[ WP ] During the night , the hero and villain are always at each other throats . During the day , they 're unknowingly coworkers at day care .

His hands were always in gloves, 
 
 Black leather that baked in the sun's rays. 
 
 His manager was always in reach, 
 
 A hand always near a blunt object. 
 
 
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 She was smiling, beautiful, inspiring, 
 
 Children laughed, she told stories, he grouched. 
 
 When it was his time to lead activities, 
 
 He always picked the silent game. 
 
 She would do arts and crafts and bows and ribbons, 
 
 Markers and pencils, pens and paper. 
 
 
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 At the end of the day, 
 
 He would never clean-up, 
 
 `` I'm tired.'' 
 
 She smiled and bid farewell to him and others as she stayed late. 
 
 
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 Twenty-three hundred, 
 
 The darkness hides a demon descending, 
 
 Into the National Gallery, 
 
 The alarm's off, the guard's out, the painting secure. 
 
 This would put the thief in favorable light 
 
 to the Don. 
 
 
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 Black gloves grabbed the painting, 
 
 Pulling it out from under her arm. 
 
 Her knife appears, 
 
 She kicks, stabs, fights, 
 
 He dodges, blocks, parries. 
 
 `` Police are on the way,'' he growled. 
 
 She chops into his thigh, 
 
 Blood gushes out and she runs. 
 
 
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 The kids want to play dodgeball, 
 
 He wakes up from his nap, 
 
 shrugs and points to her, 
 
 She is too busy, 
 
 `` Please!'' they defiantly shout. 
 
 He limps to go play.
