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Legend tells of
a caped crusader,

Batman, guardian of New Gotham,

and his one true love,

Catwoman.

The Queen of the criminal underworld.

Their passion left behind
something extraordinary,

a daughter,

Huntress.

Half meta-human.

She has taken up her
father's mantle,

and under cover of the night,

fights to protect
the innocent and helpless.

Joining her in this struggle,

Oracle,

who was once Batman's protegee,

Batgirl.

She was caught in the cross fire
of the war between Batman and Joker.

Now she fights crime
a different way,

a master of the cyber realms,
a mentor and trainer to heroes.

Together,
they have taken in a young runaway,

Dinah, a meta-human herself.

With powers to open
hidden doors to the mind,

powers that she is only
beginning to explore.

Together, these three
are the protectors of New Gotham.

The "Birds of Prey".

My name is Alfred Pennyworth,
and this is their story.

Help! Help!

Sometimes, I just want to be
like other girls.

Now, why would you want to be like
everybody else? Normality is overrated.

Maybe, but I wouldn't mind trying it
on for size every once in a while.

I don't think it would fit.

Is it too much to ask for a social life?

For example, how am I supposed
to meet a regular guy...

when I spend all of my evenings
body-slamming scumbags?

Are you feeling okay?
This doesn't sound like you.

I can't even find anyone
decent enough to rescue around here.

Okay, that's just rude.

No. You do not mess with the outfit.

Look at this.

Do you have any idea how hard it
is to find clothes that look sexy?

Okay, normally
the bad guys don't bounce.

What the hell happened to you?

BIRDS OF PREY 1X03 "PREY FOR THE HUNTER"
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Jesse Reese?

Right.

I'm detective Claude Morton.
Just transferred from Bludhaven.

What can I do for you?

Well, they told me upstairs...

that if I'm looking for the bizarre,
I'm looking for Jesse Reese.

That doesn't sound too much
like a compliment to me.

It wasn't to them, but it is to me.

I heard you got a corpse
with a cause of death...

that could charitably
be called screamingly weird.

I'm tracking a killer with
a fairly bizarre M.O.

You mind if I take a look at those?

That's Arnie Graves.

Petty thief,
graduating from purses to wallets,

gets his chest cavity
burnt out by acid.

- Does that sound like your guy?
- It's hard to tell.

He never kills
the same way twice.

Although this does have
the special sick flair...

I've come to associate
with his best work.

So Bludhaven P.D. sent you all
the way over here to catch this perp.

No.
They think I'm nuts.

When I saw the murder
showing up in New Gotham,

I put in for the transfer myself,
and Bludhaven...

they were happy to get rid of me.

Now, my chief says
this guy doesn't exist,

that no serial killer would use
such a wide variety of methods.

- And what do you say?
- I say this one does.

That's the problem with only looking
for things you've already seen.

It makes you blind to the stuff
that's right in front of your face.

Yeah, well, I hear you on that one,
but you might just want to keep that...

opinion to yourself if you want to be
taken seriously around these parts.

Ask me if I care.

Anyway...

your Chief assigned me to work with you
until your partner gets back from vacation,

so I guess he thinks
I'm Mulder Jr. already.

All right.

Let's go track this thing down.

Hey.

How high was that?
What, ten stories?

Not nearly...

maybe five.

What?

What are you doing here?

Trying to track down info on a guy with
a big old smoking acid hole in his chest.

Any insights?

Yeah, maybe.
What do you know about it?

Just trying to help.

Bet I solve it first.

What do you say, cup of coffee?

Loser buys?

You know, I don't think coffee
is such a good idea,

and I'm not all that thrilled
about sharing information, either.

Why not?

I'll tell you why not,

because I don't even know your name.
I have no idea who you are.

I'm the girl that saved
your life, remember?

I'll tell you what, Detective,

this name thing's such a
big deal for you, fine.

You can call me Huntress.

That's still not good enough, I mean-

So did you find out anything
about that Acid Guy?

Nothing that makes sense.

That sample I took from Helena's clothes
is the same stuff that killed him,

which mean he was murdered by
exactly the same acid that he produces.

Two meta-humans hardly ever have
the same powers, so,

what acid guy ran into
another acid guy...

who just so happened
to be behind the dumpster?

- How likely is that?
- You mean an evil twin?

I think that sums up
our likelihoods issue.

I've been through all my research files,
checked the database.

I can't find anything on power duplication.
"SEARCH FAILED. NOTHING FOUND."

So we've got a meta-human
mystery on our hands.

- You know who we should talk to.
- Now wait a minute.

No one knows the meta-human
community better than he does.

- So you go talk to him.
- No,

he's not going to tell
a non-meta anything,

and we need to put an ear
to the meta-human street.

There's a meta-human street?

Yeah, just west of the Magic Kingdom.

- Fine, I'll go to No Man's Land.
- Thank you.

"No Man's Land?"

Are there metas there?
Can I go?

On Fourth Street, yes.
And not on a school night.

- How are you doing?
- It's exciting.

At home, I hated going to school.
There are no secrets in a small town.

I was a freak, and everybody
knew it. Everybody.

But here, it's like a fresh start.
I mean, no one even knows who I am.

Well, you know where my classroom
is if you need anything.

Do you have your schedule?

Locker assignment?

- Okay.
- Barbara?

You're channeling June Cleaver.

Right. Sorry.

Have fun. I'll see you later.

Okay, I'm Dinah Redmond.
I'm new. Thanks for having me.

Come on, Dinah.
We all want to get to know you.

Why don't you start
with where you're from?

Well, Opel, Missouri.

It's small.
It's not much of a town, actually.

However, it is where the term
"Zipper" was coined, so...

if any of you have zippers,
you have Opel... to thank for that.

And, that's where I'm from.
Can I sit down now?

Okay.

Invisibility,
that would be a good power to have.

Thank you.

Wade, hi.

Hi.

Listen, about Tuesday night,
I was wondering...

I know it's really short notice, but my
folks are coming through town, and-

Oh, oh, no, no.
I totally understand.

You need to cancel.
That's fine.

Actually, I was hoping
you'd come to dinner with us.

Nice deer in the headlights
impression. Very subtle.

It's... Wade, I don't know.
Maybe that's not such a great idea.

Don't worry about it. They're great.
You're going to love them.

I'm not worried about that.
Just... what if they don't-

Don't what?

See me the way you do.

Yeah, good point.

After all, you're funny and interesting,
maybe a little bit mysterious.

They'll probably run screaming.

They'll like you.

Know how I know?

How?

Because I do.

So,

give me an idea what gets
classified as bizarre in New Gotham.

I've seen some things there's
just no sane explanation for.

I left my sanity behind a long time ago.
It was slowing me down.

Yeah, I hear that.

I have seen perps...

that could shoot electricity
out of their hands,

who could jump ten stories
straight down, land on their feet.

Perps who could turn into bugs.

Is that a lot of little bugs
or one big bug?

Both.

Have you ever run across anybody
who could turn himself into water?

What, like a Liquid Guy?

No, that's a new one, even for me.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Morton, you know, we're talking about
things that no normal person could do.

That's because we're not
talking about people.

We're dealing with something
very dangerous here.

Don't ever make the mistake of thinking
those creatures are anything like us.

I think the word "Creatures"
is a little extreme, though.

It isn't.

Look... what if I could make all
this make sense to you, Reese?

What if I could give you the answer
to all the crazy things you've seen?

You all right?

Yeah, sometimes I...

I just get these headaches, they
knock me flat on my ass, like now.

Look, I got to go home.

We'll finish this conversation
in the morning, okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Building's closed, my friend.
You shouldn't be in here.

What do you want?

- I want you.
- Hey, man, I did nothing to you.

It's not about what you did.

It's about what you are.

Whoa, whoa, you really
don't want to push me. Back off.

I warned you.

"NO MAN'S LAND"
"COLLECTABLES"

No way you heard me.

Quite right.

Lime mandarin soap, with just
a hint of New Gotham grime.

I'd recognize that scent anywhere.

You smelled me.

Come, my delectable little peach pit.
Let me buy you a drink.

It's on the house.

Hey, Frosty.

- Helena, why such a stranger?
- You know, all work, no play.

The usual for me, Frosty.

And if memory serves,
vodka rocks for the lady.

Coming up.

So the mysterious
and provocative Huntress...

has chosen once again
to grace me with her presence.

It's been too long.

Funny.
To me it never quite seems long enough.

23 days, 14 hours,
7 minutes, and 3 seconds.

- Stop it.
- Can't.

To never forget a sight,
sound, taste, touch, or smell.

It's my gift and my curse.

I thought your curse was to be the meta-human
with the world's most annoying power.

Well, that too.

A meta pickpocket was killed
the other night.

It looks like by someone with the exact
same powers. Have you heard anything?

Nothing.

In fact, I've never heard of two metas
with the exact power overlap.

Do you think that's even possible?

I don't know what I think.
Something strange is going on though.

Thank you for the drink.

Yeah. No problem.

I'll put it on your tab.
Oh, no that's right, you don't have one,

because that would require
more than a semi-annual visit.

Tell me something,
is it the cocktail peanuts...

or the meta only policy that
makes you so uncomfortable?

I'm half-meta, Gibson.
The other half is human.

- So keep your eyes open, okay?
- They always are,

and you know they never forget.

Come on, Helena, how about another
round with us poor lost souls?

Hey, zipper girl.

How's it going?

Zipper girl?

What? That was a good one.

You got to call that, man.

- I'm outta here.
- All right, Frosty. I'll see you.

- Me, too.
- All right.

What the hell are you doing here?

I just... I'm skipping school.

Yeah, I can see that.

How did you find this place?

Have you been poking around
in my mind again?

Actually,
I looked it up in the yellow pages.

- What about the-
- Secret entrance?

Yeah, there was this guy out front.
I sort of saw him coming out.

Look,

school...

I'm not exactly fitting in.

Hard to do when you're not there.

Come on.
I'm walking you back.

I'm not going to be responsible
for you geting in trouble.

Technically, skipping is truancy.

Why is school so terrible?

Did something happen?

Not exactly.

I just thought it was going
to be different here.

You know, but people still stare at me,
and they won't talk to me.

I can see it coming.
It's going to be just like home.

News flash.
it's high school,

the closest thing our society
has to institutionalized torture.

They're staring at you because
every new kid's a freak.

I just don't see the point
of going to high school.

I mean, I already know what
I want to be, a superhero.

- I don't need algebra for that.
- You need it to have a normal life.

I don't want a normal life.

I want my life.

I've spent the last fifteen years hating
myself because I was different.

I'm done with that.

I am what I am, and I'm never
going to be ashamed of it again.

Not to interrupt the meta pride parade,

but you do know you can be
a regular person, go to school,

- ...and still be who you are.
- Yeah, I guess so.

I just wanted to see what it would be
like to be a regular meta, too.

Let me tell you something,
it's not all that's it's cracked up to be.

They call themselves meta-humans...

but the real word for what
they are is "Dangerous".

Okay, let me get this straight.

Every meta-human
has a different ability,

but you can't tell by looking
what they can do.

That's right.

And they look just like regular people.

They're everywhere.

Okay, so what you're telling me is
there's this whole secret subculture...

right underneath our noses?
Come on, man.

How is that possible?

A generation ago,
there was a man, a vigilante,

who prowled New Gotham's nights,
claiming he was fighting for justice.

All the while, and I'm not kidding
about this, he was dressed as a bat.

Okay. Now I know you're
messing with me.

A grown man who fights crime and he
does it dressed as a giant flying rodent?

I think it's safe to assume
he had some issues.

He called himself the bat-man.

Okay, that's creative.

I didn't make it up.

The point is, he attracted criminals.

It was a prestige thing to fight him, you
know, make your mark in the underworld.

That only explains why there are
so many criminals here in New Gotham.

- I mean, all meta-humans can't be criminals.
- Why not?

Their kind is drawn to crime.
They think they're above the law.

What about this flying bat
guy? He fought crime.

- He was a meta-human?
- No, no, no.

He was human all the way. He just,
you know, he had a scary dress sense.

Anyway, he vanished about seven
years ago, but the meta-humans stayed,

had families, built lives here.
They're here still.

Some even married humans.

You don't even want to know
how screwed up those kids are.

You know what I'm talking about, Reese.
I can tell.

All right, look...

I met this woman a few weeks back,

but she was no criminal.

People who have nothing to hide
aren't afraid to come out into the light.

Let me guess,

You don't contact her.
She comes to you.

Well, usually, she just sort of
shows up,

over a dead body.

Maybe we'll get lucky,
and another one will turn up.

It's the same killer I've
been tracking. I can smell it.

Easy, easy, it's okay.

I got some more in my car.

I'll be right back.

Well, well, another corpse,
and here you are.

- Why am I not surprised?
- Well, hello to you, too.

- What do we have?
- "We" don't have anything.

I have a crime scene, and you have
got to start answering some questions.

- It's Frosty.
- Wait a minute, you know this vic?

He's frozen. Somebody must've
killed him with his own power.

It's true, isn't it?

You're one of those meta-things,
aren't you?

"Things"?

- You think I'm a "Thing"?
- I don't know.

Why don't you just tell me?
What the hell are you?

I mean, you damn sure aren't normal.

Come on, look around you.
None of this is nor-

God, I hate when she does that.

- You're kidding yourself.
- What?

It'll never work between
you and Reese.

I'm his new partner.
First,

I made sure he knows what you are.

- And second...
- Second?

I'm about to kill you.

Okay, first you really should do
something about that headache of yours,

and second...

I don't kill easy.

Well.

It looks like somebody's
finally met her match.

Man. You came out of nowhere.
I didn't see you.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

The guy nearly killed me.

I tried calling Reese to warn him about
his new partner, the bad lieutenant.

He didn't believe me.
In fact, he kind of hung up.

This guy is as good as me.

Me.

First, we got acid guy,

who was apparently killed
by his own powers,

and next, we've got
a guy on ice.

Frosty.

One day he's making frozen margaritas,
the next day he is one.

I had to call Gibson and tell him.

He's getting the word out
for people to lay low,

until we can solve this thing.

This...

this cop...

seemed to take on your abilities.
He seemed to mimic your every move.

What if we're dealing with a meta-human
who can mirror other meta-human powers?

I still don't understand how I got away.

I got across the street,
and then suddenly-

I don't know... he just stopped.

Maybe his abilities have a fixed range.

Based on the street layout
where you got away,

it looks like minimum safe distance
is about twenty yards.

Great.

How do I beat a guy
I can't get close to?

I don't know yet.

Wait. You said...

you said he got a nasty headache
when you got near him, right?

Well, what if we can
use that somehow?

Yeah, but if I'm close enough
to give him a migraine,

then I'm close enough
for him to mirror my powers.

- I need to do more research.
- Research? People are dying!

We need a plan.

You know what? forget it.

Helena, come on, don't walk away.

You don't understand.
You can't.

You're not like me, like us.

Last night, I heard Wade's mother
telling him that I wasn't good enough...

for him, because I didn't
have legs that work.

Yeah, you're right.

What do I know about being different?

Barbara.

I'm sorry.
I really am.

And the truth is, even though Wade's
parents may be small-minded jerks,

they weren't trying to kill you.

Someone's murdering my people,

and I can't just stay here
figuring out what his favorite color is.

I have to find him.

I have to stop him.

Let me guess...

you're seeking safe harbor
in a stormy sea of normalcy,

a haven from the harsh winds
of societal misunderstanding.

Excuse me?

Why are you here?

- Well, my friend Helena-
- The delectable Huntress sent you,

with a message for me, perhaps?

No, what I mean is,
she doesn't exactly know I'm here.

No matter.

Welcome to my sanctuary away from
the prying eyes of an unkind world.

Can I interest you in a fruity drink?

That's a good shot.

Anyway. So, that's why
I opened up this place.

Right now it's a twister of a world,
and I'm the basement.

Dinah.

Isn't it a school night?

- She's saying you tried to kill her.
- She tried to kill me, Reese. Believe it.

That's not her M.O., Morton.
It doesn't fit.

How can you be sure?
How well do you know her?

She saved my life.

Yeah, what'd she get?
A cop in the pocket. How convenient.

These creatures are animals.
They think like animals.

It's nothing but survival.

Man, you think she gives a
damn about you. She doesn't.

What the hell are you doing?

What, not using your superpowers
tonight?

Why are you doing this to him?

Afraid that Reese here's going
to see that you're a "Thing"?

Reese, stop her!
She's crazy!

Let me down!
You're killing me!

Reese! Help me, Reese!

Shoot her!

For god's sake, Reese!

Shoot her!

Let him go, or I'll shoot!

Shoot her!

You going to pull that trigger?
He's the killer you've been looking for.

- Reese...
- You've got to see how this looks.

You're the one who's trying to kill him.
And you are one of those meta-human...

- creatures.
- What if I am?

You want to shoot?
Go ahead,

if you think you can hit me.

You're right.
I'm not like you.

Does that make it right
for you to kill me?

No.

No, it doesn't.

I expected more from you, Reese.

Reese!

Your turn.

Huntress!

Oracle! Reese is shot.
Get an ambulance to Fourth and Hennessy.

Huntress, what's happening?
Did you get away?

Yeah, I guess there's really
no substitute for experience...

when it comes to scaling tall buildings.

I must've gotten far enough away
from him to lose his powers.

Now I've just got to wait here
for him to catch up.

What?

There's only one way this thing's
going to end. Like you said,

I can't beat him,
but he can't beat me, either.

We're going to have to go down together.

Tell me where you are.
I'll come fight him with you.

If I don't stop him,
he'll keep on killing.

I can't let him do that.

Don't you do this.

Please.

You can't face him alone.

We'll figure this out,
just get out of there.

Huntress?

- Gotta go. Date's here.
- Huntress!

- Huntress!
- We've got to do something.

I can access the GPS from the comset.
We'll find her.

- I know what you are.
- Then you know you can't win.

You're killing your own kind.
Why?

I'm not your kind.

You're a monster.

And as long as even one of you exists,
I'm a freak.

This pain in my head comes from you.

Every time I get near
one of you, I change...

into something I don't want to be.

Into something I hate!

So I...

am going to destroy all of you.

And when the last one of you dies,

I'll be normal.

I'll be free.

And I'm the one in therapy.

You're going to die,
just like all of the others.

Maybe, but I'm going
to make you work for it.

You'll die, too.

I can live with that.

How does that feel...
twice the pain?

Subhuman bitch!

Back at you, bitch.

Helena... come on.

You're all-

Helena, no.

Helena...
this isn't what we do, Helena.

We don't kill.

Maybe death is too easy.
Maybe you should stay alive,

locked in a cell to rot, your head
splitting, thinking of what you've done.

There's a difference...

between staying alive...

and living.

If you want to know if I killed him...

I didn't. He jumped.

You look terrible.

And you don't.

Another perk of the meta lifestyle.
I heal quick...

on the outside, anyway.

I can't decide if I should thank you
for not shooting me...

or beat you senseless
for drawing a gun on me,

'cause, you know, "Things"
like me are dangerous and violent.

Are you saying that you aren't
dangerous and violent?

Absolutely, I am.
But not 'cause I'm meta.

Look, I'm just... I'm not used to-

No, it's time for you to listen.

Meta-humans are just people.

Not all metas are bad,
just like not all cops are good.

There's a lot of meta-human
criminals in New Gotham,

because there's a lot
of criminals here, period.

And as for me,

I'm half-meta, and I'm half-human,
and I am proud of both.

I never thought you killed him.

But...

beat him to a bloody pulp,
that one crossed my mind a few times.

Hey!

Why won't you just tell me your name?

Because the first time we met,

you asked me who I was.

But last night,
you asked me "What" I was.

I won't tell you my name.

You haven't earned it.

I'm sorry...

Gibson's so great.

Yeah. Give him time.

Hey... how did the thing
with Wade's folks go?

Short version?

Complete and utter parental rejection.

They just don't know you.

Not any more than Reese knows me.

And we can't really tell them, can we?

Think it's like from Morton,
you know, to hate yourself so much?

He didn't understand.

It's not what you are.

It's who.

Hey, what do you say we head down
to Gibson's... three of us misfits?

I think we deserve a night out.

Helena?

Damned straight.

And I can't think
of a better place to spend it.

Gibson's it is.

What happened to wanting
"To be like other girls"?

I got over it.

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