Batman Unlimited: Animal Instincts Page #3

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You like games? Here's one.

Pick the real one before I knock you out.

Thanks, guys. Thanks so much.

This place gives me the creeps.

Aren't you based in a cave?

Yeah. But that one has computers

and lights and stuff.

There he is.

Quietly.

- I got him.

- Don't.

Behind you!

Oh, Batman's gonna kill me.

Nice work. They didn't

give you trouble, did they?

- Are you kidding? Not even...

- Oh, no. Not even a little.

- I thought this plan was foolproof.

- Correct. I've requested back-up.

Don't worry. I got this.

- We're over here.

- Free us.

Don't let him get to the others.

- He's fast.

- I'm faster.

Estimated arrival in three, two, one.

Great. These guys again.

Dismantle the heroes.

You want me? Come and get me.

Look out!

Top priority is their air support.

I can help with that.

- What the heck?

- Thanks.

This is why I love cops.

Follow that bat.

Take care of him. This is my stop.

Collect that robot.

I need to run some tests.

Roger that.

Heads up, you've got construction

on 23rd.

- Perfect.

- I get you. On my way.

That's two.

Sorry, sorry. Took forever

to get my boots unstuck.

You wanna race? Because I can race.

I'm impressed. But I still think

I can do something you can't.

I can stop.

I'm getting routine movement function

but nothing from higher core processes.

I can try to reroute,

but this is some next level engineering.

Agreed. These things are built

to be tough and fast.

Langstrom is a genius.

Wiring is mostly copper.

Which explains why Croc

was at the copper quarry.

You guys want me to take a look

at anything?

Why don't you cop a squat, motormouth?

The adults are working.

Can I get Wi-Fi in here? No?

What are you playing at, Cobblepot?

Something's not right.

What do you mean?

- These robberies. In the last three, these...

- Animaniacs.

Good one. I was gonna say

The Furry Four.

Ha. How about the Flea Circus?

As I was saying,

in the last three robberies...

the robbers left behind

what they supposedly broke in for.

- Because we stopped them.

- No.

Because they weren't there to take anything.

They were there to leave something.

But what? We'll never hack these robots

without the man that created them.

- We need Langstrom.

- How do we find him?

That's the tracker we put on him.

Looks like the Animilitia has him

at Bumbershoot Mechanics.

Let's get him.

Nightwing, Arrow, you're with me.

Robin, find a way to hack these things.

I need to know what Cobblepot is planning.

What about me?

I need you to check every robbery location.

See if you can find what they left behind.

Do it fast.

Fast, he says.

Just leave it alone.

My animal allies.

- Report. Is our last receiver in place?

- Affirmative, Penguin.

It went down just like you said it would,

boss. Nobody suspects a thing.

Excellent. The Midas Heart

asteroid passes in less than 20 hours.

That's when we will strike.

We'll sneak in, free Langstrom,

and get out. On my mark.

He should be directly below us.

Now.

Surprise, bucko.

It's the archer.

That was my favorite hat.

End him!

Okay, they're after me.

Just like you said.

- It's Batman. He found us.

- Stop him!

Stay still, jumping bean.

If you want anything done right,

you have to do it yourself.

Get rid of him.

With pleasure, Mr. Penguin.

- Flash.

- I got him.

I can't believe you saved me.

Me too. I've never run up a building before.

I'm kind of shocked that it worked.

Wait. What?

Langstrom?

Just relax. This won't hurt a bit.

Now what? You can't take us both.

He doesn't have to.

You know what? You're so ugly,

I think it's an improvement.

Come, my Animilitia.

We still have much to do

before the fireworks begin.

- The bad guys got away.

- Not all of them.

Great. We got the one that doesn't talk.

What is he gonna be able to tell us?

Are we absolutely certain

Langstrom is Man-Bat?

It's him.

- Maybe the tracker fell off?

- I got it.

Man-Bat stole Langstrom's pants.

Man-Bat's blood contains human DNA bonded

with extracted genetic material from a bat.

Dr. Kirk Langstrom,

a zoologist with a focus on bats...

rumored to have created a serum

to grant humans a bat-like sonar sense...

to assist the deaf and the blind.

It was a noble

but incredibly experimental idea.

- You think he tested it on himself?

- I do.

I've analyzed his research,

and I think Langstrom is trapped...

transformed into Man-Bat.

I think The Penguin gave the creature

a place to belong in his Animilitia.

And if my calculations are correct,

the antidote I've synthesized...

should return him to human form

for three hours.

Whoa.

- Amazing.

- I'm definitely gonna vomit.

Oh, no. Batman?

- Did I hurt anyone?

- No, doctor.

You're under a temporary antidote

for your condition.

If you could help us, perhaps

we might be able to make it permanent.

I would like nothing more, Batman.

In the field,

I knew they would need protection...

so higher functions are re-routed

through to a secondary A.I.

Of course. That's how you did it.

Increase in current flow

allows superior speed and strength.

But the parts remain interchangeable.

That's brilliant.

So this is a transmitter.

Oh, yes, The Penguin insisted on a specific

dual vibrational transmission.

Tell me what you know

of The Penguin's plan.

Not much I'm afraid.

I was only supposed to design cyber-animals

for an unmanned exploration...

- ...and retrieval mission.

- Retrieval?

- Like digging through rubble?

- Yes. Of course.

You were right, Batman.

The robberies were just covers.

There's a reason the Aviary

is at the center of all of these robberies.

- Looks like an umbrella.

- It's a force field.

- Why?

- I don't know.

But this antenna is built to aim

at something.

Something that would require

a force field to withstand.

And my robots to pick through

the wreckage afterwards.

What could possibly cause

that much destruction?

The Midas Heart.

The Penguin is going to crash

an asteroid into Gotham City.

He's going to use the robots

to sort through the rubble...

- to retrieve the gold at the center of it.

- With three robots? That could take years.

Come on. We better get prepared.

Come to me. Come home, my darlings.

Careful with that, you dolt.

That operates the tractor beam.

- Why isn't my force field operational yet?

- Twenty more seconds, Penguin.

My darlings,

you've made it home just in time...

for the big bang

and the rain of gold to follow.

Go, join your bionic brethren.

It's working. It's working.

Tractor beam locked in.

Do it. Destroy Gotham City.

Your help has been invaluable,

Dr. Langstrom.

- I hate to do this.

- No, Batman, I understand.

Lock me up so I can no longer

assist this mad Penguin.

- Maybe the antidote will work again.

- No.

The serum has already

mutated and adapted.

But he helped us.

We can't just leave him locked up.

It's okay. It's better this way.

Batman, you should see this.

Greetings to the pathetic

and doomed denizens of Gotham City...

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