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Gordon is finding the farm an incredibly relaxing place. He's pulling up weeds in the back yard, because it looks like nobody's done it for a while and he's not a man who can sit still on someone else's time.

It's odd; since they broke free of Gotham and he abandoned his city, he should be feeling worse. But he's not.

Maybe there was something to that invisible monster story after all.

He's humming, faintly, under his breath.

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Aang takes a step backwards as a huge smile spreads across his face. Is he seeing this right? The box infront of him is about the size of a market stall, painted red and blue and has the words 'WHAK - A - MOLE' emblazoned across the front. Nine holes cover the top and a hammer lies on the floor next to it.

The airbenders in the northern temple used to send currents of air through the walls to flush out the rat moles that hid there. Then they'd catch them. Could this game be similar? Aang builds up a ball of air, floats it up, the slams it forward into the rectangular slot on the front. A lot of things happen at once.

Nine brightly coloured moles shoot out of the top, smashing into the lights and bouncing off the ceiling. Aang propels himself after them, trying to catch as many as he can. In the chaos he doesn't notice the explosion of shiny, metal coins that pour out of the back on the machine.