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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-metahuman,
she has taken up her father's mantle...

...and fights to protect
the innocent and helpless.

Joining her in this struggle, Oracle...

...once Batman's prot¨¦g¨¦e, Batgirl.

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

Now she fights crime a different way:

A master of the cyberrealms
and trainer to heroes.

Together, they have taken in Dinah.

A metahuman herself...

...with powers
that she is only beginning to explore.

These three are the protectors
of New Gotham...

...the Birds of Prey.

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

To New Gotham High's
coolest graduating class.

- Back in town, baby.
Excuse me.

Sorry.

- What the hell?
- Didn't mean to...

Joey Norvillino.
Oh, good, it's me, Cam Henderson.

Remember, I used to tutor you in trig?

Whatever, geek.

See, that's exactly
why I don't wanna go to the reunion.

- I don't know why you're so eager.
- Because I feel confident.

That after five long years,
I'll finally be lauded...

...as the undisputed New Gotham High
Alumni success story.

Gibson, you sell Pez dispensers.

Rare collectibles, at an obscene markup.

How about you go as my date...

...and then we'll rub their noses
in my good fortune?

I always wanted to walk in
with a blond.

- I'm brunette.
- Brings me to my next question.

- Hey, pass.
- Hey, Gibson. Ha, ha.

Hey, baby, how about a refill?

How about you've had enough?

- Call me baby one more time...
- Is there a problem here?

- Not for long.
- Hey, I'm just trying to get a refill.

It's really very simple, Kyle.

The customer pays the bar,
the bar pays you.

Let's not mess with the system, okay?

I'm buying this round
so make it a domestic.

Sweetness. Ha.

There.

- Do we know each other?
- No, we don't.

Well, the night is young, baby.

Haven't changed a bit...

...have you, Joey?

Hey, Jack.

What's up?

Just having a little fun here, man.

Get lost.

Well.

- You all right?
- Ahem. Yeah, thanks.

The gallant return of Jack Barrett...

...unattainable apple
to your teenage eye.

And he still doesn't know my name.

Then the reunion would be a perfect
place for you guys to get reacquainted.

Just walk in with me.

Then if you wanna spend the evening
pining away over Jack Barrett, so be it.

Sorry, Gibson. All out of school spirit.

Yeah!

Hang on, you guys.

Hey, Joe.

It's a twist-off.

My parents never wanted me to teach.

Really, why not?

Something about high pay, I think.

Now, Wade, that's really not fair.

We couldn't be happier, son.

The money's not important.

Well, you know,
Barbara also runs her own business.

Hmm, yeah, um, sort of an online
gourmet baking thing.

Oh, really, baking.

Did, um, Wade tell you
that my macadamia fudge torte...

...won the Gotham County Bake-off?

Oh, well, I'd love to get the recipe.

Well, it is one of Wade's favorites.

Uh, first, you start off with a cup
of semi-sweet chocolate...

Do you sell online?

Mm, yes. You should check out our site.

You know, there was a time when I was
pretty handy around computers.

Back when we called them "big iron. "

- Joe, honey.
- Yeah.

Listen, Barbara and I
were talking about baking.

Oracle, Delphi's flagged a suspicious death.

- Yes.
Will you excuse me?

Okay, a body was found
in New Gotham Park.

Joey Norvillino, aged 23.

And get this, he was in town
for the New Gotham High reunion.

I'm on my way.

Honestly, Wade, it'll never work.

I thought you liked her, Mother.

No one is saying
that she isn't nice, dear.

It's just that she isn't quite normal,
is she?

Wade, what kind of a life can you expect
to have with someone like that?

So how'd the Wade date go?

Well, his parents are... Well, they're just...

You know, can we not talk about this?

Okay. Business it is.

What's the word on Norvillino?

The police report said he slipped
and broke his neck on a rock.

They've cited the cause of death
as an alcohol-related accident.

Funny, it's probably
the cause of his birth too.

Something just feels off.

I'm gonna take a closer look
at the coroner's report.

So I, uh, take it
from your callous attitude...

...that this incident isn't gonna change
your mind about attending the reunion?

No, my complete lack of desire to ever see
these people again has taken care of that.

- You loved high school.
- Helena?

Oh, yeah. You happen to be looking
at the uber-stylish...

...former captain of the pep squad,
and girl voted "Most Likely to Inspire Envy. "

- Okay, that was never official.
- Well, what happened?

My mom died,
I found out my father was Batman...

...and New Gotham
was overrun by super-villains.

Surely you must be curious,
Miss Helena...

...how time has weighed upon
your classmates?

Yeah, sure.

But then I gotta answer
all their questions.

What am I gonna do,
tell people I'm a metavigilante...

...patrolling the rooftops
of New Gotham?

As far as the rest of the world
is concerned, I'm just a bartender.

Why are you a bartender?

You're the heir to the Wayne fortune,
worth millions.

- Billions.
- I have dad issues.

I don't want anything to do
with him or his money.

Would buying your adopted sister a car
qualify as having to do with his money?

If I may, Miss Helena,
a little time with Helena Kyle...

...instead of Huntress
might prove beneficial.

Also a pleasant diversion.

Okay, I've got the report.

According to the ME,
Norvillino's trachea was snapped in two.

The odds of a break this clean
being caused by accident are...

By your Barbara-worry voice,
it sounds like it could be really bad.

Bad enough
that we should investigate it.

After Norvillino hit on you,
did, um, anything else significant happen?

Jack Barrett came and got rid of the loser
before I had a chance to kick his ass.

Jack Barrett, didn't you have
a huge crush on him?

Not huge.

But it's over now, it's in the past.

Did he remember you?

No. That would require him
talking to me in high school.

But it can't be Jack, I mean,
he's like an overgrown Boy Scout.

A dashing, ripped, hot Boy Scout.

- But definitely not a killer.
- Okay, well, check in with Reese.

Maybe something didn't make the report.

I'll look into Norvillino's life...

...see if there's anyone
I can possibly find with a motive.

Yeah, well, given his personality,
it's not gonna be that difficult.

No, way too practical.

Yeah, these are more like you.

Tulips look so delicate,
but they only bloom after a frost.

Thank you.

Stopped by your classroom.

Yeah, I, uh, had to take off early today.

Lot of work to do.

You always had a lot of work to do.

I've called you four times.

Have dinner with me tonight.

My parents are gone,
it will just be the two of us.

Wade...

...I'm sorry, I can't, I can't.

All right, then at least tell me why.

Tell me that I got hygiene issues
or that I got bad dress sense, something.

I like you how you undress.

Look, it's... It's complicated.

I like complicated.
It's part of what makes you so attractive.

What, just part?

See, I can't talk about
the other part in public.

Okay.

Well, hi.

Were we supposed to meet?

Wait, what am I thinking?
You don't actually make plans, do you?

Surprise is my ally.

That and my ineffable joie de vivre.

Okay. Whatever you say.

If you didn't drop by for a friendly
little visit, what's going on?

Gotham Park, murder last night.

Oh, right.

Well, the DA is calling it an accident.

The witnesses' stories check out,
they didn't see a thing.

Doesn't seem to matter
that they were drunk off their asses.

- Anything that didn't make the report?
- No. No, not really.

Just the guy was in town from
Central City for his high-school reunion.

So I don't know.
Maybe we just chalk this one up...

...as being in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

- Yeah.
- The only other thing we had to go on...

...is he had just left
the Dark Horse Bar.

It's a place across town.

Do you know it?

No. Uh...

I was gonna head over there later
if you wanna join me.

Tonight?

Mm-hm.

Please, just one night.
That's all I'm asking.

It was just one night last Wednesday
and last Monday.

Look, Helena,
I'm changing the image of the bar.

Upscale food, upscale music,
upscale clientele. I need go-getters.

People ask for beer.
I go get, what more do you want?

Service with a smile
brings them back every time.

Lap dancing brings them back too,
you wanna try that?

How would I know? I'm gay.

Maybe you could try being friendly
just once. Watch and learn.

How's this?

Look at that.

Helena Kyle.

That's who she is?

Wow.

Should've talked to her more.

Come on, Leonard.
Let me off the shift and I promise you...

...I will be the friendliest waitress
in the history of customer service.

You see, that wasn't friendly.

Leonard, it's important.

Double shifts, every Saturday
for the next two months.

Thank you.

- Cam Henderson.
- Helena Kyle.

Oh, I'm glad someone remembers me.

You'd think founding a Fortune 500
company would get you a bit of respect.

Congratulations.

Doesn't seem to matter though,
because to everyone but you...

...I'll just always be "Klutzy Cam. "
Go figure.

I'd love to vandalize memory lane
with you, but I really gotta go.

- So another time?
- Yeah.

How about tonight at the reunion?

Ah.

If I go, I'll find you.

Real suave.

Out of your league anyway, klutz.

Can I help you with something?

I definitely think so.

You've changed, Helena Kyle,
and I like it.

That supposed to be charming?

Tough words from a bartender.

- Thomsen, lay off.
- No, you know, it's okay.

I'll just do exactly what the girls
in high school used to do.

Ignore him.

Hey, hon, guess what.

Tonight I'm gonna close a deal...

...that'll make me more money
in a day than you'll ever see.

- Ignore that.
- Good.

You can buy yourself a new personality.

Very funny.

Helena.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Detective Jesse Reese.

Um...

I've got a couple questions...

Sorry, excuse me.

Okay, someone's getting awfully
close to secret-identity land.

What'd Reese find out?

Only that Norvillino was linked
to both the Dark Horse and the reunion.

One more reason for me not to go.

Well, I did a little digging and found
that your old classmate...

...had some gambling debts
in Central City and New Gotham.

Good. So we can follow up
with his bookies...

...and get Reese off
the Helena Kyle track.

My life is this close
to becoming a French farce.

Hey, Moli¨¨re, I think you're making
too much out of this secret-identity thing.

Really. You try keeping a secret
with my schedule.

What secret?

You have no secret identity.

You don't wear glasses.
You don't wear a mask.

She's kind of got a point.

Okay, I don't wear a mask
for combat purposes.

All right, they're itchy,
they make you sweat.

Your mascara runs?

- It's a vanity thing.
I wanna look good. That a crime?

I can have two lives without looking
like an overgrown trick-or-treater.

What do you think, Alfred?
Does Helena have a secret identity or not?

- Actually, not.
Mm?

I've always maintained that without a mask,
there are no separate identities.

It's a dangerous choice
for a crime fighter.

That being said,
Miss Helena is quite capable.

And if she feels she can manage
where others have failed...

...then I'm sure she can succeed.

How do you do that?

Support me and undermine me
all in the same sentence.

It's a British thing.

Why are you hiding from Reese?
He already knows you're the Huntress.

In order to be an effective superhero,
you need total separation of identities.

Mm-mm. That's not entirely true.

And there's no law that says you can't
reveal your identity to someone you trust.

The same way I shared mine
with you and Dinah.

Master Bruce shared his secret with me.

Although I'd wager it had less to do with
the Batcave needing a good tidying up...

...than the psychological relief
it provided.

What happened to the old
protect-your-identities-at-all-costs thing?

Look, I'm not saying you should tattoo
"Hi, I'm Helena Kyle" across your forehead.

I'm just saying
that if you can trust Reese...

Got it.

Okay, this is fun and all...

...but I'd like to point out
that our priority is to stop a killer.

Yeah, I'm back.
Got a little business to clean up.

Speaking of business,
I finally got the heads-up...

...from my inside source
at Gussies Pharmaceuticals.

They're about to get approval.
Buy 10,000 shares...

...and remember,
nothing stupid this time.

I'll be going public in a couple days
so keep it on the D.L., you hear me?

What are you doing here?

- You lost or something?
- A word of advice, Stuart.

In the future, you might want
to consider being a little nicer to people.

But I guess you'll have to use
that advice in hell.

Oh, and thanks for the tip.

Account 29431. Buy order.

Gussies Pharmaceuticals, 10,000 shares.

That's all for now.

I have a party to get to.

Who's the stiff?

Same m. o. As Gotham Park.

Some hotshot Wall Street guy
in from Metropolis.

Judging from the neighborhood, it looks like
he brought all his nasty habits with him.

Guy's name was, uh, Stuart Thomsen...

...only 23 years old.

What? You know the guy?

- No.
- Okay, Huntress, listen.

If this is something personal,
it'll stay here, I promise you.

But if you know anything, who he knew
or why he's in town, you gotta give that up.

Norvillino had gambling debts.

I was running down a list
of his bookies.

Maybe that's their connection.

See if Thomsen had the same problem.

Wall Street guy into gambling, huh?

I've heard stranger things.

Check this out.

It's an invitation
to the New Gotham High reunion.

Does that mean anything to you?

Nope.

No.

What? I did not run away.

You're scared.

Revealing your identity to Reese
means progressing your relationship.

You ran.

Okay, there is no relationship
to run from.

- I believe that is Miss Barbara's point.
- That's not it.

It's... Look, it's not like I lied to him.

Well, no,
but you did withhold information.

It's more than likely these killings
are related to your reunion.

I'm not scared. I just don't want him
on the Helena Kyle trail.

It's your call. But you do realize
this means you're definitely going.

Yes. Dream come true.

- What's going on?
- You're working tonight.

Killer's at the reunion.

Is Helena going to the reunion?

Oh, do resist the temptation to rub it in.

Oh, sweet irony.

Barbara, there might be
another connection.

Me. Both guys were at the Dark Horse Bar
before the killings.

Both hit on me, and both
got into it with Jack Barrett.

While you were out, I researched the m. o.

That neck snap is consistent with a lethal
kill technique used by the Delta Force.

Barrett served in the armed forces.

- Was he Delta?
- It's classified.

Records are encrypted.
It'll take time to break it.

So we'll have to flush him out.

If this guy is targeting guys that hit
on you, then we're gonna have to, uh...

Then I guess
I gotta find a guy to hit on me.

Yeah.

Entering with Helena Kyle.

Finally, my dreams
are coming to fruition.

Can't you just feel the swirling
maelstrom of Gibson-envy building?

You do realize we're setting you up
as a target for a vicious killer?

Worth it.

Here you go, ahem, allow me.

Hey, if that hand goes any closer
to where I think it was going...

...I will twist it off and you will be known
as Stumpy for the rest of your natural life.

- Got it? I don't do name tags.
- Yeah.

Me neither. Not cool.

Let's hurry, your time
as my trophy date is limited.

I wanna make the most of it.

Now, let's go inside.

This is gonna be
the worst night of my life.

I've set up a remote link to the Clocktower.

Shouldn't be too long
before I have potentials.

Dinah, I can take care of the rest.

Why don't you go patrol?
This guy's m. o. Is to strike in seclusion.

So why don't you make sure
there's no seclusion?

Consider me on full straggler alert.

Oracle, we're on.

You know, for a homicidal maniac
bent on wiping out anyone...

...that shows me any interest...

...he sure is hot.

- At least he remembers me.
- Looks aren't everything.

What I lack in the physique department...

...I more than make up for with my
impressive streak of not killing people.

Gibson.

Mission or not, no grabbing,
especially not the bathing-suit parts.

I did no such thing.

Wait, over there, did you see?

It was a shimmer.

Like the wall shimmered.

- Yeah, I'm cutting you off.
- I haven't started.

I know. Come on.

Sorry.

Jack Barrett, you remember
Gibson Kafka, he's my...

Huntress, I decrypted the Delta list.

- My...
- Barrett's not on it.

- He's not the killer.
- Her boyfriend.

We're in love.

Uh, what I meant to say was,
he's my delusional friend...

...that was about to get me a drink.

But... But we...

- Thank you, Gibson.
Sit tight.

I'm checking the Delta Force list
against the rest of your classmates.

Helena, I was hoping to run into you.

Really.

- So, what have you been up to?
- I'm in the ad game now...

...sort of fell into it after college.

Your libation, dear.

Go on.

You know, forget about me.

I'm much more interested in your story.

I've been bartending.

Yeah, I know, I mean, what else?
I can tell there must be another side to you.

I'm a really good bartender.

Okay, we've got a problem.

No one on either list matches up.

Look, I hate to do this, but I gotta go.
So we'll catch up another time.

I'd like that.

Okay.

What the hell was that?

So it looked like a shimmer?

Almost like the background
became three-dimensional.

- So like a transparent metahuman?
- No.

There's one in Akron,
this is different.

- Maybe an invisible guy.
- Invisibility wouldn't create distortion.

It's possible that what we saw was caused
by a meta that camouflaged himself.

True, in which case a flat image
would take on a 3-D texture.

When it moved,
it would create a shimmer effect.

Like a chameleon.
Is that even possible?

I remember how many
nose hairs my pediatrician had.

Anything is possible.

Given metaphysiology,
there'd be certain genetic changes.

A change like that would cause the person
to display side effects in human form.

Such as?

Transformation
could affect the neural pathways...

...to parts of the brain.
The cerebellum in particular.

Okay, you guys, I don't have the time
or the skill to perform mass lobotomies.

You don't have to.

Symptoms are obvious.

In, uh, human form, our guy would suffer
from impaired motor control.

That would make coordination
and balance difficult to maintain.

So he'd be a klutz.

Well, the technical term is ataxia...

...but, uh, yeah, he'd be a klutz.

I know who he is.

- You do?
- Yeah.

And I know exactly
who he's gonna kill next.

Detective Jesse Reese, New Gotham P.D.

I got a couple of questions
about some of your alumni.

I thought you were gonna meet me.

You said if you came, you would find me.
Seem to have found time for everyone else.

Does the phrase "polite brush-off"
mean anything to you?

Shouldn't have stood me up.

And after all I've done for you.

Don't fight me, Helena. I love you.

I always have.

From the first moment I saw you, I knew.

- Why didn't you just tell me how you felt?
I was afraid.

Afraid of what would happen. I saw the
guys you dated. The guys every girl dated.

I wasn't ready.

But I've spent every waking moment
since high school redefining myself.

And now I finally am ready.

The only thing left to make people
finally see me is you.

Why won't you love me?

Because you kill people?

I killed for you.

Helena, how much more pure
can love be?

I don't know what's more disturbing.

The thought that you've harbored
a psychotic crush for years.

Or that after confessing to multiple murders
you still think you got a shot with me.

Oh, we will be together, Helena Kyle.

No, Cam, we will never be together.

You'll see.

And the next time we meet,
we'll do it on my terms.

Cam.

What...? What happened?

Um, vandals.
You must have surprised them.

Lucky you weren't here,
you could've been really hurt.

Yeah, real lucky.

Shouldn't we report it?

Yeah, I called security. They're on it.

You should, uh... You should relax.

Good advice.

Come on, let me, uh, get you a drink.

Huntress, meet me in my classroom.

We need to debrief.

Uh, I can't.

This isn't some kind of 12-step thing, is it?
Because I'd be mortified.

No, no. I could drink you under the table.

Well, is there someone else?

No.

Look, I just gotta go.

I didn't mean to scare you off,
it's just I felt like we clicked, you know.

Listen to me, I sound like
I'm back in high school.

Jack...

...this just isn't a good time.

So you're saying
there could be a good time?

Yeah, maybe.

Joey was the man.

The man.

Listen, I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Finn,
I am.

But did you and Mr. Norvillino
know a man named Stuart Thomsen?

Kind of, we didn't really hang.

He was one of those dorky
young Republicans.

Did he do it?

- Because I'll rip his throat out.
- No.

No, he didn't do it.
He was killed earlier tonight.

Man...

...I just saw him too.

It's like everybody I see dies.

- When was the last time you saw Thomsen?
- At the Dark Horse Bar.

We went today in honor of Joey.

He loved the wings.

To Joey.

It's a great place.

They've got these
totally hot bartenders, you know?

One of them's here.

Wait a minute. A bartender from the
Dark Horse Bar went to New Gotham High?

Yeah.

Helena...

...something.

Kyle, that's it.

Man, she's all grown up.

Mm.

Hot.

Jolly hot.

Tss, hot.

Thanks.

Sounds like he not only has
the camouflaging ability of a chameleon...

...but also the proportional strength
and speed.

Yeah, not to mention the charm.

He's one lethal lizard.

- Are these doors steel-reinforced?
- He's out of his mind, Barbara.

He's still on the loose.
Hell, Jack could still be in danger.

- Hey, screw Jack, what about me?
- Dinah's on top of the Jack situation.

Report, Dinah?

All quiet on the Jack front.

I've got him in sight.

Cam said on his terms.

He goes and kills two guys to impress me.
Now he's playing hard to get?

This is about control, Helena.
And we need to wrestle it back.

Yeah, I will.

This time on my terms.

Oracle, he's going into the men's room.

So follow him.

It's the men's room.

Dinah, we're dealing with a guy
that can disappear like a chameleon.

You can't let him out of your sight.

All right.

Okay, Kyle, Kyle.

You gotta be kidding me.

Another dead end.

For all we know, I could have
passed him a hundred times.

Hang in there.

Assuming our chameleon guy...

...maintains normal human
physiology while cloaked...

...I'm constructing a device...

...that should permanently stabilize
his molecular structure.

Barbara.

Right, um, technobabbling.

No, I get it. You're gonna
make him look normal.

Exactly.

I bought a dictionary.

Let me know when you're done.

Her vocabulary now
is as exquisite as her beauty.

Helena Kyle.

I can't look at you.

Everyone I see dies.

Must avert eyes.

Must return to party.

Oracle, he found me.

Come and get me, my sweet.

Huntress, what's going on?

He wants me to follow him.

Oracle, how sharp
are your bomb-diffusing skills?

What did he do?

A fairly ominous-looking device...

...filled with colored liquid,
attached to a digital timer.

All right, start with the timer.

You're too late, sweetheart.

The timer's been triggered.

Very soon, an aggressively
corrosive toxin will release...

...and we'll die together in eternal,
if somewhat messy, romantic bliss.

Along with anyone
who wanders down the hall.

Collateral damage.

Just be with me.

Never. Can you imagine
what our children would look like?

One way or another, we're going to be
together. It's what I've always dreamed of.

And tonight, my dreams will come true.

You can't see me, you can't get by me,
and you can't stop it.

Dinah, I need you in here immediately.

I'm on my way.

If I can't convince you to be with me,
then I'll make you.

- Not too good with rejection, are we?
I make do.

Cover.

- Make sure no one's in the hall.
Right.

Gotcha.

Huntress, how long?

About six seconds.

I got a whole lot of wires here.
- No time to defuse, get out of there.

No!

Helena, get out of there.

Close the door.

- Seal off the gas.
Helena!

What happened to him?

The gas must have reacted...

...with his metabolic mutation.

- He turned to dust.
- He just wanted to be seen.

Ironic, for a metachameleon.

Hey, any chance of our date?

That ended with our chameleon friend.

Worth a shot.

- I'm gonna get out of here anyway.
- Why?

There's a party.
Go have fun. You saved the school.

And the only ones that'll ever know
about that are right here. No, thank you.

- Do you really care what those people think?
- It's hard not to.

When you know what they think
is wrong.

Well, I know it's frustrating...

...but I think there's someone that would
love Helena Kyle, bartender extraordinaire.

It was great to see you again.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Thought maybe you'd left.

- It's been a weird night.
- Yeah, vandals...

...and there was an announcement
about a gas leak on the second floor.

- Public school, right?
- Yeah.

Here's the thing, Helena.
I'm moving back to New Gotham...

...and I would love
to get together sometime.

What's wrong? Too much pressure?

No, it's not that.

Did I turn out that bad?

No, actually, uh...

...it's me who's changed.

I can tell.

Detective Jesse Reese, New Gotham P.D.

Look, I wasn't completely honest
with you before.

There sort of is someone else in my life.

Doesn't surprise me.

Jack, I'm sorry.

But it was really, really good
to see you again.

You too.

Good luck, Helena Kyle.

Huntress.

What are you doing here?

What, did you track the killer here?

I tracked him, I found him
and I stopped him.

It's all over.

And the best part...

...no mess.

Really?

Well, nice work.

Thanks.

- So, what was he after?
- A girl.

Let me guess. Helena Kyle.

Yeah.

Well, who is she?

Me.

What?

I'm Helena Kyle.

Now you know.

Oh.

Why are you telling me this now?

Because for some reason...

...when you say "nice work,"
it means something to me.

And I realized...

...that your opinion
is the only one here that matters.

So then all of this here,
this is your reunion.

Um...

Yeah.

Helena Kyle.

Hi.

Well, tell me...

...Miss Helena Kyle...

...what have you been up to
these past five years?

Well, I am a bartender by day...

...and a metavigilante patrolling
the rooftops of New Gotham by night.

You're a bartender, huh?

Yeah.

A really good bartender.

Hmm.

Yeah. I bet you are.