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Previously on Beware the Batman...

There will come a time,
when I will no longer be here.

I need to know that you will
still be protected when I'm gone.

Bruce Wayne, I'd like you
to meet Tatsu Yamashiro.

I've hired her to be your
new driver and bodyguard.

That's a good boy, Joe.
Just a little longer.

Shiny, shiny.

Hey! You just hit a girl.

No, I just hit a criminal.
You've given me quite a run.

Six warehouses, stolen hi-tech
electronics worth millions.

Really? Millions?

I just like the way they
sparkled, Mister, uh...

Batman.

Magpie.
Ooh! Nice belt.

Shiny, shiny.

- Can I have it?
- I'm using it right now.

How about a shiny pair
of handcuffs instead?

- Who are you?
- I... I don't know.

Just you and me, Lieutenant Gordon.

Mom's at an early meeting.

We're having eggs in a hole with bacon.

So, what perp are you after today?

First, it's Dad, not Lieutenant.
Second, "perp"?

Yeah, perp. Bad guy.

I know what perp means, Barbara.

Just figured maybe I can help.
Take a look at the case file.

And if I do a good job,
you'll introduce me to Batman?

- Not this again.
- Oh, come on, Dad.

I know he helped you out
with those Pyg and Toad guys.

Barbara, for all we
know, Batman could've been

working with Pyg and
Toad. I've told you before.

Batman is not a hero.

No one who takes the law
into their own hands is.

The vic's at Gotham
General. Mind wiped clean.

Freaky, huh, Lieutenant?

The dust here has been disturbed.

Lunkhead.

What do you know about Batman?

Uh, something of
a crime-fighter, isn't he?

More like a nut.

Dresses like a bat,
skulks in the shadows.

Well, "nut" is a relative term.

Compared to his enemies,
he seems quite sane.

Uh, no.
Sorry, still nut.

Gotta say, cushy lifestyle
you've got here, Major.

- I can see why you stay.
- I sense a "but" coming.

Don't get me wrong, I owe you
more than I can ever repay.

And I'm happy to stay until
your leg is healed. But...

Things are not always
what they seem, Tatsu.

Consider that before
making any decisions.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

Oh, come in, Bruce. We were
just having some coffee.

- Would you like a green tea?
- Thank you, Alfred, that would be fine.

So, how are you fitting into our
little family, Miss Yamashiro?

Alfred told me you were in
the military before this.

Stationed in Condac,

Wayne Manor must be a big
change from the desert.

Definitely a change.

But the Major's been
taking good care of me.

Major? Is that something
you called Alfred as a child?

Uh, yes, as a matter of fact.

- I didn't realize Alfred had...
- Oh, he didn't tell me.

It's just a little trick of mine.

I find, in business, it's helpful
to learn to read people quickly.

I notice that whenever
you call Alfred "Major,"

your voice lowers and
you unconsciously look up.

The same way a child
would look up to an adult.

If I was to guess, Alfred worked with a

member of your family
when you were a child.

Your father?
Was he M.I.6. as well?

Quite amazing, Mr. Wayne.

My father and Alfred did work together.
They were partners.

Before he died.

Why didn't you ever tell me
you had a partner who died?

He was in a car crash, an accident.

So, Tatsu, she's not
just an acquaintance.

- She's...
- My god-daughter.

I knew you might respond like this,
that's why I didn't say anything.

I don't like secrets, Alfred.

You are the very definition
of a secret, Bruce.

Tatsu is more than capable of
being your bodyguard and driver.

Test her, you'll see.

I had the Batcomputer do a
sweep of anything it could

find on Joe Braxton and
his connection to Magpie.

Braxton was part of some sort of
research team at Blackgate Penitentiary.

- What were they doing?
- Doesn't say.

But there were boxes from
Blackgate in his warehouse.

Could be the connection.

It says here there was
another member of the team.

A psychotherapist named
Bethany Ravencroft.

And she has a
practice right here in Gotham.

Huh?

Shiny, shiny.

You know, after we last met,
I couldn't help wondering

what makes someone put on a bat costume.

- Something to hide?
- Who said this was a costume?

Mmm, I like that.

You and I should be friends.
We've so much in common.

Not gonna happen.

What's the matter, bad boy?
Too much bird for you to handle?

Too bad, I was looking
forward to getting

my hands on that shiny, shiny belt.

Goodbye, my little bat.

Braxton.
Why did you wipe his mind?

I was looking for something
that belongs to me.

- What?
- Catch me and maybe I'll tell you.

I hope you can fly, Mr. Bat.

No one is going to cage this bird again.

Caged again?

Alfred, Magpie was a
prisoner at Blackgate Penitentiary.

That's the connection to
Braxton and Ravencroft.

I need to query the computer for women

between the ages of 25
and 35 who were there

when Dr. Ravencroft
conducted her experiments.

If I'm right, I should get a hit.

Lunkhead don't like you.

Lunkhead, you're not in trouble.
I just wanna talk about Batman.

Argh!
Batman not hurt Lunkhead again.

Barbara, sweetheart, now is not good.

Lunkhead, I'm sorry. I know it
was Batman who put you away before.

That he put you in a
coma for two months.

Lunkhead not go back to prison.

- Lunkhead been good.
- I know.

I just have a few
questions and I'll go away.

I brought candy.

I have a file with me from the
time that you spent at Blackgate.

It says you were involved in an
experiment, something about mind control.

Wanted to fix Lunkhead brain.
Didn't work.

More candy now.

Why would Batman care
about this experiment?

- Don't know.
- One more question...

Was there anyone else in
the experiment with you?

Lady, nice to Lunkhead.

In other cage.
Took her away.

Do you remember her name?

Margaret Sorrow.

According to the Gotham P.D.
database, she was a kleptomaniac.

A repeat offender that received
10 years, but served two.

Where is she now?

Unknown. Five years ago,
she just disappeared.

Right after leaving Blackgate.

Miss Yamashiro, I should only be
with Dr. Ravencroft for an hour.

You can get yourself a coffee
or something if you want.

Just don't be late.

"Don't be late."

Just breathe.

Remember, you're only working
for this marshmallow temporarily.

I need to punch something.

Mr. Wayne, I just wanna
tell you it's a real honor.

I'm a big admirer of all
the good your company does.

- Thank you very much, um...
- Cassie.

She's been fluttering about all day.

We don't get a lot of celebrities.

So, I have to ask. Of all the
therapists in Gotham, why me?

I was looking for someone
out of the public eye.

- I didn't realize you still use these.
- Inkblots?

More of a curiosity, really.

- See anything interesting?
- Just splashed ink on paper.

This is A. L. Coltrane of the IRS.

I need to speak to Dr.
Ravencroft urgently.

Cassie, I'm with...
you know who I'm with.

I know, but there's a man
from the IRS on the phone.

He's demanding to talk to you.

Something about a lawsuit and
falsified insurance claims.

He's really mean.

I am sorry about this
Mr. Wayne, I'll be right back.

I have no interest in hurting you.

Haven't you figured it out?
I can't feel pain.

One more piece they stole from me.

Let me help you get it back.

I understand what it's like
to fight your true nature.

And you're going to lose that
fight if you don't get help.

- But I'm afraid.
- Afraid of what?

That I've already lost.

What...

Hush now, little bat.
Let the curare do its work.

Just go to sleep.

Shiny, shiny.

Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.

Don't worry, I didn't
peek beneath the mask.

A person's secrets are sacred.

Magpie, I meant what I said. I can help.

Quiet!

Oh, sorry, that was rude.

I appreciate the offer, but
I've already got it covered.

Braxton created this
helmet to remove memories.

To reformat the brain's
hard drive, wiping it clean.

But with a little reprogramming,
I found a way to reverse the process.

To put the memories back.

My memories await.

First, though, yours need to go away.

I'd say it's been a pleasure, but
you won't remember I said it. So...

Goodbye, Batman.

What is this?

Whose face is that?

You don't know.
Two personalities in one body.

- Unaware of each other.
- What are you talking about?

Margaret Sorrow was part of an
experiment Braxton and Ravencroft

were conducting. For your participation,
you received early release.

No. They took my memories.
They stole them from me!

I'm sorry, but you did this to yourself.
Margaret Sorrow volunteered.

The experiment was meant to
strip the bad out of criminals

and in your case, it worked.
For a while, anyway.

They gave you a new name,
a new face, a new life.

But sometimes, the
bad is just too strong.

- It has a way of coming back.
- No. Lies!

I want to know who I am. And
she can give that back to me.

Don't move, Batman.

- You either, bird girl.
- Shiny, shiny.

Argh!

You're not going anywhere.

We don't have time for this, Lieutenant.

Help the Doctor, I'll stop Magpie.

No! You've destroyed it.
My memories!

I'll never get them back now.
What have you done?

We can find another way.
Margaret Sorrow's still in there.

Margaret Sorrow is gone.
There is only Magpie now.

No more shiny, shiny.

- Is the Doctor safe, Lieutenant?
- Shaken up, but fine.

She had no idea Cassie
was once Margaret Sorrow.

Makes sense. Different
face, different memories.

My guess, Magpie subconsciously
drove her here for revenge.

Well, now Margaret, Cassie,
Magpie, whatever her name,

goes back to jail.

Put her back in the
hole that created her.

- Is that justice?
- That's the law.

- Will I be getting the same justice?
- Yes, but not tonight.

Just so we're clear, nothing
has changed between us.

We aren't friends.
You helped me tonight, so I owed you.

But the next time we cross paths...

Mr. Wayne, your car is ready.

Mr. Wayne?
Hmm, someone's late.

Mr. Wayne, your car...

Mr. Wayne, maybe you didn't hear me.

Let the tests begin.