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'I saw what you did.'

You leave me no choice, Alfred.

You're fired.

Oh!

Chirp chirp

Alfred! Check it out.

All your work on the Upcoming Charity's made you famous.

Thank goodness it isn't a mug shot, Master Bruce.

Uh, say again?

Merely a frightful dream I've been having all night long.

Well, these aren't my pajamas!

That isn't my mud.

Tell me more about this dream.

♪ The Batman ♪

Uh, well, Master Bruce, as silly as it may seem

in the dream I was a... thief.

My father's heirloom.

I do fear the butler did it.

Let's go to instant replay.

Beep.

Remind me not to leave out any loose change.

I, I cannot remember where I went from there!

Sleepwalking, kleptomania and amnesia?

I surely require professional help!

There has to be an explanation, Alfred.

I doubt we'll be seeing

your mug shot in the paper anytime soon.

The Duncan, McCue and Wayne foundations

are only hosting the blind children's charity auction.

The real star of the event is a brilliant man

I had the honor of knowing during my travels abroad

the high priest of Sarkana.

'He's traveled all this way'

'to make a special donation to our cause'

'the famous Eye of Sarkana.'

And following the auction

my pad will be host to a rousing reception

in the holy man's honor.

Say cheese.

'Pardon the pun, McCue, but I heard'

'you were robbed blind last night.'

And the thief made off with a real painting.

Funny thing. There was no sign of a break-in.

The police seem to think it was some sort of..

'...inside job!'

It's my butler!

'Charles, where are you going?'

screech.

Uh, I'd better check on my butler.

That blasted vase must be here somewhere.

Bring the valuables to me.

Screech.

Alfred?

Now it's time for professional help.

'Sometimes, planting a homing device pays off.'

'Pull over!'

Okay, time to hitch a ride.

Thud.

Alfred, snap out of it.

Hypnosis.

Alfred, I command you to obey me.

Sorry.

Like clockwork.

'Actually..'

there was one hitch.

Now, you're a sight.

Get a grip. They're hallucinations.

Really vivid hallucinations.

Fool.

Attack!

Growl.

Finish him!

Dreams must end upon waking

but know you've disrupted nothing but a rehearsal.

The Batwave!

After stealing from you twice

and having a punch-up with The Batman

I should hope you'd have my head examined.

Everything appears normal, Alfred.

Then you and I were simply victims of hypnosis?

Not we.

When The Batwave sounded it jarred you

and the other butlers from your trance

but my hallucinations continued

hallucinations so powerful

they could only be the work of a spellbinder.

A spellbinder, sir?

During my studies in the Far East

I learned of a remote temple

whose monks performed a particularly intense

form of meditation believed to lead to that

which only few could achieve

the mystic power of the third eye

a state of awareness so pure or potent

one could project one's visions into reality.

So our three-eyed scoundrel

possesses an enlightened mind

and a corrupted soul?

If last night was only a rehearsal

I believe he's after a fourth eye.

The Sarkana gemstone?

And since Spellbinder somehow managed to implant

you and the butlers with hypnotic suggestions

he'll no doubt trigger you three to steal it for him.

Me? Steal from charity?

'You must lock me up at once!'

Well, it's no Arkham Asylum, but it should hold you.

I shall be quite comfortable here, sir.

Perhaps just some reading.

And a spot of tea.

Oh, and a telly..

To view live auction coverage of The Batman

trouncing thieving butlers, of course.

Right away then, sir.

How do you intend to resist the hallucinations

upon your next encounter?

By relying on my training.

The only defense against a spellbinder

is strength of mind.

'And there's the high priest of Sarkana'

'holding the box containing'

'the fabled Eye of Sarkana gemstone'

'said to be auctioned to benefit the blind children's charity'

'just as soon as our other host, Bruce Wayne, arrives.'

No sign of any zombie butlers there..

Or here yet.

- Where's Wayne? - This is embarrassing!

Zombie billionaires?

Spellbinder got to the whole blasted lot of us.

But how?

'The photographer!'

He was spellbinder.

He used the photo shoots to implant us

with hypnotic suggestion

triggered later by the sight of any clock

at its pre-designated time!

And now, The Batman's searching for butlers

when in fact, he should be seeking himself!

No sign of marauding butlers

and the auction's set to..

Bring the Eye of Sarkana to me.

Oh, dear.

If The Batman is found hypnotized.

Spellbinder might well discover

that he and Bruce Wayne are one and the same!

Of course! The Batwave could break Master Bruce's spell.

Blast. Think, Pennyworth.

There must be a way out.

Right, then.

And to help these children to mold the power

of inner sight my temple humbly presents

'the Eye of Sarkana!'

- Where is it? - 'It's gone.'

- 'What-what happened?' - 'Missing?'

Ah, my eye candy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Quite a sticky wicket.

You should never have put yourself

in my sights again.

Or are things not quite as they appear?

The Batman I most certainly am not.

Yes.

Hypnotized.

Could it be..

That you are..

'Master Bruce, snap out of it!'

Blindsided by a cheap trick!

It's what I do.

Well, here's lookin' at you.

Growl

clank clank clank.

Mine.

Years of meditation to become a common thief?

It seems that you're blind to the stone's true value.

The Eye of Sarkana will enhance my mystic power.

You saw what I could do before.

Now feel it!

A strong mind perceives its own reality.

Question is, how strong is your mind?

Bloop bloop bloop

thump thump thump.

No!

Thud.

A treat for all of the senses.

Wouldn't you say, Batman?

A strong mind perceives its own reality.

Its own reality!

'Spellbinder!'

What do you know? An eye for an eye.

'"Recovered gemstone fetches'

'eye-popping sum for charity."'

Well done, sir.

And this time it's Spellbinder

'whose photo made the paper.'

Well, now that the gem

and our prized heirloom are back in hand

if you don't mind, Master Bruce

I would like to make up the sleep I've lost

with an afternoon nap.

Pleasant dreams, Alfred.

Oh, no dreams, sir.

'I think we both had an eyeful.'

♪ The Batman ♪