Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman Page #2

- Nowhere.

Do they have to come?

Just for the next couple days.

I'm having trouble with some people.

I don't want you to have any problems.

You mean like Mama problems?

You live under my roof in my town.

You do what I say!

Fetch.

That's her.

Exactly what is it you hope

to discover?

What a beautiful young woman does

in her free time.

A pleasure drive then.

I see why Dennis the Menace

is one step closer to juvenile hall.

- How many stores does this make so far?

- Including the nail boutique, seven.

And not one sale on explosives.

You know, Alfred, I think I could use

a new watch.

You deserve it, sir.

Brown taffeta? What are they thinking?

It's a dressing room! The worst that

can happen is, I'll need a size 8!

Why don't you go rob gift wrap

or something?

I miss working for The Joker.

- Sir, could you help me?

- Sorry, I don't work here.

No, not that. See those men?

I'd rather they not see me.

If you could just help me get

to the escalator...

Okay. Usually, you only see things

like this in the movies.

Hey, wait! Miss Duquesne!

Who's she with?

Keep going.

Oh, dear.

You're good.

Here they come.

Hurry, get in. Unless you want

that lovely face rearranged.

- Hey, stop!

- You crazy?

- Who were they?

- Daddy's bodyguards.

You've just run off

with a very notorious woman.

I'm Kathy Duquesne,

daughter of Carlton Duquesne.

The gangster?

Yes, but we try not to use

the G word in front of Daddy.

This is interesting.

I think we're being followed.

Doesn't look like Daddy's goon squad.

Hope you're not expected anywhere.

You're on your own, Master Bruce.

We having fun yet?

Bruce Wayne?

What a photo op!

The most respected man in Gotham with

the daughter of the most disrespected.

Your father has a lot of competition

for that title.

I know. Most of them come to dinner

from time to time.

I used to wonder what it's like to come

from a respectable family...

...where there's no violence,

no vendettas, no victims.

What must that feel like?

I wish I could tell you.

It must feel like freedom.

Kathy, be careful.

You sound like my mama. "Be careful,

Kathy. Don't go scaring me, girl."

This was our favorite spot.

We used to come out here to paint.

She was a great artist.

She said I had the eye.

She said, "Honey, you could be

another Carrie Mae Weems."

What happened?

What happened?

She died. Isn't that

what always happens?

I'm sorry.

Everyone's sorry.

It doesn't make any difference.

Here. Bring it back sometime.

Or not. There's always plenty more.

Down, boys.

I met Batwoman. She confirmed they were

making the weapons at Penguin's factory.

- Who is she?

- I think Carlton Duquesne's daughter.

Remember the assassination attempt

on him 10 years ago?

Yeah, they missed him.

Hit his wife instead.

I think Kathy Duquesne blames her father

for that and a lot more.

Come on, she'd be biting

the hand that feeds her.

Think of the dough her old man has.

You can't buy peace of mind, Bullock.

Let's keep a tail on her.

I see Miss Duquesne is gifted

in other sports besides extreme shopping.

This bodes well for your suspicions,

does it not, Master Bruce?

Yes, Alfred.

- What's with him?

- I think he has some affection for this one.

He sure can pick them.

Relax, Penguin. We were gonna torch

the place for the money anyway.

I don't think you appreciate

the precariousness of our perch, Thorne...

...especially now that we have no factory!

If we're unable to deliver the rest

of our stockpile, we're dead.

The Kasnians will come after us

like wolverines.

We'll be begging for prison.

Duquesne says he can handle

the bat-broad.

She almost killed Batman,

for heaven's sake!

Normally, I would find

that commendable...

...but now it just proves

that Duquesne is out of his league.

We need some real muscle.

Whoever you want to bring in,

Penguin, is fine with me.

I can't believe this!

Who are they getting?

Who's better than you?

Penguin's not saying.

Get out. Get out!

First you click on the red crystal, then

the blue, then hold down the shift key.

Whoa! You got in!

I've raided a few tombs in my time.

She found the secret bonus level

to "Death Castle 3000"!

Nobody at school can figure it out.

The guys are gonna flip.

So is Alfred. He's been waiting

in the car for you all this time.

Thanks.

- Working late again?

- Yeah.

Fortunately, my boyfriend

is very understanding. What about yours?

Girlfriend! I mean, of course girlfriend.

After all, considering your reputation.

Not that it's bad or anything or any

of my business, because it's not.

I was just curious.

How red is my face?

Crimson. And no, I don't

have anybody special.

Am I that forgettable, Bruce?

I've managed to lose my shadows

for a while...

...and I thought I'd paint the town red.

Want to come along

and empty a few spray cans?

Excuse me, Kathy Duquesne,

Roxanne Ballantine.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Yes, I'm sorry.

- About what?

- I don't know.

So you never got married, huh?

Hard to believe. Here she comes.

Well, what do you know?

It's the trash picking up the trash.

Hey, K.D.

Looking hot.

You got some fries with that shake?

I know, not exactly

the book-club crowd.

- I suppose you know who owns this place.

- She should. I bought her her first parasol.

- Kathleen.

- Ozzie.

And Mr. Wayne.

It's been quite a while, hasn't it?

Yes. The last time was when

you stole plutonium...

...from one of my labs

and threatened to blow up the city.

Oh, yes, my more

rambunctious days.

Sir, your call just came in.

The vagaries of a restaurateur.

You understand.

Didn't know you and Penguin

had issues.

It's not the bird

that's bothering me, it's you.

- What kind of game are you playing?

- Game?

You dump your guards for a night,

and where do you go?

A club where the patrons

are your father's cronies.

It's like you want him to hear about it.

I'm not sure I like your tone.

I think I'll decide in the powder room.

So you've already landed. Splendid.

How soon before we can commiserate?

MostofaKamal86@yahoo.com

I can drop by your club tonight.

I assume you have a back entrance.

Oh, yes. I use it so much,

I'm thinking of installing a revolving door.

See you then.

- I said I wasn't to be disturbed.

- Oh, am I disturbing you?

Can't have that, can we?

How dare you? Release me at once,

you harridan, or I'll...

They're constricting.

They'll slice a penguin like a turkey,

unless you tell me who your new player is.

Who, Penguin?

Who's the big, bad boogeyman?

I can't hear you.

- Bane.

- Bane?!

No, run this way.

A bat-seeking missile for you, my dear.

You hear that?

Call for backup!

Time to burn a bat.

Come on, let's see those

pointy little ears.

- Stay together, come on.

- Hurry!

It must've been a heck of a floorshow.

I have to admit, not every date

I have ends with a police investigation.

You poor thing. Every time we're

together I seem to risk your life.

I'm sorry about tonight.

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