I look at the plaque and my eyes narrow. It reads “In loving memory of Martha and Thomas Wayne.” My anger only grows. I mutter to myself “Where the fuck am I? I am not in New York. Not anywhere I know. All I know is that I still have my powers and that Wanda Maximoff fucked me over. If I find her I swear I will show her the might of the White Hot Room.” My eyes glow orange for a second as the Phoenix Force starts to bubble beneath the surface. But I need to stay cautious. I can’t let it out
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