Batman Unlimited: Monster Mayhem Page #2

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in his field.

Looks like a heaping helping

of hot nothing to me.

Now me hungry.

Again? You just had pizza.

Grundy got fast metabolism.

Oh, no. Let me go, please.

I'm just a video-game designer.

Hello, Gogo Shoto.

I like your name, by the way.

It's cuckoo c-c-crazy. Ha!

You're the Joker.

Always nice to meet a fan.

Please don't hurt me.

Hurt you?

Don't talk twaddle, genius. I need you.

Need me?

You see, I'm going to play

this amazing practical joke on Gotham...

...and I need your help to do it.

Take that, you zombie brain-munchers.

This Gogo Shoto really knows

how to make a video game.

You should get back to your training.

- What?

- Training. Your training.

I know. It's great training.

Watch me clear this level.

Yes! Completion bonus.

Solomon Grundy. Clayface.

Scarecrow. Silver Banshee.

That's a frightful four

if I've ever seen one.

Each of them a powerful enemy

in their own right.

Why join forces?

And why follow the Joker?

It's all tied to Gogo Shoto.

Why kidnap the head

of a video-game company?

Gogo's more than just a designer,

he's an artist.

His open-world games let you push

the boundaries of human experience.

You can do anything.

There's a rumor that in his next game,

you'll be able to be, well...

Be who?

Batman.

Multiple Batmans.

What a terrifying thought.

Hand-washing all of those capes.

The tea is Darjeeling.

The sandwiches are turkey.

- The pills are for your headache.

- Thanks, Alfred.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

For starters, you'd wash your own cape.

I've laid out the tuxedo and shined

your shoes for the gala opening...

...for the new Inca installation

at the museum tonight.

- That's tonight already?

- Yes, sir.

And since the dig was underwritten

by the Wayne Foundation...

...it would be impolite for Bruce Wayne

not to make an appearance.

All right.

Tell Dick and Oliver I want them there too.

I've got a bad feeling about this party.

Master Tim as well?

Oh, no. I hate the museum.

Why would I wanna look at a bunch...

...of boring old-fashioned ways to do things

when I have this cool tech to do it for me?

Gala is in an hour.

Try not to be late, as usual.

Oh, you're that robotic fellow.

Don't tell me.

It's Robotman, isn't it'? Mm.

Cyborg.

No, that's not it.

Why don't you just call me Victor, ma'am?

Well, if you insist.

Ooh. Feel that metal muscle.

Now, Gladys,

are you bothering our guest of honor?

Cyborg, Bruce Wayne.

I haven't had the pleasure in person yet.

It's a real honor, Mr. Wayne.

I suppose we have you to thank

for these amazing Inca findings.

Oh, no. I just signed the check.

It's Cyborg that's the big hero.

His radar told us where to dig.

Am I to understand that you discovered

some kind of magical Inca energy gem?

It's Rhodochrosite,

also called the Inca Rose Stone.

It's not magic so much as it's supposed

to be an excellent conductor of energy.

Fascinating.

If you'll excuse me.

Well, I'm enthralled.

Do go on.

Gentlemen, finally I found you.

How's things, Oliver?

You know me, Bruce. Living the life.

Yeah, yeah. Living the dream.

Dick and I were talking about

what we did last night for Halloween.

Speaking of which,

anything from our boo crew?

Not a thing. How's security here?

Gordon's had it locked up tight

since this afternoon.

You expecting Mr. Funny-Business tonight?

After stealing a hacker, an Al and a battery,

an energy conductor fits the pattern.

Keep moving. Stay alert.

The clown is up to something.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm Houston Raines...

...Channel Six weatherman

and tonight's master of ceremonies.

Thank you. Thanks so much.

You know, there's a lot of people who made

this amazing Inca discovery happen.

Bruce Wayne for one.

Big hand for Mr. Wayne.

Also Cyborg,

who actually found the Inca energy gem...

...which is amazing and historic.

Heh. I love this guy.

Why? He hasn't gotten a weather

report right in years.

I know. It's amazing.

But I also wanted to extend a big thank you

to...

- Me.

- Aah!

Howdy, Gotham City.

Miss me?

All units, hold your fire.

Gentlemen, you cut me to the quick.

I don't want any trouble.

Now, my friend, he loves trouble.

Open fire.

You're getting extinct, lizard-breath.

What the...?

Ooh. What a belt buckle you'd make.

It's a shame I have other plans for you.

Ha-ha-ha! Huh?

- Where'd he go?

- Anyone got eyes on Clayface?

Find him.

I don't think we got room, boss.

Never mind. I brought my own.

Let's ride.

I've got him headed north on Lake.

- Cyborg, Red Robin, cover me from above.

- En route now.

Nightwing, Arrow, cut them off.

You got it, Bats.

This is King Clown, good buddy.

Anyone got their ears on?

Dr. Crane here.

Doc, I've developed a tail

I want to get rid of.

Ha. Two can play that game.

Hoo-hoo! Close, but no cigar, Tin Man.

I got him.

Yes, Mr. Joker?

Do it.

What happened?

No clue.

Everything just started shaking.

I knew I should have driven.

It's like all the machines went haywire.

Red Robin.

I got him.

You good, kid?

Whew.

Yeah. Gonna need to walk that one off.

Hold on. Is your motorcycle laughing?

It must be a computer virus.

Where's Cyborg?

Beep, beep!

Citizens of Gotham, Joker here.

As you can see, my digital laughing virus...

That's DLV to you kids out there...

...TM BTW LOL.

has infected every piece of technology

in the entire city.

Power plants, traffic lights...

...everything on the digital grid

now belongs to me.

Bottom line, Gotham...

...nothing around here works

unless I say it works.

Which makes me king of Gotham City.

And believe me, there are gonna be some

changes around here.

For starters, Solomon Grundy,

he's now the sheriff of Gotham.

Which means, kids, he

runs the police force.

I happily accept this poison.

- Position. You accept the position.

- Right. Poison.

Let me introduce the rest of my cabinet.

Presenting the new baron

of candy and ice cream...

...mostly because

he looks like melted chocolate...

...Clayface.

I cannot tell a lie, I am proud to serve...

No, no, I hated that one.

Hey, can I get another take?

And then there's...

- Hey!

- No.

Finally, our guy

who handles everything else...

...the Scarecrow.

Gothomites, since all banks,

ATMs and accounts are offline...

...there is no money anymore.

So I will be redesigning

the economic system.

Information will be our new currency.

Spot a hero? Tell us,

and I'll let you use your car for an hour.

Neighbors planning a revolution?

Tell us, and I'll let you watch TV

for three nights.

Just a few of the new ground rules.

Don't worry, many more to come.

King Joker, over and out.

When I say "over and out," you cut it.

So, now?

Yes, now!

Think it's enough?

- Maybe he can't see it.

- Or maybe he's just not coming.

He's coming.

Batman, thank goodness.

All of our tech is down.

Cars, comms...

...even our weapons have microchips

coded to our fingerprints.

We're back to the Dark Ages here.

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