as a well. If you want me to talk, you must first pull my tail.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
It is the assumed nocturnal symbol of Mr. Wayne. What is it?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?