Batman vs. Robin

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I have half a mind

to report you for grand theft auto.

I'd like to hear that call.

"Hello, police? My son

stole the Batmobile."

You find this amusing?

A little. I called and told you

to meet me up here, didn't I?

But what does a town

that was wiped out by floods...

...have to do with the children

that have gone missing in Gotham?

Maybe nothing.

But I found it a little odd that every

one of them owned toys made here.

You could have shared

the information a little sooner.

An alternate response might be,

"Good work, Robin."

But I guess I expect too much.

I'm still a mile out.

Don't do anything till I get there.

Word of honor, I won't do anything.

- Remember, Robin. Justice...

- Not vengeance.

The original owner of this place

was a man named Winslow Schott.

A psychopathic killer.

Sent to prison 12 years ago...

...by the testimony of his son

and primary victim, Anton.

The son eventually took

over the business...

...did a damn good job of it

until the floods came.

Hardly major news.

How do you...?

Oh, right. Your specialty.

Victimized...

...children.

You're worried about the little ones?

Don't be.

You see, I love them...

...more than you could ever know.

Schott?

Anton Schott died when he was a little boy.

When the monster took away his innocence.

I'm not Anton.

I am the Dollmaker.

And I've done everything in my power

to help the little ones survive...

...in this sad, cruel world.

Psychopath. You'll pay for this.

Protect me, children,

as I've protected you.

I can take care of myself.

An alternate response might be,

"Thanks, Batman."

But I guess I expect too much.

Robin, no.

You're safe now.

I swear to you.

You're safe.

There are dying children

in those cages back there.

Some had to sacrifice

so that the others could live.

Shut up.

As children they're

helpless, but as dolls...

As dolls no one can ever hurt them again.

No one can.

You want to know about helplessness?

Let me teach you.

Why won't you listen?

Why won't you understand?

I love them.

I love them. I...

Shut up, damn you, or

I'll tear your heart out.

Do you hear me? I'll tear it out.

Justice, not vengeance.

Don't doubt your instincts.

What have you done?

What have you done?

You think that I...?

After all these months together,

all I've taught you...

...you revert to the assassin

your grandfather wanted you to be.

I could have done it easily, but I didn't.

Out of respect for you.

State police are here.

There are more on the way.

Who did it?

Figure it out for yourself.

Robin.

My God, Alfred, that was exquisite.

Every ingredient fresh and organic.

Shipped in daily

from a farm Master Bruce owns.

You cook, you clean, you run the household.

I'm impressed.

You should have seen me in my days

upon the stage, Miss Vanaver.

My Falstaff was even better

than my coq au vin.

He's quite the character.

When I was little, I was...

Well, let's say I was a very serious child.

Unlike the zany madcap you are now?

Alfred's the only one

who could ever get me to laugh.

After three months together,

I like to think I can too.

You can, Samantha.

You do.

That and so much more.

- There's something I want to show you.

- Your bedroom, I'll bet.

It's still early. Come take a look at this.

- A new hobby?

- An old one, actually.

The care and feeding of Gotham City.

Hm. That's one of the things

that drew us together, wasn't it?

The Waynes and the Vanavers

have both spent generations...

...trying to make this city great.

My father had a saying:

"Tomorrow is one dream away."

Sentimental words, I know...

...but they stayed with me...

...even after my parents were killed.

Rather than focus on the demons, on the

darkness, on all that's wrong with Gotham...

...something I've been guilty of

for too many years...

...it's time to focus

on how exceptional this city is.

And how much better it can be...

...will be...

...tomorrow.

But before we can build it...

...we have to dream it.

And luckily, I have the imagination

and the capital to do both.

And all they write about

is the billionaire playboy.

Not to worry. He's here too.

Unh, I was reading.

I must've fallen asleep.

What's...? What's going on?

Oh, and who might this be?

I'm Damian.

- Bruce's...

- My ward.

Well, he will be soon.

That's twice you've surprised me tonight.

Damian's had a difficult life...

...and I don't want those vultures in

the press corps descending on him just yet.

So we've been...

Keeping me a secret.

Only until the paperwork is finalized.

Then we'll proudly announce

the newest addition to our family.

I should have told you, Samantha, but...

No, there's nothing to apologize for.

You take in this unfortunate child

and give him a chance at a better life.

You have to do it your way.

I respect that.

Damn. Emergency board meeting.

- Is everything all right?

- I'll tell them to reschedule.

No. No, you should go.

We'll have other nights.

I look forward to them. Mm.

Mm. And I look forward

to seeing more of you, Damian.

I'll call you tomorrow.

You were awake the whole time,

weren't you?

Not the whole time.

She's very attractive.

A hair pretentious.

- Definitely a little shallow, but...

- What are you reading?

I've been working my way through Dickens.

- What did I do wrong now?

- Nothing.

Fact is, I tore through Dickens

when I was just about your age.

You ever see the 1948 movie version,

directed by David Lean?

Ra's al Ghul wasn't much of a movie buff.

Well, I am.

- Alfred.

- Yes, sir?

Popcorn. Drenched in butter.

And open up the screening room.

I'd reconsider the butter, sir.

Terrible for the cholesterol.

You know what, Alfred?

Let's be daring tonight.

- As you wish, sir.

- Coming?

Okay, but I'm not sharing.

I want my own bowl.

I think we can afford it.

That's a little better.

That's a lot better.

You didn't really think

I'd let you sneak out again?

You've got me under surveillance?

- I thought we were making some progress.

- You show me a movie...

...and that gives you permission

to keep me a prisoner in my own house?

It's for your own protection.

Bad enough you won't let me out

in public as Damian.

The least you could do

is let Robin have a life.

If you were a little more

trustworthy, I would.

You've never trusted me.

Trust has to be earned, Damian.

That works both ways.

Accessing open file on Anton Schott...

...a.k.a. Dollmaker.

Dollmaker deceased.

Case closed.

If that had been me dead

in one of those cages...

...would you have killed him then?

We have to be better

than our baser instincts.

I'm sorry about sneaking

out the other night.

And the night before that?

Not so much.

We stopped the Dollmaker, didn't we?

I was raised to be the ultimate soldier...

...a master assassin.

Nothing out there can hurt me.

Underneath that hard shell...

...you're still just a boy.

If that were true, you wouldn't be

taking me out on the streets...

...hunting psychopathic murderers.

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