[Having gotten accustomed to being watched by the occasional neighbor, and given Batman's ability to--well--be Batman, Neville continues with his project uninterrupted. With the aid of some hovering charms, he guides a vine to fetch a twig for him, though the grip is too strong and accidentally snaps it. Neville frowns deeply and sighs, speaking to it in a soft murmur.] No, that's not right. And I haven't even started working out how to get you to think for yourself.
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