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Previously on
"Gotham Knights"...

We've been set up.

Thousands have lined the streets

to honor the city's

fallen hero Bruce Wayne,

who Gotham has now
learned was Batman.

Wayne is survived by
his son Turner Hayes.

Your father had
Alfred. You have me.

This makes it look
like the person

who paid to have your
dad killed is you.

They think I killed my dad

because I wanted his money?

It's the bat brat.

The night he was killed, this
was found on your father.

All aboard the
Blackgate Express.

Uhh!

Your little attempt at escape

just made my job
a little easier.

He's in on it. They all are.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Robin.

We are marshaling

all of the city's resources

to hunt down these fugitives.

Harper and Cullen Row,
the Joker's daughter,

and Bruce Wayne's own son.

We're gonna find who
really killed my dad

and clear our names.

It's the symbol of
the Court of Owls.

They're the ones who
really run this city.

No one knows who they are

'cause if you find out...

it'll be the last
thing you ever see.

Negative, negative.

Clear.

Did you know about this?

Bruce shared many
secrets with me

but this wasn't one of them.

Bag and tag everything.

Let's go. Pack up
all the security.

But the irony...
People who couldn't

stop crime in Gotham
treating the man

who did like a criminal.

Bruce was my friend.

So was Turner.

Will you bag and
tag him as well?

Hey. This is totally you.

Matches your new hair.

And you clearly
don't know me at all.

OK. Now.

We got most wanted.
Wanted most.

Take 'em both. Decide later.

Guys. Only grab what we need.

I absolutely need this,

well, $1,200 jacket
and the matching kicks.

We discussed this.
It's more of a loan.

Once we clear our names,
we're paying it back.

Right. Just as soon
as the store pays back

all the child labor they
exploited to make this stuff.

Well, you know if you
victimize the victimizer,

then it's a victimless crime.

I'm not sure the law
sees it that way.

Just as long as they
don't see you, right?

Not exactly my style.

Mm-hmm. That's the point.

We gotta change up
our looks so that

we don't match our mugshots.

I really wish they'd
taken that turtleneck

when they seized
your trust fund.

Hey. You're a
fugitive now, OK?

You are no longer required
to be this boring.

Come on. What happened
to that guy who

grabbed the wheel and
wrecked the prison transport?

That guy that I know
you keep tucked away,

hiding underneath
all that cashmere?

Let me know when he wants
to come out and play.

OK, who tripped
the silent alarm?

Attention, shoplifters,

please make your
final selections

and kindly bring them
towards the rear exit.

Carrie? What are
you doing here?

Responding to a
burglary in progress.

You know anything about that?

As the manhunt continues
for Turner Hayes

and the band of
criminals wanted for

the murder of Bruce Wayne,

Mayor Hill announced
that he's created

a blue ribbon task force

spearheaded by District
Attorney Harvey Dent

to apprehend the fugitives.

No matter where the hunt
leads, we'll drag those killers

out of whatever sleaze-infested
back alley they're holed up in.

Um, I do not see
what the big deal is.

I just needed to pick
up some accessories.

You're all supposed to
be keeping a low profile.

Oh, and dyeing your hair blue
isn't exactly blending in.

This is Gotham.

You blend in by standing out.

We needed supplies.

Sure, we have our run
of this place at night.

Food from the kitchen.
Showers in the gym.

But clothes are another story.

Trust me... the lost and found

is... slim pickings.

But committing crime
isn't the best way

to prove you're innocent.

And how are we
supposed to do that?

Our leads don't lead anywhere,

and that detective who tried to

frame/kill us is dirty.

So, have fun calling
the cops on a cop.

And I'm not sure how
many clues we can get

from a watch engraved with

the symbol of some
evil bird cult.

Laugh while you can.

Court of Owls controls
this entire city.

They have eyes everywhere.

And yet no one has
ever seen them.

No one who lived
to tell about it.

Right, right, right, right.

"Speak not a
whispered word of them

or they'll send the
Talon for your head."

Let's just tell the cops.

No, really. A
nursery rhyme did it.

She's right.

We need something a little
more tangible to go on.

I have a friend working on that.

First two periods are cancelled,

and they're having
an assembly to

talk to us about Turner.

You'd think your classmate
becoming the most wanted

fugitive in Gotham
since Ed Nygma

would give us the whole day off.

He didn't do it, OK?

Come on.

Money from his bank account was

paid to the killers.

And if he were guilty,

then why would he ask me

to hack the banks to find out

how that money got there?

You... you did what?

Used his dad's Batcomputer

to try to prove he was innocent.

I'm sorry. I'm just
trying to figure out

which part of that
sounds more insane...

The fact that you hacked the
city's financial infrastructure

or that you did it
on a Batcomputer.

Do you understand how much
trouble you could've gotten in?

I'm more worried about
the trouble he's in,

because I'm his friend.

Well, you could
become an accessory

if you keep helping him.

Steph. He's going
to get caught,

and when he does, he's gonna
bring you down with him.

I mean, the guy
couldn't even figure out

his dad was Batman.

Where the hell is he gonna hide?

Hmm. Looks like someone

took a wrong turn at
cheerleader tryouts.

We don't have cheerleaders
at this school.

Hmm. Their loss,
'cause you are

rockin' that skirt, blondie.

- Thank you.
- Duela!

Duela, let her go.

She's my friend.
You can trust her.

I don't trust you.

Who the hell is she?

Stephanie. Hi.

I thought you said no one
else knew about this place.

She's the only other person.
Duela, put the knife down.

- Or what?
- Or you might

kill the one person who can

prove we were set up.

She's looking into
where the money

you were paid came from.

This is the hacker chick?

Hacker chick. Hi.

Stephanie... Brown?

As in Arthur Brown?

Are you the daughter of
the "Quiz Bowl" host?

I think I prefer
"Hacker chick."

'Cause that is what
this group was missing.

A celebrity game
show host's kid.

So, you're the one
who's gonna take

all those ones and zeros

and make 'em prove
we're innocent?

That was the plan,

until the GCPD impounded

everything in the Batcave.

So, the Batcomputer?

Harvey, have you
seen Detective Ford?

Uh, not in a while.

He's been dodging my calls.

Well, he better not dodge mine.

Is that his phone?

We better check on his team.

Uh... uh.

6 members of the GCPD task force

assigned to hunt
down the fugitives

wanted for the
murder of Bruce Wayne

have themselves
been found murdered.

The gruesome discovery was
made earlier this morning.

The GCPD declined to comment

on an ongoing investigation,

but sources within the
department say that

each of those detectives
was decapitated.

"Or they'll send the
Talon for your head."

Oh! Oh, I'm sorry.
What was that?

Maybe... maybe Duela
was right about

how dangerous and...
Say it with me now...

How real the Court of Owls is.

Why would they kill
Ford and his men?

Because they screwed
up killing us.

OK, OK. Say they are real.

Who is gonna believe us?

My dad would've.

If the world's greatest
detective was found

holding a Court of Owls coin,

I'll bet he knew
something about them.

Maybe he got too close to them

and that's what got him killed.

Oh, and now you want us
to end up just like him?

No. I want to pick
up where he left off.

And how do we do that?

There is one way.

But it's a terrible idea.

Never stopped us before.

They got Bruce's journals.

He kept records of
all of his cases.

I never saw any
journals in the house.

That's because
they're not in there.

Um, they're in his
office in Wayne Tower

in a secret compartment.

We'd have to break
in to get them.

You're right. That
is a terrible idea.

But we need to find
out everything we can

about who's after us,

and who would know better than

the last person they
targeted? My dad.

You know, this isn't
like breaking into

Daddy's liquor cabinet.

I know. It's more
like something the guy

who grabbed the
wheel and wrecked

the transport would do.

So, you swipe one leather jacket

and suddenly you're
a master thief?

No. But it's a
good thing I know

some people who are.

You do realize the first
rule they teach you

in thief school
is never return to

the scene of a crime, right?

Since when do you
follow the rules?

Uh, since Daddy's
power tower became

the most famous crime scene
in the history of Gotham.

Not to mention they'll
have doubled the security,

restored the motion
sensors we disabled,

and have redundant
cameras covering

every way in or out.

All but one.

My dad had a private elevator.

Goes all the way from the
lowest level of the garage

to his office.

Bypasses every security camera

and guard in between.

I always thought it was so
he could avoid the press.

I guess it turns out it was
because he couldn't exactly

roll through the lobby
dressed as Batman.

OK, but to even
access the elevator,

we need to break
into the garage,

and Wayne Security
patrols search

all the cars going in.

Except their own.

My dad used to say that every
strength is secretly a weakness.

OK, all due respect to
Daddy's Batproverbs,

but what the hell
does that mean?

It means the most
vulnerable areas

are the ones you're
not worried about.

Wayne Security vehicles
are equipped with

transponders that
automatically open the gates.

Their way of keeping
people out is our way in.

Oh, OK, so, your solution
to breaking into a building

is breaking into a car.

Nobody has to risk any more
than they already have.

I can go in alone.

Not gonna happen. I'm in.

Ugh.

You're gonna need someone
to keep the engine running.

And if you want to even

get the engine running,
you're gonna need me.

I was hoping you'd say that,

because I just happen to
know where a couple of

Wayne Security vehicles

might be lying around.

Whatever gets me
out of this attic.

Do you like numbers? I do.

They're the only things in
this city that don't lie.

So, let's talk numbers.

7. That's how many toe tags

our fugitives have racked up.

6. That's how many
grieving families

I've just had to talk to,

and they all have
exactly one question.

When are we gonna catch 'em?

But you know the number
that I'm most worried about?

34... your approval rating?

Zero, which is how
many leads you've got.

Actually, there is one.

Financial Crimes sent this over.

The night of the convoy escape,

every bank in Gotham was hacked.

They were digging
through accounts

belonging to Turner Hayes.

If they were escaping
from the convoy,

then Turner couldn't have been

hacking into banks.

So, somebody's helping him.

After he was arrested, who
was his one phone call?

Ms. Brown. Would you
come with us, please?

Is that a question?

More of a courtesy. Let's go.

We're clear.

Not too bad for a trust funder.

You know I wasn't
always rich, right?

Here we go.

Didn't think I'd
be back this soon,

did you, Wayne Tower?

Looks like somebody
gave you a brand-new

set of motion sensors.

I'll be accessing those.

And your cameras.

OK. No patrol on
the top level.

You two are good to go.

We'll monitor you two from here.

Be another pair of eyes.

And your fists if
it comes to that.

Let's hope it doesn't.

You guys are gonna do great.

Come on.

We're on a tight timeline

and I have an AP
history paper to write.

You think these journals have
anything in them about the Court?

I think we're about to find out.

Um, probably the wrong
time to ask this,

but what do you think happens

if they changed my dad's code?

Two dozen heavily armed guards

descend on this very spot.

OK, what's with the team
spirit all of a sudden?

You never went along with a plan

you didn't come
up with yourself.

All right.

Going along with Turner's
plan is a part of my plan,

one that involves getting
the hell out of Gotham,

and I was just about to
invite you two to join me.

What about clearing your name?

I would rather keep
it off a tombstone.

And you know, besides,
if we check out of here,

we get new names.

I'm kinda digging
the name Harper.

Whoa. Kidding. Hate that name.

Look, I'm just saying that if...

If proving we're innocent
means breaking into

a place that we were very lucky

to get out of the first time,

we are better off running.

Yeah, it takes money to run.

I got that covered. I
did some asking around

and this creepy,
little timepiece

is worth a whole lot
more than we figured.

An antiquities dealer
over on Brundle

offered up a number that splits

very nicely 3 ways.

And then what? Every way out of
the city is a GCPD checkpoint.

What makes you think you
can dodge that much heat?

You're sitting in it.

The... the GCPD isn't searching
Wayne Security vehicles.

That'd be like searching
the president's motorcade.

Heh. This comfort ride beauty

is our luxury
ticket outta G-town.

Come on.

I'll even let you pick
the radio station.

This is the last
place he was alive.

Come on.

We don't have much time.

It's a good thing you
know your way around.

That his most recent one?

No, it's from when
he was just a kid.

It's all about the
murder of his parents.

This was his first case.

Wonder what made
him dig that out.

Listen to this.
"Everyone, even Alfred,

"believed that a lone
thief was responsible.

"Joe Chill may have
pulled the trigger,

but he didn't
orchestrate the murder."

"The Court of Owls did."

Heh. You seriously
can't be thinking of

taking off with her.

Just because she's deranged
doesn't mean she's wrong.

True. Staying in
Gotham is suicide.

- Also true.
- I'm so tired of running.

All right? First from
Dad, now from this.

Yeah, a 6 by 9 cell in
Blackgate will fix that.

But they'll probably just
skip straight to a coffin,

which is a lot less roomy.

Do you even care about what
happens to Turner and Carrie?

- Not particularly.
- No one's talking to you.

I care about what
happens to you.

And if that were
true, you wouldn't be

asking me to run.

Cullen, what? I want to
stay and clear my name

not only because,
you know, I chose

the damn thing, but because
it's finally my choice.

You want to go with her? Go.

I'm staying for
Turner and Carrie.

And for me.

Look, I know you
want to help Turner.

And so do I.

I really want to believe
that he's innocent.

You can't seriously think
he had anything to do

with murdering his dad or
any of those detectives.

No. But I would buy it
from the Joker's daughter.

And the longer he's on the run

with criminals like her,

the guiltier he looks.

Just tell me where Turner
is so I can help him.

Before it's too late.

Is holding a press conference
to announce a manhunt

your idea of helping Turner?

Is hacking into every
bank in Gotham yours?

You know, not many
of Turner's friends

have a 4.0 in
computer science, so,

it seems like you
certainly have the skills.

Theft of corporate
and financial data

carries a 5-year prison
sentence, minimum.

So, I need you to level with me.

OK. I know two things.

One, Turner is innocent.

And two, if you had
any proof against me

other than my list of electives,

I'd be in handcuffs right now.

And I know not to say anything
else without an attorney.

Sorry. That was 3 things.

Yeah.

You don't want to
talk. OK. Fine.

Looks like there's
someone who does.

Yup.

OK. You sure?

Why would the Court
kill Bruce's parents?

I don't know. And
according to this,

it didn't start with them.

He believed they murdered
his great-great-grandfather

Alan Wayne.

The guy who designed
this building?

Yeah. My dad suspected

the Court had been hunting
Waynes for decades.

Centuries, even. He
was obsessed with it.

He drew maps, every
corner of the city,

trying to locate where
they gathered in secret.

What did he find?

Nothing.

"In the end, all
I was certain of

"was that the Court
was a fairytale.

"No more than a nursery rhyme

"made up to scare children.

"The only thing real was
my obsession with them.

Despite my efforts, I found no
evidence they ever existed."

I don't get it. He was investigating
the Court when he died.

Something must have
changed his mind.

Maybe it's in his last journal.

Uh, what's that?

Security alert.

Uh, guys? All the
security cameras

in the building
just went offline.

That's great. How'd
you manage that?

I didn't. And I don't think

security did, either, because

they just notified the GCPD

of a possible intrusion.

And now

the motion sensors are
going off on your floor.

Security? No. There's no
patrols on your level.

- Then who the hell is it?
- I don't know,

but if you don't hurry,
you're gonna find out.

- We're packing up now.
- Got his last journal.

Come on. Let's go.

Guys, talk to me.
Guys, what's happening?

I think we just met the Talon.

What the hell is that?

Security alert just
went building wide.

Wayne Security is

on their way up
to you right now.

Oh. Fun.

GCPD is already inbound.

You need to get out of there.

A little stuck right now.

We've gotta go help them.

- Duela, no.
- They're about to be

the meat in a
cop-Talon sandwich.

This is your last
chance to stay alive.

You can go with her if you want.

Not without you.

Duela, you can't do this.

You can't just abandon them.

Why not, Cullen?
Everyone abandoned me.

Enough times for me to know that

no one would ever come save me.

Let's go!

Come on, come on!

Uhh!

Aah!

Uhh!

Could use some help here, guys.

Come on, guys, we have to go.

Can't get out that way.
Garage is crawling with GCPD.

Well, we're definitely
not getting out that way.

- Then we're trapped.
- Uhh! Uhh!

There is one way.

How? Climb?

No. We fly.

Have you ever used
that thing before?

Don't answer that.

It's a 48-story drop, so,

you know... don't let go.

Ahem.

As advertised.

Genuine Sicolo.
Limited edition.

Skeleton dial.
Polished camphors.

Tells time, too.

You neglected to
mention an engraving.

OK, so, knock a few bucks
off the sticker price.

It's quite a unique feature.

Is this what makes
it so sought-after?

What do you mean, sought-after?

When I called around
to ascertain the value,

there was one potential buyer

who was quite interested
in this particular model.

Willing to pay a fortune.

And willing to pay even more

for the person selling it.

I don't get it.
Why would Duela

screw us over like that?

She's the Joker's daughter.

I'm surprised it
took her this long.

How much could she have possibly

been offered for that watch?

I'm not sure you want to
put a price tag on betrayal

but I'm pretty sure a
personalized engraving

makes it worth less, not more.

That depends on the buyer

and the engraving.

Oh, please tell me you
are not this stupid.

Unwise to insult the
person holding the gun.

Considering what's coming,

I would rather be shot.

You have no idea who
you're dealing with.

Nor do I care.

At this price point,
I don't ask questions.

Look... whatever
they're paying you

will be going towards
your funeral costs, OK,

because the Court of Owls
is not really in the...

The leaving loose
ends kind of business,

and that's what both
of us are dealing...

Aah!

No-no-no-no-no-no-no.

Uhh!

No!

Aah! Uhh!

Uhh.

Uhh.

Huh?

Uhh.

Hey! Come on! Get
me out of here!

Aah!

Hit the deck!

How many more of those you got?

Not enough.

- Run!
- Yeah.

Uhh.

Thanks.

Just change it every 12 hours.

No, I mean for
coming back for me.

Don't thank us.

If we'd gone with
you, we'd be dead.

And if it were up to us,
we would've left your ass.

You want to thank
someone? Thank him.

That was pretty
stupid, you know,

thinking that you
could go up against

the Talon like that.

I had help.

I guess that's why
I'm still alive.

Look, I know we all
wanna kill each other.

But if we stick together,
we have a better shot

at keeping the Court of Owls

from doing it for us.

Well, you almost got kabobed

getting Daddy's diary.

Was it worth it?

Yeah.

You ever stop to think
maybe you are, too?

Hey. Um... you're...
pretty good

with that sword, you know.

It's nice to know
Bruce Wayne's kid

can wield more than
a dessert fork.

You know, back in
my old neighborhood,

all I wanted was to
play street hockey.

But when I was adopted,
my dad insisted

that I learn martial
arts and fencing,

to get good at
them, be the best.

Lucky for you he did.

I don't think it was luck,

or coincidence.

Makes me wonder what
else he might've

been preparing me for.

What the hell are you doing?

You think ratting
me out is gonna

stop me from helping Turner?

I didn't rat you out.

Oh, really? Oh, what were you

in there doing for over an hour?

I told them that I did it,

that I was the one who
hacked those banks.

- What?
- I said that Turner

asked you to do it, but

you didn't wanna
break the law for him,

so, I did it.

To help my friend.

Why would you do that?

I just couldn't sit
here and watch you

screw up your life.

Not for that guy.

What about you?
Weren't you the one

lecturing me on
getting in trouble?

Just as long as I can
keep you out of it.

I can't let you do that.

You didn't ask me to.

I guess that's the difference
between me and Turner.

System says that they
accessed the building

using Bruce Wayne's
personal code.

What was taken?

According to the
inventory, just the sword.

Why risk coming
back for a sword?

I don't know.

Might want to ask the
antiquities dealer

we found impaled by one.

"They watch you
at your hearth."

Indeed.

I'm merely the messenger.

Well, I could've
saved you the trip.

Please let the Court
know that I'm as unhappy

with the hunt for Turner Hayes
and the others as they are,

and you can assure them that
apprehending the fugitives

is my top priority.

But I might have
more time to devote

to running our quarry to ground

if I didn't have to
keep covering things up

for their executioner.

Wha... you didn't seem

to have any complaints when he

eliminated your rival years ago.

Ha.

Have you forgotten
your debt of gratitude?

I haven't.

Just keep me in office so I can

continue to repay it.

I'm sorry.

I never meant for you to
get in so much trouble.

It's OK.

No, it's not.

Helping me is just too risky.

Says the guy who Catwomaned
his way into Wayne Tower

and almost came out way shorter.

At least now we know the
Court of Owls is real

and we can use this
to clear our names.

I just don't get how the Talon

even knew you were there.

I mean, you guys have to
heist your way in there

dodging security guards,
cameras, motion sensors,

and the Talon just

cruises in and out of
there without a trace?

Yeah, and that's not
the only mystery.

Look at this.

This is the last
one my dad wrote in.

Anything interesting?

Well, somebody
thought so, because...

they ripped out his final entry.

I don't get it.

Why didn't they just
take the whole journal?

I don't know, but whoever it was

doesn't want us to
know what he wrote.

Greg, move your head.