Batman Unlimited: Animal Instincts Page #2

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to construct this tower.

By the way, Bruce Wayne is expected

to appear at the grand opening tonight.

Your tuxedo and invitation

are ready for you upstairs.

Try not to be late as usual.

- Good evening, Commissioner Gordon.

- If you say so, Wayne.

I hate these kind of things. I spend

the entire time dodging old ladies...

who think I can fix the potholes

on their block.

- Well, at least the building is impressive.

- I guess so.

But why build it?

Might just be the cop in me,

but I think Cobblepot's up to something.

Bruce? Bruce Wayne.

Over here, dear heart.

Good evening, Miss Windsmere.

Miss Windsmere? How could you, Bruce?

We're all close friend here.

More like a family, really.

- You must call me Gladys.

- Of course, Gladys.

Have you met our host?

This place is really something.

Oswald Cobblepot? Horrible man.

Nearly as rich as you, but so odd.

I'll fetch him for you.

- I don't believe you've had the pleasure.

- How rude of me.

Gladys, this is Police Commissioner

James Gordon.

Really?

Commissioner, there is this pothole

in the middle of my block...

and my driver simply can't avoid it.

Brucie baby.

- Oliver Queen. Hey there.

- What's the good word?

You know me, living the life,

living the dream.

I wish I knew you were coming.

I'd let you buy me dinner.

- Anything new on our furry freak friends?

- Nothing yet. I'll let you know.

Yoo-hoo. Here we are.

Bruce Wayne, meet...

Oswald Cobblepot at your service.

- It's a pleasure, Mr. Cobblepot.

- The pleasure is all yours.

Can you appreciate my Aviary, Mr. Wayne?

It's Gotham's tallest building.

Taller even than the Wayne

Enterprises Tower, I'm afraid.

It's impressive to be sure.

Did I read somewhere that you're planning

to lease out everything below this penthouse?

Stands to reason,

developments like this aren't cheap.

Did you see him waddle?

He's so disgusting.

Weird little penguin.

Building or no building,

he's not one of us.

- That freak? Never.

- And that beak of his? Dreadful.

I'll bet you'll get a heck of a view

of the Midas Heart asteroid...

when it passes by tomorrow night.

Mr. Cobblepot, are you all right?

I am indeed, my boy.

I am better than all right.

I am Oswald Cobblepot.

And this will be a night to remember.

If you'll excuse me.

Told you, odd.

Ladies and gentlemen of high society.

Welcome my little perch

at the top of the Aviary.

Thank you, thank you.

You were promised surprises tonight...

and here they are.

Gaze upon our ecological salvation.

Bumbershoot Mechanics presents

unmanned robotics.

Designed to right the wrongs that mankind

has heaped upon our environment.

Together we can steer this planet

to live harmoniously with nature again.

When humanity's greed poisons the Earth,

we will be there with solutions.

When our systems break down,

doing more harm than good...

we will be there to lend a hand.

When unimaginable cruelty

becomes the harsh reality of commerce...

we will be there to help.

Bumbershoot Mechanics cyber-animals.

Inspired by mother nature's

perfect designs...

and charged with the preservation

and restoration of the natural world.

We will be there.

- Those look just like the same...

- They are the same.

- Are you seeing this?

- Oh, yeah.

I've got the live feed

from your contacts.

Pull everything you can find

on Bumbershoot Mechanics.

Doing it. Oh, bring me home

a couple pigs in a blanket...

some sliders, and a handful

of crab puffs, won't you?

Hello? Yeah, I guess that's a no.

Allow me to present to you my genius...

the zoologist that engineered

these amazing creatures...

Dr. Kirk Langstrom.

Thank you.

Animals.

Nature designed them to fit harmoniously

into their environment.

Every aspect of their existence

serves a purpose.

Which is most assuredly not something

that happens with people.

That... That was a joke.

Langstrom. He'll know what Cobblepot

is planning. We need to talk to him.

No way Cobblepot lets anyone

get close to him tonight.

- Not here. Not dressed like this.

- Got it.

Okay, how do we keep tabs on him?

These cybers could be used

for unmanned exploration.

Tracking device. I just need

to get close enough to slip it on him.

- No, you don't. Give it here.

- Be careful with that, it's...

...surface of the moon

or as they soared through the air.

Man has strong animal instincts...

and these cybers will help explore...

Bull's-eye.

- Nice shot.

- Thank you.

These cybers can help us

tame the animal inside of us all.

That's enough. Shoo, shoo.

Three models now.

The wolf. The tiger. The bat.

Many more to come.

- Wonderful.

- Beautiful.

Can you imagine him at the club with us?

I don't know, I think he's kind of cute.

This evening is at an end.

I bid you all good night.

That's it. I said, good night.

How was the party?

Did you bring my snacks?

Answer the second question first.

Cobblepot is planning something big.

Bring up the map with the previous 11 crimes.

Eleven crime scenes all equal distance

apart from each other and the Aviary.

All but these two.

Those two? But why?

Because there's a crime scene missing.

Here. At the Gotham Zoo.

Where they have a pair of rare

California Condors on limited display.

That's it. Alert the others.

I'll take the car.

Oh, goody, more sewers.

I love sewers. They smell like...

We're here.

Grab the condors, complete the mission.

Understood?

- What's he doing?

- Quiet. He's listening.

What is it? What do you hear?

About time you guys got here.

Take them.

Split up and complete the mission.

I'll handle Cheetah.

The rest of you, find the others.

Dibs on the ape.

Careful, he's much more...

And he's gone.

I know, right?

That's my cue.

Come on, I think I know

where Man-Bat flew off.

How is your night vision, Batman?

We cats see in the dark, you know?

You dress as one of us, but secretly

you fear your animal nature.

You bury your animal instincts

beneath layers of duty and order.

Allow me to carve it out for you.

Not the toughest trail to follow.

I can see you.

Even if I couldn't, man,

can I smell you.

I thought you were Batman.

You, I'm not worried about.

Come on out, Silverback.

You know I'll find you.

I don't need to hide from you, Speedster.

I've calculated every possibility.

- They all end with you losing.

- We'll see about that.

I would say you were a worthy opponent,

Flash, but I hate to lie.

That's it.

Ha. Saying I hate to lie was even a lie.

Hey there, big guys.

I'll be out of your fur in...

No, don't do that. Scram.

Cats love trees, Batman.

We love to climb higher and higher.

Your trinkets won't help you.

Whoa!

Let's see you shoot now.

That's funny. That's a good one.

Hey, Croc.

Okay, stop. Not funny.

Well, this is embarrassing.

I'm the world's fastest man,

I can't get beaten by a length of rope.

It's just a length of rope.

Sorry to break up the party, fellas,

but I gotta run.

Impossible. I calculated

zero means of escape.

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