Fan Fiction: Crossovers
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  Holding his ribs, Zorro limped across the street into the 21 Deuce Club. It was now early morning and only half a dozen drunken gangsters were still in the building. He entered, grabbed the first mobster he saw, took his weapon and blasted a Z into his chest. He then let the body drop to the floor. Turning to the remaining five he said, "This is Gotham City. I know that sometime this morning a plane will be headed to South America to make a drug pick up. Now who is going to take me to the plane and who is going to end up like him?" Zorro pointed to the body on the floor. Within the hour Zorro was on a mafia cargo plane headed for Brazil.