Batman Unlimited: Monster Mayhem Page #3

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I know. It's a computer virus.

We're trying to hack it now.

That's not the worst of it.

With Grundy sheriff...

He busted you back down to beat cop.

Yeah. His idea of a joke, I'm sure.

I'm lucky the old uniform fits.

Do what you can from the inside.

Keep the peace at all costs.

All right. Anything else?

I'll be in touch.

I'm certain you don't need me

to mention this...

...but these gas generators

are only a temporary solution at best.

We've got limited battery power as well.

Would have been nice to have some

solar power, if Gotham ever got any sun.

Doesn't matter. Nothing digital works.

Plus, the clown's put a bounty

on our heads.

You know, if you snap a pic of one of

us now, you get an hour of video games.

- An hour, huh?

- Don't even joke.

Joker's got Cyborg.

He controls technology.

Now he's turning Gotham against us.

- How do we fight that?

- We find him.

Great. Why didn't I think of that, Bats?

How?

We get smart,

and do it the old-fashioned way.

Ah, where do we start?

In his original form,

Clayface attracts debris.

Like dust in clay.

Exactly.

Maybe one will inform geography.

Get a sample.

Well, there's plenty on Red Robin.

Nightwing, I've been recording audio of

Joker's dispatches. See if there's clue...

...to where he's broadcasting from.

- I'm on it.

Red Robin, I wanna know

why he needed the Inca Rose Gem.

Aye, aye, captain.

Hello again, my subjects.

Your old pal King Joker the First here,

with a very special offer.

I know how much you all love me,

so I'm going to let you throw me a parade.

And the theme is me.

Tomorrow night, I want to see Joker

balloons, Joker costumes, Joker floats.

We're going to show the entire world

how great Jokertown is.

I want results in two hours.

- Arrow?

- Let me say that Clayface...

...sucks up more particulates

than a vacuum cleaner.

Other than average dirt and grime,

here's the headline:

Higher-than-average concentration of mineral

salts, mollusk shells and coralline algae.

Mineral salts are sea spray.

Shells and algae are biological components

that make up sand.

That puts them somewhere on the coastline.

Good. Red Robin?

The Inca Rose Gem is an energy conductor.

He's probably using it...

...to boost the transmission signal, but

the source would have to be centralized.

Better. Nightwing?

- What is that thing?

- It's called a cell phone.

People used to use it to listen to music

and talk to friends.

- Oh, old-school.

- And?

And on every Joker dispatch, there's a

slight reoccurring noise. I've isolated it.

What is that? A church bell?

It's a navigational buoy.

They surround the docks.

Okay. This is the Joker's cycle.

I knew the gorilla looked familiar,

I just couldn't place it.

It's made of parts from a ride condemned

a long time ago that used to be here.

The abandoned fairgrounds

on the old Gotham pier.

Dummies. Dopes. Amateurs.

I am shooting a viral video here.

This is supposed to be reality.

Cinema verit.

And you four are stinking up the joint.

It's not my fault.

He doesn't understand English.

Grundy not used to pressures of fame.

Well, the industry isn't for everyone.

Me? Please.

You're chewing scenery so fast, I'm amazed

we have any left standing, Fatface.

Hey, unfair. The camera adds 10 pounds.

Yes? How many cameras are on you? Ten?

- Ho-ho-ho. That is it.

- Bring it, Claybrains.

You gotta be kidding me.

Hey, enough!

Save it for the video.

Keep practicing. I'll be back.

There. The Ferris wheel.

Whoa. That's some temper.

Those other heroes are

skulking around here somewhere, I can tell.

Search every inch of this place. Find them.

Hello?

Anyone in here?

Come out, old chum. It's only me. Batman.

Ah, you're over here, my fellow heroes.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

I'll be back With help.

I can hear you, old friend.

Ah, forget it.

Behind you.

You ain't taking him anywhere.

We'll see about that.

Anybody ever tell you

that you have a big mouth?

Don't do anything stupid.

Good night, old friend.

Go ahead and leg it, coward.

I'll find you.

Welcome, Nightwing.

You know, if my research

has taught me anything...

...it's that there are

so many possibilities.

And yet, in the end, it all comes

down to us confronting ourselves.

I'm not afraid of you.

Are you talking to me?

Or the man in the mirror?

Uh-oh.

Looks like seven years of bad luck.

Ah. That's some bad luck there.

- Quick, you have to get me out of here.

- No, he's lying.

It's me you have to get out of here.

- Stop it. You're not me.

- You stop it. I'm the real Gogo.

Well, can't you do something?

Look, one of you is Gogo

and one of you is Clayface.

- He's Clayface.

- He's Clayface.

How do you kill the flamethrower

zombie boss in "Armageddon Days 4"?

- With the sniper rifle.

- Sniper rifle. I knew that.

I'll pound you into mush.

Huh?

I don't feel so good.

So how do you get across the minefield

in level nine, then?

Are you serious? You trade your explosive

munitions for the map in the canteen.

Of course you do.

Huh?

This won't stop me.

Grundy coming for you, Batman.

Lights out, Grundy.

Come on out, archer.

I won't hurt you.

Much.

Think, Oliver, think.

You can't throw arrows at her.

You can't hide from me.

Good thing I'm not.

Ha-ha-ha. This is almost too easy.

Yeah. Almost.

Here's what I realized, Banshee:

You can't hit what you can't see.

Ha! You missed.

Strike three.

You're out.

Let's go deeper, Nightwing.

When did it start?

This need to stay in control?

This discipline? As a child?

Adult responsibilities

taken on at an early age, most likely.

Enough. Make it stop.

Identity crisis, I'd wager.

Please.

Because your nightmare...

...is that you are becoming the thing

you promised yourself you never would.

No.

Scarecrow will put an end to your pain.

What?

I conquered my fears at a very young age,

Dr. Crane.

What the matter, doctor,

is the Scarecrow running scared?

Heh. Scarecrow. That's a good one.

Tell the truth. This

is your nightmare, isn't it?

Back in the game, baby.

Got one more for you.

Nice work.

That'll be Mr. Giggles.

Be ready for anything.

Lookie here.

Seems that a cowpoke can't even rustle up

some supplies...

...without the cavalry showing up.

We've taken down your team.

You can't beat us all by yourself, Joker.

See, with my virus,

I control the computers in your vehicles.

So this showdown is not with me.

It's with them.

Make them roadkill.

- Nightwing.

- Right.

Let's get moving. Those toys won't keep

them occupied forever.

We still have a world to conquer.

Take this and get gone.

Freeze, Gogo Shoto.

What about the cybernetic automaton

yelling my name?

I'll take care of him.

Meet me at the time and place I gave you.

Get going-

I don't wanna do this, man.

You're shooting at me, Vic?

Here I thought we were friends.

I can't control it.

The Joker virus is making me do it.

You're not shaking me that easy.

I never did enjoy surfing.

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