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Previously on batwoman:

Marquis is sick. There was an incident.

The joker pressed this godforsaken thing to my son's head,

and turned him into a monster.

I've been told that another buzz could cure him.

I am losing my mind!

The hallucinations are back.

I just need an edger until you get me the joy buzzer.

There is only one buzz left. Ryan needs it for her brother.

Your dad programmed your suit's al to speak with his voice?

- Dad, say hello to Mary. - Hello, Mary.

It's like you can talk to him again.

It seems batwoman is a no-show.

Oh, my god, that's why batwoman didn't show up.

She was here the whole time.

I'm sorry, Mary.

What did you do?

What if I were to give you something

that would make the joker wish he were you?

Let's have some fun.

J“ oh, sweet child j“

j“ oh, sweet child j“

j“ close your eyes j“

j“ it's dark outside j“

J“ oh, sweet child j“

j“ oh, sweet child j“

j“ close your eyes j“

Exactly where you said they would be, funny man.

Oh, my god. What are you doing?

Why isn't this stronger?

Alice, stop this.

Voltage and a conductor, they said it would work.

- Why isn't it working? - What are you doing?

Getting Alice out of my head!

Alice, stop.

- That could kill you. - Give it back!

Wait, wait. Just wait.

I told you I would help you.

And I found a place. It's in Switzerland.

It's near Geneva.

It's called the weibe kaninchen sanatorium.

They specialize in childhood trauma.

They can help you.

No.

No more cells.

No more institutions.

I cannot be in my head anymore. I want out!

Please, get me out.

I can't... please, please.

Please...

All right, batwoman. What's the plan?

How do we best handle our one wild and precious buzz?

Marquis showed us he doesn't have access to a sliver of humanity,

and thanks to Alice, he just got control of the batcave,

so however we get him, it's gotta be today.

And if this thing only has juice for one buzz,

I have to be the one to make the play.

So we lure him close,

and I hit him before he knows what's coming.

Or, alternatively, we give it to Alice.

Sorry I'm late.

You know she just gave Marquis the keys to the bat kingdom, right?

I just came from arkham

where I found her playing diy electroshock therapy

with a socket wrench.

She's not gonna survive her next psychological break.

We tried to help her. Alice made her bed.

Okay, Mary...

We know you feel a certain whatever for her,

but the buzzer created Marquis.

The joker created Marquis.

And if we're splitting hairs, he created Alice too.

Alice killed your mom, Mary.

Do you think I forgot?

You think I don't know how badly Ryan wants her brother back?

Or that the first time Alice ever met Sophie, she threw her off a 30-story building?

I know.

It is not like this is some easy decision for me,

oranyone.

But I believe Alice is capable of change. She just needs a chance.

Each one of you looked me in the eye a few weeks ago,

apologized for sidelining me,

and assured me I would have a voice on this team.

So this is it.

This is me using my voice.

This is... this is what I want.

I need to save Alice's life.

I just got a live urgent message from Marquis jet.

- Me too. - I think we all did.

What's up, Gotham city? We having fun yet?

Marquis jet hollering at you from a top-secret location.

The time has come, the day is here.

Tonight is the damn night. Ineed everyone to take to the streets.

Get out on your balconies, jump up on your car,

hell, climb to the tippy top of your corner church steeple,

because in five hours on the dot,

I'm gonna be shouting batwoman's true identity from the rooftops.

Spoiler alert, she's not the hero you think she is.

Tick tock, Gotham.

This is really happening.

Marquis jet is about to shut batwoman down for good.

We are still hours away from the batwoman name-drop,

but curiosity has already pulled some Gotham residents to the streets,

reacting to claims made by Wayne ceo Marquis jet

that he knows the Scarlet knight's secret identity,

and that we should all brace for disappointment.

No details beyond that were teased, but putting a face to the name

would certainly be the end of business as usual

for the caped crusader,

whose anonymity is key to her own safety, and those of her loved ones.

While various theories surrounding who's behind the mask

has been bouncing around social media...

- Guys? - Told you she doesn't knock.

I take it you saw Marquis' threat?

Ibeheve 10 million people saw Marquis' threat.

How on earth did he hijack every phone, TV,

and iivestream in this city?

He got into the batcave.

From there he found the computer, which led to Wayne's satellite,

which he used to override Gotham's ainnaves.

My dad created the tech in the event that Batman had to send an sos

to every person in the city at once.

Any chance you can trace the original feed back to its location?

Without access to the batcave, I was lucky to get a screen cap.

Well, that's not gonna help us.

What are you doing?

Do you remember how your father always repeated himself when he got mad?

- —Vividly. Why? - I can hear him now.

"Jada, Jada, Jada, you let my boy take on Marquis

with a smartphone and a dial-up?"

Mm-mm-mm.

I'm sure my tech team can pull a carrier-grade router

off jeturian's server farm.

Uh... thank you?

We don't have a lot of time.

We've gotta find Marquis and buzz him with that joy buzzer.

Where's Ryan?

That is such a good question.

Where's Ryan?

Right, uh...

Sophie, didn't Ryan tell you where she was headed?

Yes, I believe she said she was running an errand.

- Right, that's what I remembered. - An errand. She did mention an errand.

Where was it again?

Tell me why you deserve the joy buzzer.

Shouldn't you be out enjoying

your last few hours of superhero anonymity?

Yeah, I should.

Instead I'm here, doing my best friend a solid,

while the person who actually needs it

is out there threatening to destroy everything I've worked for.

Oh, you mean the brother you're scared is too good to be true?

Face it, ry—ry, you can blame Mary all you want,

but deep down in that little orphan heart, you need me to have that thing.

Oh, wow, Mary was right, you did stop making sense.

Or chances are you've spent the last few months daydreaming

about what it would be like to have a nuclear family.

Thanksgiving dinners, family game nights,

the comfort of a kidney should a new one become necessary.

Your desperation's showing.

What if you zap Marquis,

and that good little boy buried beneath that tacky clown suit

turns out to be doing just fine without his needy little sister?

Do you really wanna risk getting your hopes up

only to have him leave you like everybody else?

I'm your safe bet, Ryan.

Psycho or sane, you don't need me to love you back.

Our stingrays can simulate a cell tower.

Since our supercomputers are too big to walk through that door,

you'll need this, a secure access point

to the quantum computer at Gotham university.

Did you say quantum computer?

Your father had me fund the computer lab it lives in.

It seems only right you use it.

Greg, tell hershel to pull the generator into the alley.

Yes, ma'am.

This processor makes the batcave look like it runs on a hamster wheel.

Where were these resources when Jada didn't think we had the joy buzzer?

Dibs on not being the one to tell her. Any update from Ryan?

Not yet.

So, what's it gonna be, ry-ry?

Well, this was a waste of my time. Have a nice life, Alice.

I don't deserve the joy buzzer. Okay?

We both know that's what you wanted to hear.

But I do have a little piece of information

I need if you wanna live to see tomorrow.

What are you talking about?

Dare I say it's accurate to assume that Marquis is harboring

a wee little man crush on the joker?

Got a hit. Honing in on Marquis' location now.

- How does that make sense? - What are those?

His singular cell ID is pinging off ten different shops in Gotham square.

According to your brother, when he was 7,

the jokerjumped on his bus,

and whispered his big evil plan to destroy Gotham city once and for all.

Unfortunately for the joker, batty stopped him,

and dumped him in arkham before he could pull it off.

But curious Cathy over here wandered down to the caf,

and asked a few of the arkham lifers if Mr. Smiley-pants

had ever talked about what he had planned on doing that day.

Wow, did I ever hear the most interesting riddle.

He's moving, just really, really slow. Converting coordinates, adding altitude.

- He's not on the ground. He's in the air. - Marquis took the Wayne jet?

If the Wayne jet moved that slow, it would fall out of the sky.

What?

No, no, no.

What was it?

Tease them with a riddle, get them all outside.

What's wet and melts, and isn't snow...

But ends in genocide?

This isn't about my identity, is it?

That was just the draw.

This is about the joker's desire

to punish the city for worshipping the bat symbol.

It's about killing as many people as humanly possible.

And riddling this city with survivors as ugly as him.

How?

How does one person blow up an entire city?

It's gone.

He must've found the secret airstrip in the batcave's records.

What do you mean, it's gone? What's gone?

The bat blimp.

The game's changed. This isn't about my identity.

It's about luring 10 million innocent people to their deaths.

In one hour, Marquis is dropping acid bombs

over the city and destroying everything and everyone in its blast radius.

So we may be in a bar, dealing with the fallout

of Batman's greatest enemy without a joy buzzer,

or time to think straight, but we don't get excuses.

- No one dies today. Am I clear? - Crystal.

Good. Any chance you can hack into the controls of the bat blimp?

It's possible the coordinates are vulnerable to an lmsi-catcher.

- Need a "yes" or "no." - I can probably get it close.

Close is all we need. I need you to direct it to the gcpd rooftop.

Why? What are you planning?

So you can stop me?

It's that crazy?

Look at you figuring me out already. No time for details.

I need you and Mary to put your brains together

to get everyone in this city to take cover without inciting the chaos mode.

How? Not to throw shade on my own sex appeal here,

but you know I only have like 300 followers on socials, right?

The Batman trophies.

Chances are Marquis cleaned house on the bat weapons,

but he doesn't have access to the wing with the trophy room

without batwoman's DNA.

Between the mad hatter's hat and the condiment king's gun,

surely there's some kooky tool in there that can influence people's behavior.

Okay, let's say there were. How the hell do we get into the batcave?

I'm sure Marquis quadrupled security

since batwing and I got busted breaking into Wayne.

Jada's really not happy with me, but I may have an idea.

I'm sorry.

When you said we'd get our family back, I trusted you.

We will get our family back.

How?

That buzzer was the only way to save Marquis.

You knew that, and you still gave it away.

Having that buzzer in our possession wouldn't change the fact

that a blimp hovering over our city is about to douse our streets

with the joker's acid bombs.

We need to get people to safety.

I have connections, but I highly doubt the president of the United States

is going to take my call.

I don't need the president.

I need my mom.

To pick up her phone and get me Wayne enterprises back.

Do to him what you did to me.

If it were that simple, I would've done it weeks ago.

Marquis is smart.

His accounting is bulletproof.

And I'm guessing he's not hiding a billion-dollar vigilante fund.

But he is hiding something.

The ugly truth.

Jada, if you do mean what I think you mean,

there could be serious ramifications for you too.

I've risked everything to protect my son, and failed.

It's time I take a page from my daughter's handbook.

It's time to put the city first.

It's never good when your cfo calls you at Martini o'clock.

Who said that?

You think you can fire me?

You and who else?

Oh, the DOJ.

That's rich. Yeah, have fun with that.

Marquis jet's own mother,

business tycoon Jada jet,

just admitted to the decades-long family secret.

Three years ago,

Franklin jet was pronounced dead after a fall.

These allegations now throw that into question.

Meanwhile, the Wayne board has unanimously reappointed Ryan Wilder

to the ceo position,

calling her previous resignation "coerced."

That position would be reinstated immediately. Ms...

You think I care about Wayne? Or family? Or any of you idiots?

Don't you get it?

None of you matter anymore.

Luke, we're in. Jada's play worked.

Wayne tower was postapocalyptic.

So... ready to teach me how to do this?

Luke? Hello?

- Batcave to Luke. - Yup, I copy.

Just hacking into a nuclear bat blimp from a bar stool.

- Apologies for the three-second delay. - Okay. I'm at the computer.

Tell me how Marquis was able to hijack the airwaves.

Okay. Are you looking at the satellite access portal?

Uh, the thing with the dots and the numbers?

Let's assume, yes.

So you'll get a prompt, then you need to claim access to each of the satellites.

- Just click the box next to the satellite file. - Okay. Clicking boxes.

It's kind of creepy how easy this is.

I had to remind you where the power switch was.

Okay. Team doctor, not the techy.

I'd like to see one of your patient intake reports.

- I missed this. - What, me fumbling over

this electronic papenneight you call a computer?

Me too.

I'm two clicks away from controlling Gotham's ainnaves.

Cool. What did Sophie land on?

The penguin's umbrella.

Inducing Gotham into a hypnotic state via eye fascination.

That's brilliant.

Okay. Hey, get your hypno on. I just got into the blimp.

Batbar to batwoman.

- Just landed. - I'm in. Entering your coordinates. See it?

Got eyes.

I love you, morons.

What the hell was that?

Hey. Hey!

Why did we drop?

I have no idea, Mr. Jet.

The computer changed coordinates and locked me out.

Then put it in autopilot.

I did. Nothing is working, sir. It's totally dead.

Guess you two have that in common.

Luke, I need this thing to be a lot lower.

Yeah, trying. Something happened.

I'm literally staring at a ticking clock here.

Everything just dropped offline. I need some time to get back in.

We don't have time.

Wish me luck.

Hey, hey, what are you doing?

Taking the scenic route. Lord, help me.

I'm in the cargo hold now.

What do you see?

Please, tell me they taught you how to disarm a bomb at point rock.

Get me eyes on it.

Half a dozen drums,

all attached to a timer that tells me we have less than 15 minutes

before Marquis makes it rain acid all over Gotham.

Where do I start?

You don't.

I was expecting something more like cut the green, or purple.

I count at least four trip wires that would set this off early,

not to mention any other nasty hidden surprises

the joker might have left behind.

You touch any of those wires, the whole damn thing could go.

Where are we with evac-ing the city?

Just about to access the Wayne security mainframe and drop a hot tip now.

Get underground immediately.

Take cover. Wait for instructions.

Get underground immediately.

Take cover. Wait for instructions.

Get underground immediately.

Take cover. Wait for instructions...

- Come on, let's get going. - Come on, let's go.

Take cover. Wait for instructions.

Oh, my god.

It's working.

Penguin's umbrella is actually hypnotizing people to take cover.

Hear that, batwoman? We 're making progress.

- You out of there yet? - I'll try to re-route the blimp over the ocean.

Okay. Tell me you learned how to wire a blimp's controls at point rock.

Pretty sure piloting a giant combustible balloon

wasn't offered in basic training.

This thing blows, acid's still gonna rain down over the city.

Once Marquis realizes we took away his audience,

he could trigger the bomb at any moment, with you inside.

- I can't just walk away from this. - I'm not losing you.

You don't get to play the crazy card with me.

I'm not losing you.

Nobody's ever said that to me before.

Nobody ever will again.

Should've known you had something to do with what's going on below.

See, this is why I never wanted a little sister.

They ruin all the fun.

Your definition of fun is blowing up half of Gotham?

Why so pessimistic?

That means half the island lives to remember the day

that the bat blimp disfigured them beyond recognition,

and batwoman didn't save them.

Disarm the bomb. Everyone's taken cover already.

- Your plan failed. - Your plan failed.

Your plan to weasel into my life and steal mommy away? Hard fail, sis.

Disarm the bomb, Marquis.

What is this? Your last attempt to win Jada's love?

You save her screwed-up son,

and then maybe she'll apologize for leaving you in a drop box?

She doesn't love you, Wilder.

Take the hint.

I'm not doing this for Jada.

Right, the hero's burden, I forgot. You're doing this for mankind.

I'm doing it for my family.

Give me my brother back.

Give him back.

Please. I want Marquis, please.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that you're so desperate for a family

that you believed you could save me.

Batwoman?

Ryan? Ryan, are you there? Check in.

Ryan? Ryan, talk to me, please. Say something. Are you okay?

You think I'm gonna die before you buy me dinner?

We're on it.

J“ anywhere you go j“

j“ anywhere you go j“

j“ I '/I follow j“

This is worse than I thought.

Can you rewire the controls?

Not in two minutes.

I need to install a new system to steer this out of the city.

But you're Luke.

There's always some supergenius gigabyte-filled rabbit in a hat somewhere.

Right.

You're right.

My helmet's ai.

Whoa, okay. It can do that?

My dad designed the bat-tech to talk to each other.

The ai is the only thing that could override this nav system in time.

If I can dock it to the mainframe, we might have a fighting chance.

Wait, dock it? As in, leave it behind?

- Only way this works. - But that's your dad.

Sophie, give me a direction I can get to in two minutes and 15 seconds.

Copy, I'm on it.

Do bats have nine lives too?

Because I don't think you can hold us up much longer.

You willing to kill me, or die for me, sis?

I'm not letting go.

Is it just me, or is this evil plan unfolding exactly as I called it?

Look at me, doing something out of the goodness of my heart.

Surprised you didn't burst into flames.

Must mean I've really changed. Did this earn me the buzzer?

You really willing to ditch the bitch?

I watched my mom's head bobbing down a river.

I endured a life sentence in a monster's basement,

then had my head scrambled by a woman scorned.

And now I'm coming to you of all people for some magic key

to make the crazy go poof.

That must show you how desperate I am.

I don't see desperate.

I see a girl who lived a hell of a life, capable of change.

I can't do it on my own.

No, you don't want to do it on your own, because it's hard.

But if anyone can survive hard, Alice, it's you.

This is for Mary.

But deep down, Mary knows,

and I know, and you know, you are not the one who needs this.

J“ anywhere you go... j“

Thank you.

I mean it.

To be clear,

we still aren't friends.

And I can't help you with that.

Less than a minute, batwing. How much longer before it's operational?

Al's in. Just need coordinates.

Sophie, now.

These calculations were made when we still had two minutes.

You mean, we don't have time to get it out of Gotham?

Batcave, I need a direction asap.

Twenty seconds.

Sophie, coordinates.

Okay, 40 degrees north, 73 degrees west.

If we can't get it to the ocean,

we can at least get it to the city's most desolate area.

It's working.

Now get out of there.

You inspired me to be a hero.

- Thanks, dad. - I'm proud of you, son.

You and your team will save a lot of lives tonight.

Now go save yours.

Batcave to batwing, do you read?

Batwing, check in. Are you okay?

I'm here.

I got out of there.

- Hello? - Hey. What are you doing out here?

I got split up from my mom. I don't know where she went.

Okay. I'll help you find her.

Who are you anyway?

Call me batwing.

How is he?

His vitals are stable.

Physically, he's okay.

But until he wakes up, we won't know if the buzzer worked.

It's going to work.

Thank you for finding a way to make this happen.

I told you, you could trust me.

Ryan,

despite my mistakes,

you have exceeded my wildest dreams.

J“ 'cause the road we've walked... j“

I can't change the past, but maybe we can build a different future.

Marquis?

Baby, can you hear me?

J“ and even though I know we're fighting holding on and just surviving... j“

hi, mom.

J“ you make it better, better, betterj“

j“ better than this... j“

hey, sis.

Nice to meet you for real.

You have no idea.

How do you feel?

Like I need my little sister.

J“ we can get so depressed reach all our limits j“

j“ but I love you and there's no mistaking j“

j“ that you make it better, better, better... j“

seriously?

J“ ...Better than that better, better, betterj“

j“ you make it better 'cause you're the best... j“

Good for you, Beth.

J“ smile on, baby j“

j“goonj“

j“ the light you shine j“

j“ deserves to show j“

j“ how far you've come... j“

so, what next?

Well, now that we've got Wayne back, what's next is reclaiming this space.

As in, what is up with that tacky-ass TV covering my stained glass?

I mean,

what's next for us?

I thought we agreed you were gonna buy me dinner.

J“ you make it better, better, betterj“

j“ better than this and better than that... j“

Brought the champs.

And we're interrupting.

This is gonna keep happening, isn't it?

Probably.

Well, I for one am not gonna let a slightly awkward sensation

get in the way of our rare opportunity to celebrate.

I'm actually glad you're all here.

I need your help getting this place right again.

Starting with this.

J“ better, better, betterj“

That's better.

So do I wanna know what he did to our batcave?

Doesn't batwoman take a night off?

This is Gotham.

Home of the infectious reptile teeth,

dudes in pig masks,

a killer vine, causing my bestie to get her baddie on.

If I have learned anything,

it is to be prepared for everything at all times.

- Are y'all with me? - We're with you, batwoman.

Where else would we be?

Oh, I thought we were drinking.

You know what? You're right.

I'll just... okay. I'll take it with.

Let's get to work.

This is Dana DeWitt, live from the toxic scene

that could've destroyed Gotham city without the heroics of batwoman.

The city has advised citizens to stay away from the area

as they assess the hazardous air quality caused by the joker's acid bombs

that blanketed the neighbor...

Oh, my god, what is that?

Oh, my god...