Batman: Assault on Arkham Page #4

Now, where's the joker?

He and Harley took their

mallet and disappeared.

That's where he's hidden the bomb.

Simulus testing! Simulus.

I know you can see me, bats.

Hope you brought protection.

'Cause I'm about to give Gotham

a terminal case of tainted love

and it's really gonna burn.

And just in case you're

thinking of stopping me,

I figured I'd invite some

friends to my big blow-out.

Stop! Please!

I need to find joker

and stop that bomb.

Good luck with that, mate.

Got to get out of here.

Yeah, but what will get us far

enough to escape that blast?

Well, isn't that convenient.

Ow!

Out of my way, loser.

No!

Oh no you don't, Lawton.

That's my ride!

Only one of us is getting out

of here, and it ain't you!

I'll get you for this, Lawton!

Get those gates closed!

Where's our backup?

Now that's what I call backup.

We've got it under control,

Batman, you can take...

And I'm talking to myself, again.

Going my way, handsome?

Cute kid!

Hope she doesn't take

being an orphan too hard?

Huh?

Holy crap!

You know she's going

to kill us, right?

Where's the fricking gas pedal?

Uh-oh!

Sure he smacks me around sometimes,

but you're the one who's

always hurting me!

Now I'm going to hurt you!

Stop me, if you've heard this one.

Listen to me!

Harley, the bomb!

For someone who's not Batman,

you've been a real pain in my ass.

Deuces, new guy!

Have a seat, puddin'!

Bang!

Waller!

You knew when you sent your

little suicide squad into Arkham,

they'd go off script.

Oh, it's just you.

When your bombs didn't dice them,

you figured the SCU would.

All that, just so you

could kill the riddler!

Let's just say, I break a lot

of eggs to make an omelet.

And because you're a messy cook,

the riddler was able to escape.

I got careless.

My men will get Nigma next time.

There is no next time.

No?

We're the U.S. government!

Who's going to blow the

whistle on us, the convicts?

Who'd believe them?

You?

You're going to start

a blog and expose us?

I don't think so.

That's checkmate, Batman.

I'm warning you!

Enough!

Don't they need you back in

your squalid little city?

They never did find the

joker's body, did they?

Punk!

Mother...

Bang!

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