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ALFRED:
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.

[GUNSHOT]

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.

[HAWK CRIES]

My name is Alfred Pennyworth
and this is their story.

I feel good, great actually.

Better than I have in a long time.

To what do we attribute
this sudden cheerful outlook?

I don't know.

Things have just been working out.

That guy I was telling you about,
the police officer?

I decided to talk to him.

Trust him.

Tell him things about who I really am.

Like, what kinds of things?

It's hard to explain.

Helena, if you're serious about therapy,
about dealing with unresolved issues...

...you are going to have to share your life
with me, all of it.

It's not like I don't wanna share,
it's just...

I'm grateful for everything
we've done, Dr. Quinzel.

The thing is...

...I just feel like we've gone
as far as we can.

I wanna end therapy.

Helena, we're still discovering
who you are.

- I'm sorry. I gotta go.
- We still have 15 minutes.

Thank you for everything.

Come and see me one more time.
We can tie up loose ends.

I'll try.

Dr. Quinzel.

[DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]

At last.

[ALARM BUZZING]

Hey.

What are you doing?

That's poison. It will kill you.

I doubt that.

I don't understand.

Me either.

But you're crazy.

GUARD:
Ugh.

What's happening to me?

It's not exactly what I expected...

...but it will do nicely.

Are you sure there's somebody in here?

Oracle's confirming it now.
Transmitting data.

- [O VER RADIO] You getting any of this?
- Copy, Huntress.

Do we have any idea
who could have done this?

Well, there was a criminal mastermind
years ago...

...that had a weird reaction to the same
compound that was stolen last night.

They called him Clayface.

Clayface?

- You asked.
- Ha, ha.

Do we have any idea if this, uh,
Clayface guy is still around?

He's been locked up in Arkham Asylum
for years.

Besides, it couldn't have been him.
He didn't have the power to turn people...

...into blobs of clay.

[SCOFFS]

- Well, what was his power then?
- He could change his appearance at will.

Really? Ha, ha.

A regular old shape-shifter, huh?

Oh, you've got the lingo down.

- I'm impressed.
BARBARA: That's the input l� need.

Standby for analysis.

Okay, so, what do we do?
We just, what? We wait?

Yeah, unless you got a better idea
to pass the time.

BARBARA:
Sorry to interrupt.

Get that clay man back
to the Clocktower right away.

HELENA:
Why? What's going on?

He's got a pulse.

He's alive.

DINAH:
How could he possibly be alive?

BARBARA:
So far his vital signs are stable.

The process looks reversible.
We don't have much time.

- We need to develop an antidote.
- Okay. So where do we start?

Find out who knows
about that compound.

I'm running a search
on Clayface's former associates.

So I guess you're canceling your vacation.

- What vacation?
- With Wade.

To Bahamas.

You were just gonna disappear
without telling me?

No, I just figured something
would come up and I'd have to...

Sacrifice any potential happiness
in your life.

- We don't have time to discuss this, okay?
- All right.

Hang on, I've got a hit on former
Clayface associates.

If I exclude those who have died...

...or in jail, I'm left with one name,
Dr. Will Kroner.

Oh. Turns out he's the chemist
who invented the toxic compound.

All right, I'm on it.

But when I get back, we're gonna
finish this Wade conversation.

You didn't say it was a secret.

Unh! What's going on? Who are you?

Tell me about the robbery
at New Gothic Chemicals.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- The compound you developed was stolen.

There's a security guard
that's turned into some clay thing.

That can't be.
The compound was destroyed.

And even if someone did get ahold of it,
it was never intended to have that effect.

Unless...

...it was ingested by someone else.

So you do know something.

Look, I worked for a guy, Clayface,
years ago.

- But that's all behind me now. I swear.
- Okay.

So let's say for a moment I believed you.
Who could be doing this?

[WHIMPERS]

Look, my chemical compound
was designed...

...to have a unique reaction
to Clayface's DNA.

If anyone else drank it, it would kill them.
That is all I know. That's it.

Okay.

There's a detective at New Gotham P.D.
His name's Reese.

If your memory returns,
give him a call. Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Good evening, Miss Barbara.
- Alfred.

I was sorting the mail at the manor
and came across something...

...that might be of interest to you.

An invitation to the annual
New Gotham fashion show benefit.

- Perhaps you and Master Wade...
- Alfred, I don't have time for this.

No. Of course not.

I understand you don't have time
for the Bahamas either.

Master Wade left several messages.

He seemed very disappointed
that you cancelled your holiday.

- Perhaps you could make it up to him.
- Alfred, this is really not a good time.

In all my years serving Master Bruce...

...do you know what he told me
was his biggest regret?

That he never found someone
with whom he could share his life.

It was just a thought.

- Hey.
- How did everything go with Kroner?

No luck. He went straight
after Clayface went down.

He did say the compound
would kill anyone but Clayface.

Something to do with a reaction
to his unique DNA.

Hmm. Interesting.

I'm gonna pay him a visit.

Helena, I don't think that's such
a good idea.

Why? Reese can get me into Arkham.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[DOOR BUZZES]

Helena Kyle.

How did you know?

The grace with which you move.
Your eyes, your mouth.

Damn, you are your mother's child.

I had a thing for her.

She was very beautiful.

Sexy.

Someone stole your chemical.
He's using it to turn people into clay.

And this is a problem for me?

There's a man who's dying.

I need to know how to reverse
the effects before it's too late.

Now that sounds like a noble endeavor
but what's in it for me?

- What do you want?
- Pose for me.

- Let me sculpt you.
- Forget it.

Child, now, since I was defeated,
ruined, and ridiculed...

...in front of New Gotham's
pompous glitterati...

...I have had absolutely nothing to look at
but these plain gray walls.

I need inspiration.

I work in clay, but my real raw material
is human emotion.

Let me see your anguish, Helena,
your pain.

Why don't you just tell me about the night
that your mother was killed?

No thanks.

All right, then this man dies.

That's not very heroic of you,
Huntress, is it?

But then maybe you're lacking that strong
moral core that plagued your father.

Are you?

Okay, what do you wanna know?

Everything.

It happened so fast.

I don't really remember.

All right, well, then I'm sure
there was blood.

There must have been more blood
than you had ever seen before.

How did that make you feel?

Cold.

Empty.

- I don't know.
- No, no, no. Alone?

Scared? Terrified?

Because you'd lost the one person
that meant more to you...

...than anybody else in this whole world.

It's your turn.

All right. You played nice.

Go tell Oracle to use calcium sulfate.

You know who it is.

Tell me.

Oh, now don't get greedy, Helena.

We're just starting to have some fun.

Go ahead now. We'll let you hurry.
He may not be dead yet.

[DOOR BUZZES]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[BANGING ON DOOR]

Be right there.

Where's my money?

I gave you the key.
You got the stuff. Now I get paid.

CHRIS:
What's the rush?

I intend to be the most feared criminal
New Gotham has ever seen.

If you wait, there might be
a much bigger payday.

I'll take my money now.

That's the problem with guys like you.

Once you make up your mind...

[SKIN HISSING]

...you're set in stone.

How's he doing?

Not well.

I figured out Kroner's chemical compound
creates a reaction with the epidermis.

Once whoever ingested the formula makes
skin-to-skin contact with its victim...

...they turn to clay.

Hopefully, this will help.

So how did everything go with Clayface?

You know, he kept bringing up
my mother.

Really? Huh.

All set.

It's working.

We should get him to a hospital.

ALFRED:
Anything I can do to assist?

Mm. Thanks, Alfred, but Helena
already took the guard to the hospital.

He's gonna be okay.

And what about you, Miss Barbara?

If you're talking about me and Wade,
it'll be fine. I'll get over it.

Perhaps a sincerely-worded note
of apology might...

I got it.

Kroner told Helena
that Clayface's reaction to the chemical...

...was unique to Clayface's DNA.

Now someone else
has taken the compound.

They didn't have the same reaction
but a similar one.

Similar reaction, similar DNA.

It's someone close to Clayface.

- Like family?
- Exactly.

So I did some checking.

Um, hospital records. Court papers.

Guess what.

Clayface has a son.

Chris Cassius.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

BARBARA:
Reese.

Huntress, we've got another one.

Wow. That was quite an entrance.

- Who's this?
- I have no idea.

But it's pretty obvious he's been moved.

- Okay, what the hell is that?
- Calcium something.

Whatever it is, it works.
First clay man is already recovering.

REESE: All right, well, go ahead
and, uh, give it a shot.

[SYRINGE INJECTS]

[CLAY CRACKING]

What the hell?

Okay, now that's impressive.

[CELL PHONE SPEED-DIALING]

[LINE RINGING]

Doctor Kroner, Chris Cassius.

You know my father.

Your chemical compound has proven
to be a grave disappointment.

We need to talk.

[DOOR BUZZES]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

You have a son named Chris.

I now know that Oracle has done
her research.

- Tell me where I can find him.
- I think not, Helena.

Besides, you wouldn't be able to stop him.
He's become much too powerful now.

Hmm. That's too bad.

I was gonna suggest a trade.

You know, information...

...for some inspiration?

Inspiration.

Now you're talking.

Tell me about Chris.

Why is he doing this?

Well...

I...

...wasn't exactly the model father,
so to speak.

So it would be my guess that he's trying
to show up dear old Dad...

...by accomplishing something
that even I wasn't able to do.

Like what?

- It's your turn.
- Come on. Just tell me.

Helena, I laid down some ground rules
here now.

Now, you don't play by my rules,
we ain't gonna play none at all.

Okay, what do you want?

I want more emotion.

Now, why don't you just relive
with me that night Mommy got killed.

Now, as I recall, we were standing out
in front of this big department store.

What do you mean we?

YOUNG HELENA: You have to. You have to,
you have to hear me.

Mom.

Stop him. Somebody stop him.

Somebody stop him.

Mom!

I remember that face.

- It was you.
- I used a seven-inch switchblade...

...and it tore through her flesh
surprisingly well.

I can still see that vacant look
in her eye...

...staring through the face of death.

That's why they couldn't find the killer.

It was you.

But the one regret that I have...

...is that I did not linger
at that scene long enough...

...to watch your pain and your suffering.

- You bastard. Bastard!
- Yes. Yes. Yes. That is right.

- I'll kill you.
- Hit that glass. Come on, baby.

Come on. Hit the glass. Hit that.
Helena, hit the glass.

Helena, no, don't stop.
Hit the glass. Come on.

You're enjoying this. Ha, ha.

Oh, don't stop now. Come on, baby,
we're just getting started.

[DOOR BUZZES]

CLAYFACE:
No, no, no.

[LINE RINGING]

Hello, Detective Reese.

He murdered her.

I gotta do something.

BARBARA:
What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Tear him apart?

He's in Arkham for the rest of his life,
where he belongs.

I shouldn't have let you go.

You knew, didn't you?

Helena...

That's why you didn't want me to talk
to Clayface.

- You didn't want me to find out the truth.
- No. I didn't know for sure.

How could you keep this from me?

Because when the rumors first circulated,
you were too young.

And then after...

...Clayface was in Arkham.
I didn't see the point.

The point?

The point is knowing
who killed my mother.

Why?

So you could exact revenge?

It's not what we do, Helena.

Yeah.

You keep saying that.

Like you somehow know exactly
what's inside of me.

You don't, Barbara.

You have no idea who I am.

Here's the new formula.

- And I'll be going now.
- Not so fast.

I need to make sure it works.

- Well?
- Ahh.

- How do you feel?
- Powerful. Ha.

Great.

Now I just need to test it.

Any volunteers?

- Please. I did everything that you asked.
- And I'm grateful.

You're just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

[GRO ANS, SKIN HISSING]

BARBARA [O VER RADIO]:
Huntress? Are you there?

Okay, fine. Just listen.

Kroner called Reese.
We have an address for Chris Cassius.

Good. I need somebody to hit.

Okay, just... Just be careful.

I'll be fine.

All it takes skin-to-skin contact for...

Look, if something happens
you've got the antidote.

I'm out.

[SIGHS]

- What the hell?
- It's over, Junior.

I've got the antidote to your touch.

It turns out you're not as powerful
as you thought.

You were saying?

Oracle.

- What's happening?
- Something's different.

- His newest clay thing just exploded.
- Huntress, get out of there.

It's nothing I can't handle.

My father was right.

You are beautiful.

I bet under all that makeup,
you're just a shard off the old pot.

Clay humor. Ha, ha. How original.

It's a pity about my dad
killing your mom.

It's a pity that you're gonna be the one
that pays for it.

Come now, Huntress.
You're no match for me.

We both live in the shadow
of our fathers.

Yours was the goody two-shoes
vigilante Batman...

...while I, on the other hand,
come from purely homicidal stock.

Maybe I'm not Daddy's little girl.

BARBARA:
Helena, don't do this.

Get out. L�f he touches your skin,
you're dead.

- All I need is one clear shot.
- No.

It's too dangerous. Get out. Now.

Should have killed his kid
when I had the chance.

- We're not in this for revenge, Helena.
- Fine. Call it justice.

I could have stopped him.
Gotten payback for my mother.

BARBARA: It was foolish to
confront Chris without protection.

- You could've been killed.
DINAH: What do we do now?

We find him and go after him prepared.

Chris said something about us living
in the shadows of our fathers.

Maybe he wants to outdo Clayface
in a public way.

Wait a second.

Years ago, Clayface hatched a plan
to take down New Gotham's power elite.

Right. He mentioned that.

I think it was some kind of, um,
fundraising event.

The annual New Gotham charities
fashion show. It's tonight. Alfred?

ALFRED: Miss Barbara?
- That invitation, what did you do with it?

I thought you might change your mind.

[CHUCKLES]

It's at 9:00, and we still
need a way to neutralize it.

Let's get busy.

Miss Barbara, we need to talk.

It's about you and Master Wade.

- Alfred, I told you...
- I know what you said...

...but I also know that you care for him.

Perhaps you even love him.

That's why I've decided to take matters
into my own hands.

Meaning what, exactly?

[GASPS]

- Alfred...
- I know. It's not a good time.

But then again, when is?

You're a crime fighter.

And headquarters is behind the clock
in the New Gotham Clocktower.

That's why you had to cancel
our vacation?

[BARBARA SIGHS]

It's like I don't even know you.

Look, Wade, we should really talk
about this...

...but unfortunately there's this guy out
there that's turning people into clay...

...and I really need to get...
- Clay? Clay? Is that some kind of joke?

No.

Actually, it's the byproduct of a toxic
compound combined with a specific DNA.

Who are you?

Look... Look, this is way too much
for me to absorb.

I just need some time to think.

- Wade?
- I'Il... I'll see you around.

Was that Wade in here?

I don't wanna talk about it.

No. This is major.
We have to talk about it.

Look, forget about Wade.
We have a job to do.

Okay, what about the cameras?

Done. I'll be directing things from here.
You're gonna be going undercover.

- What's with these?
BARBARA: Oh.

Throw these at Chris.
They'll release an inhalable latex.

When he breathes it in,
it will block his power.

- So we can stop him.
- Exactly.

That's not all I'll do to him.

Helena, we've been through this.

We don't kill. End of story.

Whatever you say, Barbara.

MC [ON PA]: This next number
we just call "Cappuccino."

The embroidered jacket from the Philippines
with the high shoulders, tight skirt...

Oracle, no sign of him yet.

MC:
Semi-precious stones...

There's a man, dark hair,
near the woman in the blue dress.

Get a good look.

[MC SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

MC:
Fire-engine red velvet.

You'll definitely have the bulls charging
at you...

No, not him.

All right, stay focused, Dinah.
Chris is there, somewhere.

MC: And for the busy...
BARBARA: How's Helena doing?

I haven't seen her yet. Ha, ha.
But I can't wait.

[MAN CHUCKLING]

BARBARA:
L�s everything okay?

Hey, the next time you say undercover,
remind me not to hear you.

And how am I supposed to kick ass
in front of New Gotham's elite?

You'll figure something out.

- You see anything unusual backstage?
- Aside from my outfit? No. Nothing.

WOMAN:
All right.

What? We're on.

Right.

Right.

MC: You'll be, oh, so lady of the night
in this throwback to a bygone era.

Our model looks so tantalizing,
l�'d say she shouldn't be out after dark.

Black chiffon is
absolutely transformative...

...turning a once-demure model
into a full-fledged goddess.

Next is a look that will surely leave them
gawking in the aisles.

[ON TV]
L�t's fresh and new, a twist on...

Looking good, Huntress.

Yeah, well at least I haven't tripped yet.

MC:
Down...

[MC SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY O VER PA]

REESE:
Wow.

[CHUCKLES]

- I thought you were checking the perimeter.
- Oh, I was.

I wanted to check in with you.

- You okay?
- Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm fine. It's just, uh...

...you look nice.

- Yeah, thanks.
- Ha, ha.

Well, listen, um...

...what do you say once all this is over...

...we go and have that first date
we were talking about.

When I do what I need to do, I don't
think you're gonna want that first date.

- Why is that?
BARBARA: Dinah's finished up front.

Meet her backstage.

I gotta run.

[DOOR OPENS]

Wade, what are you doing?

Well, a peace offering.

Look, about what I said,
I gave it some thought and...

Could you at least look at me
when I'm talking to you?

Wade, I'm sorry. I'm working.

I'm just trying to talk to you.
Why does that have to be so hard?

[MUTES SOUND ON TV]

MC:
Midnight blue.

Faux fur around the bottom.
Next up...

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

...a matinee fashion
with the drop waistline...

Excuse me. W-What's going on?

Ladies and gentlemen.

I direct your attention to the entrances,
now well-guarded.

There is no escape.

I have a list of demands.

First, I want a television crew.
I want my father, Clayface...

...currently residing in Arkham Asylum...

...to see how I will accomplish
what he could never do.

The greatest artistic achievement
in New Gotham history.

CLAYFACE:
No need for that, son.

I'm already here.

[CROWD GASPS]

Dad?

What a surprise. I thought...

Oh, cut the crap, sonny boy.

You thought that I was safely locked away,
out of touch and past my prime.

Our relationship is the most important thing
in my life and...

Uh, Barbara.

- It's Clayface.
- Where?

On-stage. They've got the room
held hostage.

- Yeah, not for long.
- We need a plan.

The plan is to kill him. How's that?

[GUN COCKS]

Okay. We need a plan.

- Dad, this is all about you.
CLAYFACE: No.

This is all about you, trying to prove
that you're better than your old man.

Well, Dad, you are outdated.

I'm younger and I've got the power.

Nobody upstages me, not even you.

So about this plan.

Oh. Do you believe her?

Stubborn, pig-headed,
never listens to a word you say...

...until she's the one in trouble,
and then, bam.

Pig-headed?

Oracle, we're here. What have we got?

Okay, I count four guns total.

Two semi-automatic on-stage,
two at the entrances.

Take the entrances first, then use Reese
to get everyone of there.

HELENA:
We're on it.

Don't worry.

I did the same thing to my father.

[CLEARS THRO AT]

CLAYFACE: Tonight, ladies and gentlemen,
you're in for a very special treat.

Please don't shoot.

CLAYFACE:
It involves my most horrifying...

- Dinah, where's Huntress?
- Causing a distraction.

We need to get everyone out of here.

- Come on. Let's go. Hurry up.
CLAYFACE: Will be immortalized in clay.

Shoot her.

[CROWD SCREAMS]

I am not going back to Arkham.

Get her.

You'll make a lovely statue.

Breathe, Junior.

Ooh.

Huntress and her little toys.
I'm so scared.

- What's happening? What have you done?
- It's my own creation.

You recognize this?

YOUNG HELENA:
Somebody stop him.

First I kill the mother,
now I kill the daughter.

It's almost poetic.

You killed my mother.
Now I'm gonna kill you.

That is poetry.

Look at you, Helena. Ahh, the rage.

And you look so beautiful.

Helena, no. This is what he wants.

To make you a killer. Don't do it.

Think about what you're doing.
Don't do it.

- Don't let him win.
- Don't worry, Oracle.

I wouldn't give him the pleasure.

L� did enjoy seeing him squirm.

Very impressive, Helena.

Dr. Quinzel.

It's okay. This is the part of your life
you couldn't tell me about.

I suppose it is.

Now that I know the truth,
maybe you should reconsider therapy.

I think I can really help.

Maybe you can.

I guess the secret's out.

So is it over?

Yeah.

For now.

You know, Wade...

...you're the only boyfriend
that's ever seen this place.

Well, I gotta say I'm, uh, impressed,
but I'm also a little nervous.

I mean, my girlfriend who I thought was a
mild-mannered schoolteacher is actually...

...a, uh, high-tech crime fighter.

It's a little, uh...

...overwhelming.

[CHATTER O VER POLICE RADIO]

[SIRENS WAIL]

Well, you almost killed that man.

Not really.

Even though I wanted to
more than anything.

Yeah, well, you didn't.

So, what do you say we try that dinner.

Yeah.

Or we could...

...go straight to dessert.

Yeah.

We could do that.

[LAUGHS]

I don't know. I feel...
I feel like I've been born again.

Only without the diapers and crying.
Ha, ha.

It is a major transition, Helena.

Cultures throughout history
have used the birthing method...

...to characterize the way you feel.
- Yep.

Well, I've got the feeling naked part
pretty well down. Ha, ha.

QUINZEL:
You have exposed yourself.

You've revealed your secret identity,
albeit inadvertently, to me.

You've crossed the threshold
that was holding you back.

And you're no longer defined
by your secret.

You're defined by you. Hmm?

Not the bartender,
not the crime fighter. Just you.

Me.

Me. Ha, ha.

Someone I've been wanting to meet.

Let's try an exercise.
I want you to close your eyes.

Oh, l... I don't do the closed eyes thing.

Oh, you can trust me. Ha, ha.

- Ha, good.
- All right.

Now, I want you to answer without thinking
if it's Helena or Huntress speaking, okay?

- Okay.
- Now, you're worried, very worried.

You can't keep your finger
in the dike forever.

Your secret's gonna get out.

I have a job to do.
I can't do that if everyone knows who I am.

Why?

There's a definite advantage
to having an air of mystery. Ha, ha.

The less people know about you,
the bigger the edge.

Helena, who knows you best?

Oh, Alfred and Barbara.

QUINZEL:
Alfred?

Alfred Pennyworth.

He was my Dad's butler.

He's been around forever. He's always
keeping an eye on me and the others.

Others?

Yeah. Other people.

People with secrets the same as mine.

- How many of you are there?
- In New Gotham?

Uh, just Barbara, Dinah and myself.

- What?
- Uh...

Things are changing.

Tell me.

Well, Barbara told someone
the secret as well.

And I think it's someone...

...that she's falling in love with.

Do you think she's made a mistake?

No. No, I don't.

He may crowd the place a bit...

...but Wade makes her happier
than she's ever been.

- Wade?
- Brixton.

He teaches at the same high school
as Barbara.

- Wade Brixton. He knows too, huh?
- Mm-hm.

Soon you should take out a full-page ad.
Unload all your secrets...

...on New Gotham in one fell swoop.

But secrets drain your soul.

Paralyze the body.

I wouldn't be any kind of psychiatrist
if I didn't do everything I can...

...to relieve you of that burden.

But we're out of time.

Thank you.

Thank you.

[QUINZEL SIGHS]

No, thank you, Helena.

You know, this is every bit as satisfying
for me as it is for you.

[CHUCKLES]

ROMANEK: The metahuman transfer
machine isn't synched up yet.

QUINZEL:
It's two simple little words, doctor.

I'm ready.

Can you say them for me, please?

Uh, no, it's not calibrated.

I don't know if the oscillators are stable.
The hysteresis module is questionable.

Blah, blah, blah...

Let's just do this thing, shall we?

We shall.

[MAN SCREAMING]

No!

He's dead!

He's dead.

The transfer machine, it's destroyed!

None of which matters
if the transfer was successful.

I did as you asked. Uh, I wasn't...
It wasn't ready. But I can build another one!

Shh. Relax, doctor.
Maybe it worked. Shall we see?

Will you do anything I ask?

- Yes.
- Pat your head.

Hop.

[LAUGHS]

Now, run and jump out the window.

[LAUGHS]

Looks like it worked.

[CHATTER O VER POLICE RADIO]

REESE: This guy who took the sidewalk
dive, he's, uh, Dr. Franklin Romanek.

Exit point was right here,
third-story window.

And the room's filled with a bunch
of pretty weird electrical gear.

HELENA:
And that one?

REESE:
That one, he's unidentified.

He was tied to a chair
with his eye sockets all burned out.

HELENA: Kinky.
REESE: Ha, ha.

Yeah, maybe, but definitely not consensual.

HELENA:
So, what's your take?

I don't know.
I mean, there's no sign of struggle.

No indication Romanek was pushed,
no cause of death on the other guy.

So nothing's adding up.

So there I was, feeling Ionely
and vulnerable...

...thinking you triggered the Batring
because you missed me.

Ha, ha. What, and risk a lecture
from Oracle? I don't think so.

Besides, Miss Helena Kyle.

Mm-hm. See, I know
who you are, remember?

See, all I do is pick up the telephone
and press some buttons.

- Is that a promise?
- Oh, no, no. No, you don't.

I don't make promises while I'm on duty.

What's going on with you tonight?

I mean, you're different.
I mean, you just, you seem happy.

- Is that a bad thing?
- No, no. Of course it's not a bad thing.

Ha, ha. Look, anyway,
there's an ATM across the street.

It's got a surveillance camera inside.

Should have a view of the only door
to the building, but you know...

...it could take the DA's office 24 hours
to get a warrant for that video so...

So you think I can do it better.

You know, detective, that sounds
a lot like entrapment.

No, no, no. See, it's only a whole lot
like entrapment if there's actually a trap.

But it's still bad, right?

You tell me.

- Okay. I'm on it. And, detective?
- Ha, ha. Hmm?

Next time you wanna
press those buttons...

[CHUCKLES]

BARBARA:
It would have been perfect...

...until Mr. Happy-Flush
and his jolly band of plumbers...

...decided to make an emergency house call.

So you're saying the video's useless?

Ah, we'll see. I'm gonna extract
an image off of the truck's mirrors.

Try to reconstruct the scene
by using a recursive spatial algorithm.

Excellent idea.

So this Dr. Romanek? You knew him?

Knew of him. He was working on
an electro-ionic somatic dissociator.

Barbara.

He figured out how to transfer metahuman
powers from one person to another.

Thank you. So could he?

Well, he had some interesting ideas,
but as far as I knew, it was a pipe dream.

- Mm. What about the second guy?
- Well, if he was meta...

- lf who was meta?
HELENA: Oh, just some shop talk.

- You know, crime fighter stuff.
- Hi.

I'm sorry. I'm... I'm interrupting.

Uh, no, no. No, uh, it's okay. Stay.

- We don't mind, right?
- Right. Yeah, stay.

[FOOTSTEPS APPRO ACHING]

- I'm ready.
- All right.

I gotta go. Told Dinah I'd give her a lift.

- Okay.
WADE: All right?

WADE: See you later?
BARBARA: Yeah.

Well, that was fun.

[SIGHS]

We'll get used to it.

Yeah, sure.

- Here you go, ladies.
WOMAN 1: Thanks.

WOMAN 2:
Thank you.

Do you know how to make a Red Devil?

Of course.

My name's, uh, Gibson Kafka.
I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

- Harleen Quinzel.
- Dr. Harleen Quinzel?

- Oh, well, we have a friend in common.
- Do we?

Yeah. Helena Kyle.
Yeah, she's a very close friend of mine.

Very close.

How wonderfully coincidental.

Oh, uh...

- You're not a meta.
- That was true.

I wasn't metahuman until just recently.

Um, I don't understand.

You don't need to understand,
Gibson Kafka.

You simply need to listen.
I'm here to test a theory.

Will you do anything I ask?

I can't imagine why not, Dr. Quinzel.

Oh, please, Harley. Harley Quinn.

Now, bark.

- Bark? Like what?
- A dog.

Uh, what kind of a dog?

Bulldog, Dane, Irish terrier, mastiff
Pekinese, Shar-Pei, wolfhound...

You pick.

[BARKS]

It's a Chihuahua.

Of course, there are many
different kinds of animals that bark.

Deer, hyena, spider monkey,
squirrel, tree frog.

- There's a locust that makes a sound much...
- Stop.

You know, I didn't know my power
would work with a metahuman...

...but it seems you're as susceptible
as anyone else.

There's just one more thing
I'm curious about.

I want you to lose your mind.

[CHUCKLES]

[BARKING]

Stop it. Aah! Argh!

[BARKING]

BARBARA [O VER RADIO]:
Huntress...

...Delphi's flagged a report
of a disturbance at No Man's Land.

- Disturbance?
- Yeah. Police report says riot.

- The store out front was trashed.
- What about the bar?

No mention. I don't think they found it.

I'm on my way.

- What the hell?
MEN: Aah!

Gibson?

Gibson, are you here?

[GIBSON WHIMPERING NEARBY]

[GIBSON GASPING]

Gibson, Gibson, are you okay?
What happened?

A sensation of peppery sweetness.
Four, uh, 39, 84.

Into the valley of death rode the 600.

- Gibson, what's wrong?
- Raspberry. Licorice. Lemon. Peanut butter.

Mint. Banana. Cookie dough.
Make it stop. Please, I need help.

Please, make it stop. In my head.
I need help. Please, Huntress, my head.

Stop what in your head?

- Oracle, are you there?
BARBARA: Yes, Huntress.

I'm at No Man's Land
and the place is trashed.

Gibson, I don't know,
it's like he's psychotic or something.

Get him to a hospital.

I got a better idea.

HELENA: Come on, Gibson. It's okay.
You'll be all right.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Dr. Quinzel?

- Dr. Quinzel?
GIBSON: Oh.

Oh.

Yes, not enough shapes.
Hexagon, triangle, square, pentagon...

Gibson, come on.
Let's go back to the Clocktower.

[GASPS]

Helena.

Oh, dear.

Somebody need my help?

You were the only person I could think of
that might be able to help him.

[DOOR OPENS]

What happened with Gibson?

Uh, I left him with Quinzel.
She felt like she could help.

- Dinah around?
- No.

I sent her to get Reese
and check out No Man's.

Why? It's the middle of the night.
What's the rush?

The rush is I found out
who the other dead guy is.

- Oh.
- The guy with the burned-out eye sockets.

Coroner finally made an ID.

I ran the name through my database,
and it turns out he was meta.

- So?
- So? So his power was hypnosis.

Now, if Dr. Romanek's device could
actually transfer metahuman powers...

Here, here, take a look at this.

I got an image of the suspect off
the ATM video.

The enhancement routine
is just about done.

Now, I'm betting
when we see that face...

...we're gonna be seeing someone
who stole a metahuman hypnotic power.

Sounds bad.

Yeah, we'll know in a minute.

[SIGHS]

Helena, um...

...I wanna talk to you about Wade.

What's there to talk about?

Well...

...he's not gonna change us.

Nothing could do that.

I know.

All right, I'm just throwing it out there.
You seemed a little distant.

Oh, Barbara, forget it.

- Everything's okay.
- Okay.

BARBARA:
Enhancement's finished.

It's Dr. Quinzel.

Helena?

Oops. Busted.

[LAUGHS]

GIBSON: Lumbar, the sacrum,
and the coccyx. Twenty-six, off the head.

Squeeze, watch your back.
Watch your back.

Barbara knows.

- What happened?
- I hit her. Hard.

- That would tend to give it away.
- But I got what you wanted.

The complete blueprint
of the Clocktower.

Layouts, defenses, securities,
computer systems.

- It's all gibberish.
- Ninety newton pounds per square inch...

...angled at the jaw, renders 50 percent
of the female population unconscious...

...as defined by the obliteration of a frien...
- Gibson.

Shut up.

Tell me something, Helena.
Why didn't you just kill Barbara?

Kill her?

- I don't know.
GIBSON: Superheroes don't kill.

No matter how hard they hit their Barbara.

[IMITATES ROCKET FIRING]

Incoming, headless best friend!

Maybe it's because you didn't tell me to.

An oversight on my part
which we'll soon remedy.

Oh, good heavens, Miss Barbara.
You gave me quite a scare.

- Where's Helena?
- She's not here. What happened?

We have a very serious problem, Alfred.

BARBARA [O VER RADIO]:
Dinah, come in.

- I read you, Oracle.
- I need you back here immediately.

It's Huntress. She's been compromised.

And, Dinah, she's dangerous.

- What is it?
- Something bad happened to Helena.

She's dangerous. I gotta get back.

Oh. What's the big rush?

REESE:
Come on, let's go.

HELENA:
Ha, ha. Aw.

- You guys aren't fun anymore.
- Helena, this isn't you. You're hypnotized.

- You can beat it.
- Right.

- I don't think you're getting through to her.
- Ha, ha. Save yourself the trouble.

Promise I'll finish you off quick.

- Helena has Dinah and Reese trapped.
- What are you gonna do?

Miss Barbara, I must object
in the most strenuous terms.

Objection noted.

The last time you used the coupler,
it didn't exactly work as advertised.

I've done a lot of work on it since then.

I've improved the batteries,
increased the sensitivity.

It doesn't even hurt that much anymore.

The device, you are fiddling with your spinal
cord, connecting your nervous system.

- It could kill you or get you killed.
- We're in trouble, Alfred.

What choice do I have?

[CHATTER O VER POLICE RADIO]

Can I help you, ma'am?

I think you can, officer.
You and a few of your burliest friends.

- Me and Jesse. We can help you.
- Hey, Blondie. Not interested.

- Come on. Don't do this. This is not you.
- Sure it is. The same girl that you kissed.

- She kissed you?
- Yeah. That was my mistake.

I don't think it was a mistake at all.
Ha, ha.

And the next time you're ready
for round two, just let me know.

- I think it's gonna wait.
- Oh.

BARBARA:
Helena.

HELENA:
Oh, you're walking.

I can help you, Helena.

HELENA:
I don't need help.

- You better not get any closer.
BARBARA: Why not?

Then I'll have to hurt you.

- I don't think you'll do that.
HELENA: Just goes to show.

The all-knowing Oracle
isn't right all the time.

Helena, it's me, Barbara.

Sorry. I gotta kill you now.

[GASPS]

What's going on? What am I doing here?

Short version,
Dr. Quinzel hypnotized you.

She's the big bad we've been
searching for.

- Did we just, um... Did we just fight?
BARBARA: Yeah.

I could've killed you.

It was a calculated risk. I had to get close
enough so I could fire this into your eyes.

DINAH: Hey.
- Kyle, a little help? This thing's jammed.

I don't remember anything. The last thing
I know, I was at Dr. Quinzel's with Gibson.

And then you were in the Clocktower.
Helena, try to remember.

What is Quinzel up to?

Very impressive.

I'm immediately comfortable.

[CHUCKLES]

WADE:
Excuse me.

- Who are you?
- Who are you?

Wade. Wade Brixton.

Wade. Oh!

I am having just the best day.

New Gotham's finest protecting
and serving me and only me...

...Huntress doing my bidding,
and now, here I move into my new home...

...and who do I find breathlessly waiting
but the man Barbara Gordon loves.

What next?

Hey, Wade.
Will you do anything I ask?

Yes.

Kiss me, Wade Brixton.

[KNIFE SLICES]

[VOICE ECHOING]
Kiss me good night.

[WADE HITS FLOOR]

BARBARA: Argh.
DINAH: What is it?

The Clocktower system's not responding.

- Comm glitch?
- Maybe.

I'll call Alfred and have him run a check.

[DIALING PHONE]

[LINE RINGING]

Come on, Alfred, pick up.

[RINGING]

Barbara Gordon...

...I can't tell you how disappointed I was
that you weren't here to welcome me.

[O VER INTERCOM]
What's the matter? Bat got your tongue?

BARBARA [O VER SPEAKER]:
Very witty, Quinzel.

Oh, please, it's Harley. Harley Quinn.

And quite soon, this city,
or what's left of it, will be mine.

Don't count on it.

What are you going to do?

Your friend Helena isn't playing
on your team anymore.

And she told me all kinds of useful things
about you and Dinah and the Clocktower.

And here I am.

Ready to make my dream come true.

All thanks to Helena Kyle.
Your friend. Your betrayer.

BARBARA:
Helena didn't betray anyone.

Whatever happened, the Helena I know
had nothing to do with it.

Spoken like a true friend.

So confident...

...so sure.

I wonder, would you feel different...

...if I told you it was Helena
who told me about Loverboy?

Your handsome, young sweetheart,
Wade Brixton?

Would it flip a switch
somewhere deep in your psyche...

...to know that we kissed, Wade and I?

No? How about if l� told you
l� stabbed him in the heart?

Would that do it?

To know that Wade was dead?

Would that change how you feel,
Barbara Gordon?

Hmm?

- Barbara?
- Don't.

[INHALES DEEPLY]

[SIGHS]

We need a plan.

Now, we have to assume that Harley's
got complete control over the Clocktower.

Helena.

Helena.

[IMITATING DRUMMING]

[IMITATING TRUMPET PLAYING]

Shh. A few more adjustments.

Done. Oh!

Every television in New Gotham
is receiving my signal!

Oh, Gibson.
Everyone watching will go mad.

Ranting, writhing, stark, raving,
full-metal jacket nuts! Ha, ha!

The city will be on its knees.

- I need a drink. Pennyworth!
ALFRED: Madam?

- Buttle me. Something strong.
- As you wish.

Might I suggest a selection
from Master Bruce's private stock?

Yes. That sounds perfect.

[BOTH GIGGLE]

[CROWD SHOUTING NEARBY]

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

Bunch of kids smashing things up
in the halls.

[GLASS SMASHING NEARBY]

Oh, God, it's Harley.

I've hacked far enough into the Clocktower
to tell she's using it...

...to hijack every televised broadcast
in New Gotham.

She must be sending out some kind
of hypnotic signal. Driving everyone crazy.

- Can you stop it?
- No. Not from here.

We need to get back to the Clocktower.

Did you get everything?

Yeah. The infirmary only had
a few contact lenses.

We need enough for us. I'll add a polarizing
layer to the contacts to give us immunity.

- Like a one-way mirror.
- Exactly.

What about them?

Do you think you can broadcast
an antidote?

Yeah, probably.

If we can get back to the Clocktower.

And without Helena...

[DOOR OPENS]

I don't wanna talk.
You wanna drink, you can stay.

They need you.

Did you hear what I said?

[SCOFFS]

Who are you right now? Hmm?

You're not hypnotized anymore.

But the Helena Kyle that I know,
I don't recognize her now.

Maybe that's because she's a mirage.

- You're not responsible.
- Sure I am.

I told Quinzel about Wade
before I was hypnotized.

[SCOFFS]

I let her see me.

I told her so much.

I let her in, Reese.

Who was I kidding?

One minute of thinking
that I might be as good as my father.

This isn't about that.

From what I can tell, it never has been.

Come on. This right here,
what you're doing, this is about you.

Helena, look at me.

Hey, look at me.

What are you so afraid of?

You don't get it, Reese.

It's not worth it. Wade is dead.

And before all this is over,
any one of us could be.

Or worse.

I don't want that to be you.

If this wasn't worth it,
if my life didn't matter to you...

...if yours didn't matter to me,
then I would help you finish this bottle.

But damn it, Helena, it does matter.

Okay, it hurts. It hurts like hell...

...but that's how you know it's worth it.

What if it hurts too much?

[SIGHS]

I'm kidding myself.

A few pairs of contacts aren't gonna help
when the whole city's gone mad.

It's over.

It is not over.

We'll get back into the Clocktower.

The Clocktower's a fortress.

We can't get in. No one can.

HELENA:
I can.

I'm sorry I ran.

It won't happen again.
I'm so sorry for what I did.

- Look, Helena...
- No. We'll argue later.

Right now I've got an idea.

[HELICOPTER FLYING O VERHEAD]

QUINZEL:
Oh, what happened? I've been worried.

I killed them. Slowly.

You have a future in this organization.
Come here. Let me look at you.

[BARKS]

What? Is my makeup running again?

No. You look lovely as usual.

Go, rest. Eat. We have work to do later.

[BARBARA GRO ANS]

Hey. You sure you're gonna be all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What if this thing quits on you?
You lose control of your legs.

- That's a long way down.
- Then you go on without me.

That's not gonna happen.

All right. Helena should have the security
bypassed by now. You ready?

DINAH: Yeah.
- Let's go.

ALFRED: That will be quite enough
of that, Miss Helena.

Mistress Harley
will be sorely disappointed.

- Unh!
- We could do this all night.

That's always been one
of my two favorite sentences.

[QUINZEL CHUCKLES]

QUINZEL: Why won't you tell me
how you broke my hypnotic spell?

Let me think.
Could it be because you're psycho?

[GIBSON WHIMPERS]

Wait. That's right. An evil psycho.

[GIBSON WHIMPERS]

HELENA:
Wait. Wait, I almost forgot.

An evil, psycho bitch.

[SIGHS]

[HELENA GRUNTS]

- Is that all you got?
- You know, I have to say, I am impressed.

You've taken it for so long.

- I kind of had to.
- Oh, right. Superhero code.

- No.
- No?

Okay, I'll bite.

I had to buy Alfred enough time
to disable the security system.

What?

- All set, Alfred?
- All set, Miss Helena.

- Oh, Mistress Harley, buttle this.
- Oh, you have an antidote.

Oh, that is so annoying. I'll just have
to give you another dose.

No go. Treated contact lenses.

Oh, nice. But who are we kidding?

He's a hundred years old.
They'll kill him in two seconds.

Yeah, I think it's gonna be a tiny bit
more interesting than you think.

- Thanks.
- Nice crib.

We like to call it home.

[GIBSON YELLING]

[LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY]

[YELLING]

- Where is he?
- Oh, Mr. Wade Brixton? He's gone.

Does it bother you that my lips were
the last his touched?

Soft lips. So sweetly tender.

Cute little trickle of blood
running out his side when he died.

Barbara, don't.

- Stay back, Helena.
HELENA: Barbara, listen to me.

- There's nothing left to say.
- Yes, there is.

You have saved me so many times,
it's my turn.

When my mom died, you told me something
that I didn't understand until right now.

You told me revenge
might dull the pain...

...but the less we felt, the less we were.

- It was a lie.
HELENA: No, it wasn't.

Barbara, this is my last chance
to get forgiveness for what I did.

If I could give my life to have Wade back,
you know I would...

...but I can't.

Barbara, we don't kill, no matter what.

I can't let you do this.

It makes us less.

It makes us less.

Barbara.

So Alfred, you worked
for this bat guy?

Batman. Yes, detective, for many years.

- And he lived in a cave?
- Well, no.

Master Bruce lived in the manor.

The Batcave was his operational
headquarters, as it were.

Ha, ha. Right.

Well, what was up with this, uh,
Robin character? What was his story?

[ALFRED CHUCKLES]

DINAH: You sure you're okay, Gibson?
- Quite sure. No aftereffects whatsoever.

Although I find it deeply disturbing
that for the first time in my life...

...including gestation,
I remember absolutely none of it.

- Ha, ha. Consider yourself lucky.
- Was it really that bad?

Let's just say we had no idea
you identified so closely with King Kong.

[ALL LAUGH]

- Anyway, do you need a hand?
- Yeah.

Delphi's quiet and the news reports
say everything's back to normal.

Yeah, at least out there.

- Barbara, l...
- We've all lost people before, Helena.

You, me, Dinah.

And as long as we do this,
that's a chance we take.

God, I miss him.

Barbara, I'm so sorry.

I know you are...

...but you never chose any of this.

And what you did to set it right...

You know what you did.

You know who you are, Helena.

Yeah.

I kind of feel like...

...maybe now I do.

Maybe I'm not Batman's
little girl anymore.

Sometimes I feel like he's watching...

...Iooking over my shoulder.

Looking down on all of us. Ha.

Kind of like a big guardian bat.

Ha, ha. Kind of. Kind of like that.

ALFRED:
Master Bruce...

...I thought you might want to know,
your daughter's doing rather well.

You would be most proud.

Most proud indeed.

[ENGLISH SDH]