The Batman vs. Dracula Page #3

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And you're both pains in the neck!

Batman, you're one dead duck!

Garlic.

Eww.

Sir?

Your garlic bombs did the trick.

We have our test subject.

Anything, Sir?

Joker's not talking.

He won't reveal Dracula's resting place,

not so long as he has vampire blood in his veins.

Batsy!!

Joker has suffered a fate crueler than death.

I intend to bring him back to the land of the living.

With a little blood work.

Hey little girl. You shouldn't be out here.

Solar generator prepped and ready, Sir.

Joker's blood didn't withstand the sunlight.

I know you're near, Batsy.

I can smell the precious nectar pumping

through your veins.

Find anything of value?

To be quite honest, so much vampire lore exists,

that it is difficult to separate fact from fiction.

Carmilla Karnstein, the bride of Count Dracula.

According to legend,

her bloodthirst rivalled even his own.

It seems they were-

Meant for each other?

If Cupid's arrow could penetrate a heart so black,

there may be hope for you yet, Master Bruce.

Miss Vale.

It's Saturday night.

The dinner!

I completely forgot with all of this

blood sucking nastiness about.

The horror! The horror!

Tell her I'm running late.

Coming!

Miss Vale. Please, do come in.

Why do you torment me, Batsy?

I thought you cared.

Trust me Joker, I'm trying to help you.

Then feed me!

Got ketchup?

The grief must continue to affect Bruce.

I mean, no one ever really gets over

a trauma like that.

Master Bruce has his outlets.

He must fear losing those he cares about.

Which would explain his difficulty

in letting people get close.

You have been most patient, Miss Vale.

Do I smell garlic?

Uh, that would be dinner.

He isn't coming, is he?

Thirsty. Burning up inside.

I can't take it anymore!

Have mercy on a sad clown.

Dracula's resting place, where is it?

Don't you see?

The choice isn't mine to make.

I am his vessel.

Batsy, you complete me.

Stable.

Vicki.

Astonishingly, she still speaks the world of you.

Lunch.

It's about time, Batsy.

You're late!

Taste's a little off.

You sure this is fresh?

No games, Joker.

Where's Dracula?

I'm looking at him.

Where's Penguin?

Penguin?

Where's Gotham Cemetary?

Cemetary.

Am I.. am I dreaming?

No, just insane.

Which is why you're going back to Arkham.

The cure had an interesting side effect.

It seems when vampirism leaves one's system,

so does the victim's memory of it.

Perhaps for the better, Sir.

After all, Gotham can barely

accept the legend of the Batman.

However will they deal with the truth about Dracula?

Hopefully that won't be an issue after tonight.

Dracula's holed up in Gotham Cemetary,

where I intend to bury him.

Permanently.

Begging pardon, Sir.

You think your magic bullet may actually

destroy Dracula?

Dracula may walk like a man,

but he's a monster.

Wait, wait up! Wait!

Miss Vale.

Doctor Alucard.

Now you of all people should know better, Miss Vale.

Alone at night?

Yeah I know. The lost ones.

I wasn't planning on missing my train.

It may be some time before the next one arrives.

Would you like to join me? For a drink?

Uh, thank you, but I'm running late.

So I'll catch a cab.

Have a good night, Doctor.

Sorry Vicki.

Tonight, I have a date with Dracula.

You have reached Wayne Mansion.

Please leave a message at the tone.

Master Bruce, I know you are eager

to put an end to this reign of terror,

but would it not be more prudent

to wait until sunrise?

If you cannot guarantee your victory, Sir-

Gotham loses.

I'll need every advantage.

And for once it is a big morning that

the Batman has ahead of him.

Do get some rest.

After returning Vicki's call.

She's not picking up.

Sir?

Vicki.

Hi Bruce. It's Vicki.

You won't believe who I just bumped into.

Tall dark and weird? Oh, well.

I was hoping you might be around to rescue me-

Sir, it is many hours before daybreak.

I think Vicki's been patient enough.

Right then.

My children of the night.

Gather witness.

The blood wedding.

Vicki Vampira Vale.

So what do we call her? Mrs Dracula?

You misunderstand, Penguin.

Miss Vale lacks the bite I require in a mate.

Meet my true bride.

But she's-

Ashes?

Carmilla suffered the fate of immolation by sunlight.

An almost permanent death.

Mere blood cannot repair her,

as it would have punctured her heart.

To resurrect my bride,

she must feed upon the very essence of life itself.

Master, take my soul.

Joker's footprints.

So this is how Dracula bypassed the crosses.

I once tapped into these long forgotten catacombs.

Apparently so did he.

An unwanted guest.

The... lost ones?

Where are we?

I don't know,

but let's get everyone out of here.

You dare interrupt the ceremony.

You cannot win.

No human can resist my will.

Good boy.

Once my bride has had her fill,

I shall offer up your corpse as a wedding gift.

My bride!

Batman?

If my bride cannot have your soul, Vicki Vale,

I shall have your blood!

Run!

Go!

Maybe you didn't hear,

Master's not through with you!

It's scarcely midnight, Batman.

Sunrise will not help you this time.

No need to see you, Batman, I can smell your blood.

Master Bruce is triangulating his location,

from within the catacombs?

Come here!

I do hope this is a positive turn.

Count Dracula!

I will drain you dry,

and use your cape as a dinner napkin.

Oh dear.

Now where did you disappear to, my pretty?

Knock knock.

Here's Ozzy!

Impressive dwelling.

It shall be your tomb.

Bite this!

You may have cured

my human victims of their disease,

but no earthly medicine can cure

a supernatural affliction.

Go on, run.

I am beyond human, Batman.

I am evil incarnate. I am the prince of-

Darkness?

Rise and shine.

You are... Bruce Wayne.

I'm the Batman.

And you're dust.

I shall sweep that into the dustbin, straightaway.

Soon Master will... drink your uh, blood and stuff-

What am I talking about? Huh?

Treasure!

That's what I'm talking about!

Freeze!

Tonight, Gotham breathes a sigh of relief.

The lost ones have been found.

It seems Penguin was behind the bizarre plot

to use the hostages to recover

a missing mob treasure.

Though details remain sketchy due to

amnesia inflicted on the hostages,

apparently via some sort of hypnosis.

But the hostages are safe and sound.

And it now seems that the Batman was

unfairly blamed for Penguin's crimes.

So it is safe to say we can swap

his status from villain back to vigilante.

It was vampires I tell you, vampires!

With big honking fangs.

Good thing they've kept Penguin's pet

at Nest Warm back at Arkham Asylum.

Now here's a twist.

Instead of covering the news,

reporter Vicki Vale has become it.

See any vampires, Vicki?

Just bats.

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