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After my parents were murdered

I was adopted by
the richest man in the city.

He took me in.

Gave me everything I could want.

Except the reason why.

In a city filled with orphans

why me?

Turns out, that wasn't
the only secret he was keeping.

He hid from the world
who he really was.

Behind a mask.

Point!

But then again, so did I.

Pretending to fit into a world
I didn't belong.

But it's only when you're forced
to take off the mask

that you discover who you really are.

Just saying,
you could've thrown the match

and had the next four weekends off.

Clearly,
I did not think this through.

Should I ask Brody for a do-over?

Deny your dad the chance

to have another championship
fencer in the family?

Hard nope.

Where is he, anyway?

He said he was gonna be here.

Guessing he had to work late.

Hey!

Who's up for a party at my house?

- Hi, Turner!
- Hey, Turner!

Hey, guys.

Oh, shit!

Nice reflexes. Thanks...

Carrie.

- We have trig together.
- Right.

Sorry, I suck.

Tell that to all the people here
to celebrate you going to State.

I don't know
half their names, either.

Desecrating your father's
house, I see.

Well, then, carry on.

Cressida, I'll make sure
this is all cleaned up.

Oh, I haven't seen a thing.

I certainly haven't seen
the amorous couple

making use of the billiards room.

Guys, come on.

There are 30 other rooms
in this place to hook up

and that's a 17th-century couch.

Technically, it's a canapé.

Stephanie?

Mom, I swear
we were just talking.

Yeah. Sorry, man. We'll...

find somewhere else
to pick up our conversation.

Somebody broke into the good stuff.

Your dad gonna be okay with that?

I don't think he'll miss it.

As your best friend,
I'm telling you he's not gonna miss

the 90-decibel fire code violation
in his great room, either.

I doubt he can hear it
from Wayne Tower.

Hey.

Okay, they're blind. We're clear.

And next time...
I'll ride in the cart.

Yeah, not gonna be a next time.

At least not with her.

Motion sensors are toast.

Come along, team.

Crime is money.

What?

Never broke into a place this fancy.

This place looks like a museum
had sex with a bank vault.

Yeah, not what I was thinking,
but yeah, also not incorrect.

Hello, hello, my pretty lady.

How many zeroes are you worth?

Duela?

Can we focus on our plan, please?

You mean, my plan?

That includes me
not-so-patiently waiting

for your sister to get the safe open.

Somebody beat me to it.

All right, I don't like this.

There you are, you .38-caliber cutie.

We got paid a hundred K
to steal an old gun?

She's not just any old gun.

She's the one Joe Chill used to
pop Bruce Wayne's mom and dad.

The barrel's warm.

It's been fired recently.

Okay, now I...
now I really don't like this.

Oh, my God.

We've been set up.

Go... go!

Hey, Dent. You don't wanna see this.

Bruce?

Freeze! Stop right there!

Suspects spotted
entering north stairwell.

Copy that, have visual confirmation.
North stairwell. North stairwell.

All units divert
to the north stairwell.

Okay. South stairwell it is.

What are you drinking?

You know how to make a...

"Coulda Hooked Up With Anyone
And You Picked Brody"?

I'm not sure I have
the ingredients for that.

Could I interest you in a

"At Least I Didn't Hook Up
With Olive Silverlock

In My Dad's Maserati"?

Here's to questionable choices.

Didn't say I was questioning mine.

You know he's just jealous
of you, right?

You have everything he wants.

Everybody, relax. I got this.

Harvey.

Turner...

It's your father.

I'm so, so sorry.

I don't even know
how to tell you this.

He's dead.

After what happened
to your parents... this...

I am gonna find who did this,
and I'm gonna make them pay.

That's what everybody said back then.

Turner,
there are gonna be some things

comin' out about your dad.

So I have to ask you this.

Did you know he was Batman?

He can't be Batman!

If he was, where is it?

Where's the Batsuit?

He would've told me.

Sometimes parents keep secrets.

I know my dad.

And he sure as hell was not sneaking
out at night fighting bad guys!

He would've told me.

It's gonna be okay.

Do you hear that?

Oh, my God.

It's true.

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

who he adopted
from the slums of Burnside.

Now twice orphaned,
Hayes joins the city in grief.

One that is left to wonder

who will protect Gotham

now that Batman is dead.

Dent.

Got an anonymous tip

on where Wayne's killers
might be holed up.

Good.

Guys, this is blood money.

This is the money
that is finally gonna get

you and me out of Gotham.

Okay? We didn't kill anyone.

An entire city thinks
that we killed Batman.

Which is exactly
what whoever set us up wanted.

I mean, why...
why else would they pay us

- all this money upfront?
- That's your complaint?

Really? That I didn't get them
on an installment plan?

You didn't even get their name.

Oh! Well, what was I supposed to do?

Ask for an ID?

Maybe a gas bill?
A canceled cheque?

You see, in crime

people who hire you
to do something illegal

usually don't want it
traced back to them.

Exactly. And now it only
traces back to us.

Funeral is starting.

If we wanna get out of here now,
now's our chance.

For years, you knew Bruce Wayne

as Gotham's
most prominent businessman.

And now you know him
as the city's savior, Batman.

But to me...

he was just my dad.

He had an entire city to save...

and yet he insisted on
saving one more.

Me.

Freeze! Back off!

When my parents were killed

he gave me a home.

He took a scared, broken kid

from the worst part of Gotham

and raised me as his own.

An orphan himself...

he was no stranger to how dangerous
and cruel this city can be.

But instead of retreating
into despair...

he became a force for justice.

A beacon of hope...

for all to look to
when hope seems lost.

What he stood for,
will always live on.

Because my father believed
that each of us could become a light

strong enough to defy the darkness.

Turner.

I just got word GCPD
apprehended the killers.

They found them with the money
they were paid for the murder.

I know it's not gonna...
bring your dad back

but I thought
you might find a little solace

knowing that... we got 'em.

No.

Not until I know
who put them up to it.

Turner...

We're gonna find whoever it was.

Are you sure?

With no Batman

who's gonna solve the murder
of Bruce Wayne?

The Mutant Gang

has claimed responsibility

for the fires that have
engulfed The Narrows.

Since the demise of the Dark Knight

who we know now
was the late Bruce Wayne...

I'm gonna go see Harvey.
See if he's made any progress.

- I'm sure he will keep you apprised.
- Maybe I can help him.

That might prove difficult
since you'll be in class.

- Cressida...
- I will let slide

the occasional pillaging
of the wine cellar.

Truancy is another matter entirely.

It's my job now to protect you.

Even from yourself.

Your father had Alfred, you have me.

Only I'll try to be
a bit more fun, eh?

Born in Arkham Asylum.
In and out of juvie.

Back in again.
Petty theft. Grand larceny.

Assault. Assault.

- Assault...
- And that's just the stuff

you know about.

I would like to speak with
my legal counsel.

Then you shouldn't have
shattered her kneecap.

She shouldn't have tried to get me

to plead guilty
to something I didn't do.

Got your prints on the gun
that killed Bruce Wayne.

Not to mention the pile of money
we found you with.

Who paid you?

- Cassamentos? The McKillens?
- I don't know.

Police found this on you.

So, is it true?

Are you really the Joker's daughter?

Is that why you murdered Batman?

You're saying I did it for the money

and then you're saying
I did it out of revenge.

So, let me get this straight.

Somebody paid me to do something

that you say I would've
happily done for free?

I mean, I'm not a big fancy lawyer.

I'm just a girl
with two working kneecaps.

But you two might
wanna get your stories straight

before you take this to a judge.

I'm not gonna ask you
how you're doing.

Thanks.

I'm not gonna lie
and tell you I'm fine.

Well, if you ever wanna talk or lie

I happen to be a very good
listener either way...

Hey.

You doing okay?

I'm fine.

Steph told me how rough
it's been on you.

It can't be easy.

And now the whole world knows
that your dad's Batman.

I don't know how you kept
that secret for this long...

Brody.

I didn't know.

Oh, come on,
you had to have known.

At least you don't have to keep
the secret any longer.

It must be a relief.

Hey!

Yeah. That's what I'm feeling.

Relief.

Turner.

Sorry, Brody was such a dick.

He was right.

The killers knew he was Batman.

Which means they knew
my dad better than I did.

I'm sure there's a reason
he didn't tell you.

Yeah, put it on the list
of things I'll never know.

Right next to who had him killed.

Give it time.

The GCPD is throwing
everything they have at this.

There's one thing they don't have.

The Batcave.

Do you have any idea
how powerful this thing is?

- No. Do you?
- Nope.

That's what makes me nervous.

And a little excited.

You think you can use it
to hack into Gotham National Bank?

Never hacked into anything
that secure before.

But I've always wanted to try.

Harper Row.

Straight A's. Honor roll.

But seven months
before graduation, you drop out.

Unlike you, I didn't take AP Calculus

so maybe you can do that math for me.

It's not math. It's history.

Mom left.

Dad couldn't beat on her anymore,
so he turned to his kids.

He didn't have a problem
with bisexual chicks in his porn.

But, having one under his roof
was another story.

I had to get me
and my brother out of there.

Your brother?

Cullen Row.

Really?

- 'Cause your birth certificate...
- Hey.

- Says you were born...
- Don't use his dead name.

Fine.

I got another dead name for him.

- Bruce Wayne!
- Ford!

Take a walk.

Sorry about that.

From what your sister told me

it sounds like you got enough
of that from your dad.

Look, I... I know what you're doing.

It's... building trust
through performative allyship.

Yeah, or maybe I'm just not a dick.

And maybe I know
that you are not a killer.

No, just desperate for money.

And then,
Duela just pirouettes her way

into Union Street Soup Kitchen
with a plan, a one-time robbery.

And you didn't know that the thing
she really wanted to take

was Bruce Wayne's life?

- No, I...
- I can make a jury believe that.

But that...
you can't make me believe that

'cause that's not what happened.

You're just trying
to turn us against each other.

I'm just trying to get the truth.

It was me.

I'm the one who killed Bruce Wayne.

I'll sign whatever confession
you want.

But my brother walks.

Who paid you the money?

I don't know.

Then we don't have a deal.

All we know
is that the killers were paid

a hundred grand in cash.

Let me see if I can run a search
for cash withdrawals.

Oh, yes, I can.

You get into Gotham National Bank?

I'm in all the banks.

At the same time.

Offshore accounts, slush funds,
shell corporations.

I could do some damage
with this thing.

Just get me the name
of who paid them.

I'll do the rest.

No.

Whatever we find,
we're turning over to the police.

I'm not helping you
become some vigilante.

That a match?

Seventeen withdrawals
over four days.

Same account.

Exact amount paid to the killers.

Whose account is it?

- Yours.
- What?

This makes it look like the person
who paid to have your dad killed is you.

That doesn't make any sense.

We better call the police
before the bank does.

I think they already did.

Turner Hayes, you have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

Gotham is in shock today

over the arrest of Bruce Wayne's

adopted son, Turner Hayes

who is suspected of masterminding

the billionaire's murder.

Get him out of those handcuffs.

Harvey, I didn't do this.

Hey, you listen to me.

You do not talk to anyone
until your dad's lawyers get here.

You understand me?

Listen, I know Turner.

Serial numbers
on the bills from his account

match the ones
the suspects were found with.

It doesn't make any sense.

Biological parents were murdered.

- Killer never found.
- Oh, come on, he was just a kid.

Now his adoptive father
is gunned down.

Once is a tragedy.
Twice is a pattern.

- Then what's the motive?
- Motive?

Three days before he was murdered

Bruce Wayne made an appointment
to alter his last will and testament.

Wanted to change the beneficiary.

Sounds like a hell of a motive to me.

They think I killed my dad
because I wanted his money?

Look, you're the sole beneficiary.

They could argue
that Bruce was planning

to cut you out of his will.

You mean, you could argue that.

You're the DA, right?

You told me not to say anything
without an attorney.

Turner, I talked to Cressida.

Your dad's law firm
is refusing to represent you.

Everyone thinks I did it.

No. I don't.

But I am having a hard time
making a case for who did.

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

Apparently,
it's a sixth-century Athenian coin.

Does it mean anything to you?

- Anything at all?
- No.

But there's a lot of things
my dad didn't tell me about.

On your feet.

Hey.

I've got you.

Oh, look.

It's the Bat-brat.

I bet you thought
it would be easy to frame me.

Since, you know,
your pops killed mine.

Little history, though.

Papa J ditched me
and my mom in Arkham

before my first tooth came in

when he started bangin'
this little...

this little size-two

get-out-of-jail-free card
named "Harley Quinn."

So I would sooner send your dad
a "thank you" note

than send him
flying out a window, 'cause...

I hate my dad.

But I guess we have that
in common now, don't we?

What's the matter?

What, you don't talk
to the hired help?

I did not pay you to kill my dad.

No. You just paid us
to take the fall for it.

You don't know how lucky you are.

To actually have a dad
who cared about you.

And you had him killed, to what

speed up
that little inheritance of yours?

You don't know anything about me...

- Get away from him.
- Harper, Harper.

I don't need you fighting
my battles for me, all right?

- I'm not.
- Then why'd you try

- and cut a deal to save me from...
- Hey! What deal?

What, you're gonna say
I pulled the trigger?

- No...
- She didn't have to!

Your prints are all over
the damn gun!

- Duela!
- Let go of me!

Break it up!

Settle down!

Cullen!

Get these animals cuffed and stuffed.

I'd like my one phone call now,
please.

Let's go!

Mr. Dent, did Batman's son
really hire the Joker's daughter?

It's an ongoing investigation.

I would advise the public
not to rush to judgment.

You're a friend of the Wayne family.

Will you be recusing yourself
from this case?

That's a fair question.

You want an answer?

I don't think I need one.

City's already convicted the kid.
You just need to make it official.

I'm practically his uncle.

Not sure that's the campaign slogan
I would've picked for you.

It's no secret you have your eye
on the mayor's office, Harvey.

And what better way
to announce your candidacy

than after putting away
an ungrateful adopted son

who bit the hand that feeds?

Or your campaign
can go down in flames

when the voters believe

that despite
a preponderance of evidence

you gave Turner Hayes
preferential treatment

because he's family.

Shouldn't you be using
your one phone call

to talk to a lawyer or somebody?

Right now, I just wanna talk
to someone who believes me.

Of course, I do.

You always could see
past the obvious.

When everyone acted
like I hit the adoption lottery...

you saw that for Bruce Wayne
to become my dad...

I had to lose two parents first.

You got me through that.

And now I need you to do it again.

Anything.

You found that smoking gun
with the money.

Now I need you
to find out who put it there.

No pressure, right?

Time's up, Hayes.

You're the only one
who can get me out of this, Steph.

I just wanna say,
great job back there.

With the fight.

You made it look so convincing.

That was supposed to be fake?

Well, the punches were real enough.

And much of the feelings behind them.

But we had to lure
the cops in somehow.

How else could we get our hands
on a few of their little trinkets

that we can use to get out
of these cop locks?

We all may hate each other,
but we'd hate being dead even more.

What are you talking about?

What, you haven't figured it out yet?

We didn't kill your dad
any more than you did.

Five minutes in a cell with you

and we knew you
didn't have the brains

to be the brains
behind this frame job.

But whoever is behind it
is gonna make sure

we have a little accident
inside Blackgate.

Because the only way this setup works
is if we all end up dead.

Unless you wanna join us
in getting out of here.

All aboard the Blackgate Express.

Let's go!

Time to pick a side.

What?

What the hell are you doin'?

Well, I'm trying to get
these stupid handcuffs undone

with this damn pin,
and it's not working.

Cullen and Harper had no problem
getting theirs off.

What?

What's it gonna be, Bat-brat?

Hang on to something!

Come out with your hands up.

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot.

She's got my gun.

And if you all don't back off,
I'm gonna give him back the bullets.

You're surrounded. We will fire.

Oh, what a coincidence! So will I.

No!

What are you doing?

What my father would want.

We can't prove we're not killers
by killing someone.

They don't care if we're innocent.

She's right, you know.

What?

He's in on it.

They all are.

Your little attempt at escape
just made my job a little easier.

Hope Daddy is proud of you
'cause you're about to join him.

No hard feelings, kid.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Robin.

Wait, I know you.

Carrie Kelley.

From trig!

We have to go. Now.

Tell me you brought the Batmobile.

No.

My mom's car.

Gonna be a tight squeeze.

Excuse me.

I'm not going anywhere with him.

We have to stick together,
or they'll pick us off one by one.

You almost just got us killed.

I know. I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

I call shotgun!

How did you know it wasn't us?

When you work with the world's greatest
detective you pick up a few things.

So you knew my dad was Batman?

He didn't exactly tell me.

Just kinda found out.

Mutant Gang threw him
off the roof of my apartment.

I dragged him to safety.

Not a bad way to meet your hero.

After that,
I became his eyes and ears.

Even gave me these.

Called me his little Robin.

You knew my dad
in a way I never will.

I knew him well enough to know

that you were the thing
he loved most in this world.

Not enough to tell me
who he really was.

Turner, he didn't want you
to follow down that path.

You both lost so much.

He was so impressed
that you never gave in

to the darkness like he did.

Your father may have been
a hero to all of Gotham...

but he always used to tell me
that his hero was you.

Look, unless we all wanna
be buried next to him

we might wanna get
the hell out of here.

In the wake of the violent escape
from a GCPD convoy earlier tonight

I want to assure
the citizens of Gotham

that 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...
Turner Hayes.

As well as anyone
who aids or abets them.

They'll be looking for us everywhere.

So we stick to the high ground.

Nobody really knows about this place.

So what's the plan?

We hide up here
until they hunt us down?

We're gonna find
who really killed my dad

and clear our names.

Look around.

A bunch of thieves-turned-fugitives.

Joker's delusional daughter.

A sidekick.

Batman's orphan.

We're a lot of things,
but we're not cops.

Neither was my dad.

Didn't stop him
from taking down criminals.

Hey. Over here in the back

I'm pretty sure
the guy who killed your dad

was that detective
who tried to do the same to us.

No, I checked.

Ford was accounted for
at the time of the murder

which means he was just
a part of the cover-up.

And he must've been
paid a lot to do it.

Swiped this from Ford
during our escape.

You know, it's a pretty nice watch,
even on a dirty cop's salary.

Figured we can fence it.

The engraving on the back's

definitely gonna ding
the street value.

Let me see.

We should've just let him kill us.

'Cause we're already dead.

Wait, what is that?

It was on a coin my dad had.

It's the symbol of The Court of Owls.

They're the ones
who really run this city.

No one knows who they are

and you don't dare ask,
'cause if you find out...

they'll be the last thing
you ever see.

How do you know all this?

Because while you were
being read bedtime stories...

I was listening to the warnings

that echoed through
the halls of Arkham.

"Beware The Court of Owls,
that watches all the time.

Ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch

behind granite and lime."

"They watch you at your hearth..."

"They watch you in your bed..."

"Speak not a whispered
word of them..."

No.

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