Batman Unlimited: Monster Mayhem Page #4

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Good doggie. Nice robot doggie.

You can beat this. I know you can.

Get out of here.

I'm not responsible for my action.

Maybe we can help.

You guys sure took your time showing up.

Water won't stop me.

How about this?

Is he going to be okay?

Get him to the cave. This isn't over yet.

Joker's still out there.

Sure, Batman took my hacker,

and now Gogo is gone-gone...

...but you don't see me complaining.

Nope, I've got my happy pants on...

...because it's time

to send this baby worldwide.

Why settle for Gotham

when we could rule the entire world?

Mr. Joker, I'll be uploaded

into the transmitter in only 10 hours.

Tonight at the parade,

we create Jokerworld!

- I'm not supposed to be here.

- I know.

Grundy runs the police force

like kindergarten.

We play games all day

long to entertain him.

The only reason I'm here at all is I'm

in the middle of a round of hide-and-seek.

We're taking Joker down

at the parade tonight.

Be ready. We're going to need your help.

You've got it.

Found you.

Yeah, I guess you did.

Almost there.

Sorry about the blindfold,

but we can't take any chances.

Whoa! This place is awesome.

- Do you mind?

- Go ahead.

Tell him what you told me.

Joker's got an Al to deliver

the digital laughter virus he had me build.

- Can you hack the Al?

- No, it's a closed system.

I can build you an interface

to physically hack the Al...

...if you can find the hard drive containing

it. - But we don't know where that is.

This is Joker with your news flash.

Gotham City prepares for tonight's parade

in honor of their beloved King Joker.

- I can get this off.

- Hold on. That's the Channel Six News set.

He's a good-looking guy, isn't he, Joker?

He sure is, Joker.

And after tonight,

the entire world will know it.

What's the forecast for the evening, Joker?

Ha-ha-ha. Looks good, Joker.

As long as we can keep the evening

free of horrible flying rodents...

...everything will be fantastico.

- I expect...

- Freeze it.

The Al is in the control-room mainframe.

Joker is going to try to send this virus

worldwide.

Computer, magnify image and search.

With the interface, you're gonna need

something else to get into the Al world.

Be on lookout for Batman and friends.

If you see him, tell me and I'll use this.

Come on, come on.

It's like Christmas morning,

except I'm waiting for world domination.

Ha, ha.

I was wondering when you'd show up.

It's not going to be that easy.

You're in my world now.

And I like things a

little, ha-ha-ha, crazy.

I can make you Fat-man.

Run, Fat-man, run. Ha-ha-ha.

- It's Batman.

- What? Where?

My mistake. I thought I saw something.

There he is.

No, no, over here.

Up there.

- Grundy reload.

- I don't think so.

No. I boss.

Boo!

You stink!

What? Quiet down.

- Boo!

- Huh?

Heh. Your explosives can't hurt me.

Explosives? No.

That was fast-hardening powdered cement.

Wait. What?

I'll crush you.

So close.

How are you doing, fellas? Are you good?

Looks like your amazing B-rex

has made more of me instead of less.

You can't win.

You can't beat me in my own game, Batman.

Game over.

Upload complete.

Who is that? She sounds lovely.

Looks like your virus caught a virus.

Come on, that's cheating.

- Cyborg. You're all right.

- How did you get out?

I don't know. All of a sudden,

my hydraulics unlocked and I rebooted.

- That's great.

- It's not.

I'm trying to fight it,

but my programming won't let me.

- He's still being controlled. Look out.

- Run!

Ugh!

Cyborg, stop-

You have to fight it.

You're more than a machine.

I can't. Get clear before I... Unh!

Sorry to do this, buddy,

but I can't let the Joker win.

He already has.

Too late, Batman.

Wha...? No. Quit it.

Betrayed by my own legs.

What a way to go.

At least I went down doing what I loved.

Mocking you, Batdork.

Bye-bye, boring world.

Hello, new fun Jokerworld.

Huh?

Huh?

You've ruined everything.

- What's going on?

- I think we won.

Everything's rebooting.

Welcome back, big guy. How you feel?

Like I'll be cleaning my hard drive

for a week.

Hi, sports fans.

You didn't really think I would transmit

my digital laughing virus...

...from only one location, did you?

Suckers.

He's got another transmitter.

We've got to find it. Fast.

But to keep you ocupado in the meantime...

Look out.

This day keeps getting better.

We're gonna need tech

to take that thing down.

What do you suggest? Everything's busted.

Cyborg, keep him busy.

The rest of you, follow me.

I know where we can get

some reliable equipment.

Is that all you've got, Batman?

One tin man?

This will be easier than I dreamed.

Huh?

What? Is this an antique show?

I never thought I'd say this,

but thank goodness for the history museum.

Come on, you hunk of junk.

Uh-oh.

Barn.

Gotta fly, spoilsports.

See you in...

...three minutes, when I rule the world.

Like the suit? It's new. Ha-ha-ha!

Gogo, are there any other transmitters...

...powerful enough to upload this virus

worldwide?

Not that I can find, Batman.

He would need a quantum computer.

Not even. A boosted quantum computer.

Got your back.

Less than a minute, Batman.

Cyborg's the transmitter.

CYBORG".

I'm the what now?

That's why your systems unlocked

before I beat the Al.

Joker must have the gem attached to you

somehow.

You're right, it's here.

Do I just yank it out, or what?

No, no, no. You could trigger the virus.

You have to connect the gem

to the Joker's suit.

The feedback should shut everything down.

Where do I attach this thing?

You need to find the central core.

But attach it to the wrong place,

and it's Jokerworld forever.

Great. No pressure.

Joker's suit is stolen military tech

built by Wayne Industries.

The Al must have found it

when it hacked Gotham.

Cyborg, I'm uploading the specs

to your subnet.

Foul. That's holding.

Five-yard penalty.

Get off me, you metallic bully.

Here goes everything.

Uh-oh.

Thanks for nothing, Gordon.

When we played hide-and-seek,

I let you win.

I fear it's back to Arkham for us, my dear.

Don't you ever stop talking?

Good night, Gotham City.

Quick selfie?

Hey, sorry about grabbing you earlier.

No worries.

Hazard of the job.

You got an iron grip, though.

We combed the bay, no sign of the Joker.

- He'll be back.

- We'll be here when he is.

I can always count on Gotham City

for a thrill.

Ugh, stupid plan.

Should've worked.

I should be king of the world right now.

Huh?

Oh, well, better luck next time.

Maybe I'll open a toy store.

Ooh, or a pizza joint.

I could open a restaurant chain.

I could call it Giggles.

I like the sound of that.

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