Batman Unlimited: Animal Instincts Page #4

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who dared to grace me

with their sidelong glances...

frightened whispers

and withering disrespect.

I am Oswald Cobblepot...

but you may call me The Penguin.

Gather round, children.

For I am certain many of you are wondering

about the spectacular light show in the sky.

It's of my doing. And it's all for you.

Well, your ultimate demise anyway.

You see, the Midas Heart is no longer going

to harmlessly whiz past the Earth.

I have altered its path

with my tractor beam.

And now, I will crash

the Midas Heart asteroid into Gotham.

Don't worry about me. I'll be safely

ensconced behind my force field.

And after you are gone, I will recover

the gold at the center of the asteroid...

and live happily, wealthily...

and free of your pathetic judgment.

Goodbye, Gotham City. Forever.

- You all right?

- I've never done anything like this before.

I can try to vibrate my frequency

on a molecular level...

But if you screw it up? Going that fast?

You're gonna splat against

that force field like a bug.

Calm down. You can do it.

I believe in you.

Thanks, man. I needed that.

Oh, come on. All right, just...

Please, just get off me.

There's no way we're getting

a car through all that.

Not a problem.

This is Commissioner Gordon.

We've got your entire

building surrounded, Penguin.

Give yourself up

or we'll be forced to bust our way in.

You're welcome to try, commissioner.

Go on, give it a shot.

I dare you.

Crack that shield open.

We have to get in there.

- What now, Commissioner Gordon?

- I don't know. I just don't know.

Take your best shot, Batman.

Let me try.

If I can get inside that force field...

I don't know what you're going to do

that we haven't already hit it with.

I'm going to walk right through it.

He can't do that.

He can't match my shield's frequency.

Where did he get a transmitter?

Langstrom. Curse him.

Silverback, send down the robots.

How many?

All of them. Tear him apart.

Flash, now.

Ace, come.

- Batman's hacked the robots.

- This is foul play.

He's brainwashed my babies.

Destroy him, my cyber children.

Crush him in your pneumatic jaws.

Show the Batman he has no place

in our animal kingdom.

Flash, it's up to you.

Get that shield down.

You got this.

I made it. I'm in.

Now you need to take out a receiver at one

of the robbery sites and get this shield down.

Give me a chance to catch my breath.

If I were a receiver, where would I be?

Follow the beam, right?

Great, they upgraded.

Here, boy.

Yes, the shield is down. Uploading now.

Don't worry, Bats. We've got your back.

- Where are we with the upload?

- Over halfway. Sixty-five percent.

The asteroid is still headed

right for us.

- And without the force field...

- Survival probability at 0.0 percent.

Well, that's my cue to exit, I believe.

Trust me, it's been a thin slice of heaven

working with each of you.

What? Where are you going?

I would take you, but silly me,

I only built my escape pod for one.

Turncoat! Traitor!

I bid you adieu.

Penguin's getting away.

- Where's my upload?

- Ninety-seven percent. Almost there.

Oh, no.

Dr. Langstrom, please.

I know you can hear me.

We're trying to help you.

I'm sorry, doctor.

I can't let you do this.

- The computer virus worked. Good job, Robin.

- Oh, great. Good to hear.

- You sound distracted. Everything okay?

- Yeah, fine. I should go.

Dr. Langstrom, please.

Your body is changed, but not your mind.

Concentrate.

Dr. Langstrom?

I knew you could do it.

Let's get to the others.

We've got to get out of here.

I don't think so.

We're leaving. Even if we have

to go through you.

Take them.

Wait a minute.

I thought you worked for us.

Explanation:
our androids

have been compromised.

So the bad guys are down,

but what about the giant flaming rock?

Can we reverse the polarity

of that tractor beam?

I could. But the controls are out.

I don't have the parts to replace them.

I have a better idea.

Here's what we need.

Flash and Nightwing, collect parts.

Nightwing knows what I need.

Flash, you help him get them quickly.

Arrow, find me a new power source

for this console.

- I got it. Now, how do we get up there?

- Maybe we can help.

I'm going to rewire that antenna.

Flash, you're not done.

I need you to collect

the remaining receivers.

- Put them at the edges of Gotham.

- Gotcha.

Are you certain, doctor?

You'll have to fly above the antenna

in order to focus the signal.

Flash?

Last one. Finished.

- Arrow? You ready?

- Levels are good, Bats.

So this is gonna shoot that asteroid

back into space?

No. It's going to pull it

towards us faster.

Right. Wait. What?

Can't reverse the trajectory. I've rewired

the force field. Flash moved the receivers.

If my calculations are correct,

we should be safe.

- And if they aren't?

- They are. Now.

It's working.

Just a few more seconds, doctor.

Come on, doc, you can do it.

Brace for impact. Here it comes.

Oh, man, I can't look.

Gotham owes you a debt of gratitude,

doctor.

- Did we win?

- We did. Thanks to you.

Thank Robin.

He believed I was still trapped

in that nightmare.

No, I... Well, actually that's all true.

Doctor, it looks as if

the tractor beam power surge

burnt out all traces of the serum.

According to this,

you won't be seeing the Man-Bat again.

Thank you, Batman.

Thank you for giving me my life back.

You can't keep me locked up

like some kind of animal.

I hate prison. The food is terrible.

And the portions are so tiny.

You haven't seen the last of us.

So, you know, thanks, and stuff.

For believing in me.

Yeah. It's cool.

- We'll have to do it again.

- Sure. Whenever.

- Because I really...

- Dude, for the fastest guy alive...

you give the slowest goodbyes.

See you around, Bats.

Never a dull moment in Gotham City.

It's just a shame that Penguin got away.

Race you home.

Ace.

Greek Isles my foot.

Nothing ever works

like it's supposed to.

Thickheaded guidance system.

Oh.

No. Stay away.

No. No. No. Leave me alone!

Have you no sense of personal space?

I'll get you, Batman!

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