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Gotham was breathing hard through her triumphant smile.  She’d just been through a bit of a workout.  In fact, she’d be sweating like a pig, if not for the fact that she actually WAS a pig, and thus didn’t have any sweat glands.  She wasn’t sure whether that qualified as irony or idiocy on the part of simile authors.  All she knew was that she currently wasn’t as fond of her snug leather clothing as she usually was.  She let out a sigh through her panting, and unbuttoned her magnificent silk scruff.  Then, reaching behind her cape, she pulled out her trademark bottle, removed the cork with her teeth, gulped down half