Batman: Gotham Knight Page #2

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

[GUNFIRE FROM BELOW]

[GRUNTS]

[MO ANS]

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

[PANTS]

One of us just got lucky.

[GUN C*CKS]

[GRUNTS]

[CHUCKLES]

I'm thinking it was me, baby.

Don't move! Any closer,|I'll spray her brains all over the street.

[GRUNTS]

ALLEN:
|Drop it!

[GRUNTS]

I'll kill her, I swear to God!

I'll do it. I'll do it.

No.

You won't.

[PANTING]

[GRUNTS]

You're MCU, aren't you? Gordon's squad.

Lieutenant Gordon|is a good judge of character.

[CLANKING]

Come for those pictures|you had me take?

I wondered if I couId fill in for you at that|golf tournament Ronald Marshall is holding.

He's someone I'd like to meet.

Actually, I wasn't gonna go.

Mr. Marshall's reputation|is getting a little too shady for me.

I like the shade.

Two boats, each approximately 40 feet|in length, anchored in Gotham Harbor.

I'm assuming both are up for sale...

...you're trying to see|which one looks better from space?

BRUCE:
|What else would you use a satellite for?

Well, I can think of a number of things...

...but this is something I never expected.

After the impromptu photo op|of the harbor you had me conduct...

...our satellite suffered|severe structural damage.

My first thought was a meteor.

Once we recovered|the detached section...

...we discovered|that it was crushed from the inside.

-By what?|-An electromagnetic pulse.

One we're about to replicate.

You're gonna wanna step back.

[HUMMING]

[WHINES]

Watch yourseIf.

My apologies.

The Waynecom satellite orients itself using|gyroscopic electromagnetic navigation.

This circuit is what generates|the field, correct?

Some of the prototypes|developed capacitance.

We thought we solved the probIem.

Apparently, that is not the case.

So, what now?

I got an idea.

[GUNFIRE]

This is a highly sensitive|shock-wave sensor.

When the sensor detects a sound|above a preset decibel...

...it'll charge the gyro|and trigger a puIse.

One strong enough to deflect a bullet.

It'll work against all small-arms ammunition,|even at close range.

Somebody pulls a rifle, though,|you better duck.

Now, why would someone|wanna shoot me, Mr. Fox?

Let's just say your boyish charm...

...might not work with everybody,|Mr. Wayne.

[DOGS BARKING]

[POLICE SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[CROWD MURMURS]

[CAMERAS CLICK AND WHIR]

[CROWD APPLAUDS]

MAN:
|Oh! Oh....

[POLITE CLAPPING]

I admire a man|who vows to rebuild a neighborhood...

...and starts by putting in a golf course.

It's all about setting a tone, really.

Considering moving here?|I could get you a deal.

I appreciate that, Mr. Marshall.

It's just the murder|of that community activist lady...

...the one who tried to stop you|from building here.

Stories like that are bad|for my feng shui.

[BEEPS]

Teresa Williams was a thorn|in my side, no doubt.

But she was an admirable person.

The irony is that she died from gang fire|by the punks she defended.

By the way, I'm naming|the homeless shelter in her honor.

Maybe that'll help your feng shui.

You're up.

[CHUCKLES]

One thing I've learned in life, Bruce,|you're only as good as your drive.

[POWERS UP]

Aah!

CADDIE:
We'll get right on it, sir.|MARSHALL: How the heck did that happen?

-Got any interest in some poker tonight?|BRUCE: I have some business to attend to.

Is that right? Blond or brunette?

Half-Russian, half-Italian.

[WHISTLES]

Wow. Now that's a handful.

[MAN 1 RETCHES]

MAN 2:
|Hey, you all right, boss?

MAN 1 :
|What's it look like to you?

Someone wanna tell me|why everyone's standing around...

...when you should be out there putting|The Russian in his grave?

I can't kill what I can't find.

Then look harder.

[GAGS]

All of you. Every second|that piece of garbage breathes air...

...I gotta be out here puking off|the side of this freaking boat.

I want him found and I want him dead.

You understand me? I want him dea--

[PANTS]

Who's driving the boat?

[BEEPING]

[MOTOR REVVING]

What the hell are you doing?

Show yourseIf, idiot,|so I can kill you dead.

You destroyed my boat!

The Russian.

Sal Maroni, the vermin.

MARONI:
|Get up. It's The Russian.

It's The Russian. Murder him!

Shoot out their eyes.

[GRUNTING]

[GUN C*CKS]

[YELLS]

[PANTING]

Aah! No!

[PANTS]

BATMAN:
|You get the docks...

...you stay in the slums.

That's the arrangement|until I get something on you.

[THE RUSSIAN CHOKES]

And then you can fight over|who gets the top bunk in Blackgate.

Got it?

The docks are yours.

Aah!

[GRUNTS]

[GRO ANS]

You broke him, you bought him.

You killed me.

[BATMOBILE DOOR OPENS]

I have a gunshot victim. Severe bleeding|in the shoulder. He needs assistance. Now.

[ANTON MO ANS]

Get away.

Put it down. Drop the gun.

No one shoot.

[GRUNTS]

It's over.

Give me the gun.

[ANTON GRUNTS]

[GUN SPLASHES IN WATER]

[CUFFS CLINK]

We've got him, sir.

I caught you on the news|missing that putt on the 12th.

Looked like a 5-footer.

But probably not as embarrassing as having|your club mysteriously launched into a tree.

Wonder how that happened.

What can I say? It was a glitch.

There was another one too.

It works too well.

I'm willing to put my life on the line|to do what I have to.

But it has to be mine.

No one eIse's.

Talk to me.

Reports are contradictory,|but from what we can tell...

...Cardinal O'Fallon was midway through|a sermon when all hell broke loose.

[SCREAMING]

Whole congregation went bug-eyed.

Started hallucinating, becoming violent.

RAMIREZ:
|They said a monster appeared.

A lizard man.|Eight feet tall, covered in scales.

He attacked O'Fallon.|Carried him into the crypts.

Sixth high-profile abduction this week.

Yeah. Got ourselves a real|growth industry here in Gotham.

[RAMIREZ AND ALLEN GRUNT]

You two mind giving me|a moment alone?

Well? You thinking what I'm thinking?

Speak up. I know you're in here.

Jonathan Crane, a.k.a. The Scarecrow.

It has to be. He's been at large|since that night in the Narrows.

CSI team found traces of that|weaponized hallucinogen he was peddling.

I'll follow the trail.

See if I can catch up|with O'Fallon's abductor.

The lizard man? You think he's real?

There's an urban myth circulating.|A cannibal.

Even money says he's real.

Here.

I'll keep in contact with this.|It's a wireless relay system.

Slaved to the communicator in my mask.

In case you're tempted to try|and track me with it, don't bother.

Signals are locked|with quantum cryptology...

...bounced through a dozen different|satellites. You'll never be able to follow it.

Loud and clear.

I've found some footprints.

Based on the size and depth|of the depressions...

...I'd estimate our monster|as weighing more than 300 pounds.

The trail's heading east. Stand by.

I'm following|the old 10th Street subway line.

Just coming upon one of Gotham's|celebrated ghost stations.

The bat.

You're supposed to be up in the sky.

Why you underground?|You break your wings?

I'm looking for a monster.

Ha. We all monsters here.

This one's different. A predator.

Ah, Killer Croc.

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