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After my parents were murdered

I was adopted by the richest man in the city.

He took me in.

Gave me everything I could want.

Except the reason why.

In a city filled with orphans

why me?

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

He hid from the world who he really was.

Behind a mask.

Point!

But then again, so did I.

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

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

that you discover who you really are.

Just saying, you could've thrown the match

and had the next four weekends off.

Clearly, I did not think this through.

Should I ask Brody for a do-over?

Deny your dad the chance

to have another championship fencer in the family?

Hard nope.

Where is he, anyway?

He said he was gonna be here.

Guessing he had to work late.

Hey!

Who's up for a party at my house?

- Hi, Turner! - Hey, Turner!

Hey, guys.

Oh, shit!

Nice reflexes. Thanks...

Carrie.

- We have trig together. - Right.

Sorry, I suck.

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

I don't know half their names, either.

Desecrating your father's house, I see.

Well, then, carry on.

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

Oh, I haven't seen a thing.

I certainly haven't seen the amorous couple

making use of the billiards room.

Guys, come on.

There are 30 other rooms in this place to hook up

and that's a 17th-century couch.

Technically, it's a canapé.

Stephanie?

Mom, I swear we were just talking.

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

find somewhere else to pick up our conversation.

Somebody broke into the good stuff.

Your dad gonna be okay with that?

I don't think he'll miss it.

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

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

I doubt he can hear it from Wayne Tower.

Hey.

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

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

Yeah, not gonna be a next time.

At least not with her.

Motion sensors are toast.

Come along, team.

Crime is money.

What?

Never broke into a place this fancy.

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

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

Hello, hello, my pretty lady.

How many zeroes are you worth?

Duela?

Can we focus on our plan, please?

You mean, my plan?

That includes me not-so-patiently waiting

for your sister to get the safe open.

Somebody beat me to it.

All right, I don't like this.

There you are, you .38-caliber cutie.

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

She's not just any old gun.

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

The barrel's warm.

It's been fired recently.

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

Oh, my God.

We've been set up.

Go... go!

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

Bruce?

Freeze! Stop right there!

Suspects spotted entering north stairwell.

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

All units divert to the north stairwell.

Okay. South stairwell it is.

What are you drinking?

You know how to make a...

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

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

Could I interest you in a

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

In My Dad's Maserati"?

Here's to questionable choices.

Didn't say I was questioning mine.

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

You have everything he wants.

Everybody, relax. I got this.

Harvey.

Turner...

It's your father.

I'm so, so sorry.

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

He's dead.

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

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

That's what everybody said back then.

Turner, there are gonna be some things

comin' out about your dad.

So I have to ask you this.

Did you know he was Batman?

He can't be Batman!

If he was, where is it?

Where's the Batsuit?

He would've told me.

Sometimes parents keep secrets.

I know my dad.

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

He would've told me.

It's gonna be okay.

Do you hear that?

Oh, my God.

It's true.

Thousands have lined the streets

to honor the city's fallen hero

Bruce Wayne

who, Gotham has now learned, was Batman.

Wayne is survived by his son, Turner Hayes

who he adopted from the slums of Burnside.

Now twice orphaned, Hayes joins the city in grief.

One that is left to wonder

who will protect Gotham

now that Batman is dead.

Dent.

Got an anonymous tip

on where Wayne's killers might be holed up.

Good.

Guys, this is blood money.

This is the money that is finally gonna get

you and me out of Gotham.

Okay? We didn't kill anyone.

An entire city thinks that we killed Batman.

Which is exactly what whoever set us up wanted.

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

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

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

You didn't even get their name.

Oh! Well, what was I supposed to do?

Ask for an ID?

Maybe a gas bill? A canceled cheque?

You see, in crime

people who hire you to do something illegal

usually don't want it traced back to them.

Exactly. And now it only traces back to us.

Funeral is starting.

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

For years, you knew Bruce Wayne

as Gotham's most prominent businessman.

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

But to me...

he was just my dad.

He had an entire city to save...

and yet he insisted on saving one more.

Me.

Freeze! Back off!

When my parents were killed

he gave me a home.

He took a scared, broken kid

from the worst part of Gotham

and raised me as his own.

An orphan himself...

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

But instead of retreating into despair...

he became a force for justice.

A beacon of hope...

for all to look to when hope seems lost.

What he stood for, will always live on.

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

strong enough to defy the darkness.

Turner.

I just got word GCPD apprehended the killers.

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

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

but I thought you might find a little solace

knowing that... we got 'em.

No.

Not until I know who put them up to it.

Turner...

We're gonna find whoever it was.

Are you sure?

With no Batman

who's gonna solve the murder of Bruce Wayne?

The Mutant Gang

has claimed responsibility

for the fires that have engulfed The Narrows.

Since the demise of the Dark Knight

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

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

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

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

- Cressida... - I will let slide

the occasional pillaging of the wine cellar.

Truancy is another matter entirely.

It's my job now to protect you.

Even from yourself.

Your father had Alfred, you have me.

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

Born in Arkham Asylum. In and out of juvie.

Back in again. Petty theft. Grand larceny.

Assault. Assault.

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

you know about.

I would like to speak with my legal counsel.

Then you shouldn't have shattered her kneecap.

She shouldn't have tried to get me

to plead guilty to something I didn't do.

Got your prints on the gun that killed Bruce Wayne.

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

Who paid you?

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

Police found this on you.

So, is it true?

Are you really the Joker's daughter?

Is that why you murdered Batman?

You're saying I did it for the money

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

So, let me get this straight.

Somebody paid me to do something

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

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

I'm just a girl with two working kneecaps.

But you two might wanna get your stories straight

before you take this to a judge.

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

Thanks.

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

Well, if you ever wanna talk or lie

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

Hey.

You doing okay?

I'm fine.

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

It can't be easy.

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

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

Brody.

I didn't know.

Oh, come on, you had to have known.

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

It must be a relief.

Hey!

Yeah. That's what I'm feeling.

Relief.

Turner.

Sorry, Brody was such a dick.

He was right.

The killers knew he was Batman.

Which means they knew my dad better than I did.

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

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

Right next to who had him killed.

Give it time.

The GCPD is throwing everything they have at this.

There's one thing they don't have.

The Batcave.

Do you have any idea how powerful this thing is?

- No. Do you? - Nope.

That's what makes me nervous.

And a little excited.

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

Never hacked into anything that secure before.

But I've always wanted to try.

Harper Row.

Straight A's. Honor roll.

But seven months before graduation, you drop out.

Unlike you, I didn't take AP Calculus

so maybe you can do that math for me.

It's not math. It's history.

Mom left.

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

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

But, having one under his roof was another story.

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

Your brother?

Cullen Row.

Really?

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

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

Fine.

I got another dead name for him.

- Bruce Wayne! - Ford!

Take a walk.

Sorry about that.

From what your sister told me

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

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

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

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

And maybe I know that you are not a killer.

No, just desperate for money.

And then, Duela just pirouettes her way

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

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

was Bruce Wayne's life?

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

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

'cause that's not what happened.

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

I'm just trying to get the truth.

It was me.

I'm the one who killed Bruce Wayne.

I'll sign whatever confession you want.

But my brother walks.

Who paid you the money?

I don't know.

Then we don't have a deal.

All we know is that the killers were paid

a hundred grand in cash.

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

Oh, yes, I can.

You get into Gotham National Bank?

I'm in all the banks.

At the same time.

Offshore accounts, slush funds, shell corporations.

I could do some damage with this thing.

Just get me the name of who paid them.

I'll do the rest.

No.

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

I'm not helping you become some vigilante.

That a match?

Seventeen withdrawals over four days.

Same account.

Exact amount paid to the killers.

Whose account is it?

- Yours. - What?

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

That doesn't make any sense.

We better call the police before the bank does.

I think they already did.

Turner Hayes, you have the right to remain silent.

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

Gotham is in shock today

over the arrest of Bruce Wayne's

adopted son, Turner Hayes

who is suspected of masterminding

the billionaire's murder.

Get him out of those handcuffs.

Harvey, I didn't do this.

Hey, you listen to me.

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

You understand me?

Listen, I know Turner.

Serial numbers on the bills from his account

match the ones the suspects were found with.

It doesn't make any sense.

Biological parents were murdered.

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

Now his adoptive father is gunned down.

Once is a tragedy. Twice is a pattern.

- Then what's the motive? - Motive?

Three days before he was murdered

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

Wanted to change the beneficiary.

Sounds like a hell of a motive to me.

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

Look, you're the sole beneficiary.

They could argue that Bruce was planning

to cut you out of his will.

You mean, you could argue that.

You're the DA, right?

You told me not to say anything without an attorney.

Turner, I talked to Cressida.

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

Everyone thinks I did it.

No. I don't.

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

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

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

Does it mean anything to you?

- Anything at all? - No.

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

On your feet.

Hey.

I've got you.

Oh, look.

It's the Bat-brat.

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

Since, you know, your pops killed mine.

Little history, though.

Papa J ditched me and my mom in Arkham

before my first tooth came in

when he started bangin' this little...

this little size-two

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

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

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

I hate my dad.

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

What's the matter?

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

I did not pay you to kill my dad.

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

You don't know how lucky you are.

To actually have a dad who cared about you.

And you had him killed, to what

speed up that little inheritance of yours?

You don't know anything about me...

- Get away from him. - Harper, Harper.

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

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

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

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

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

Your prints are all over the damn gun!

- Duela! - Let go of me!

Break it up!

Settle down!

Cullen!

Get these animals cuffed and stuffed.

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

Let's go!

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

It's an ongoing investigation.

I would advise the public not to rush to judgment.

You're a friend of the Wayne family.

Will you be recusing yourself from this case?

That's a fair question.

You want an answer?

I don't think I need one.

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

I'm practically his uncle.

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

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

And what better way to announce your candidacy

than after putting away an ungrateful adopted son

who bit the hand that feeds?

Or your campaign can go down in flames

when the voters believe

that despite a preponderance of evidence

you gave Turner Hayes preferential treatment

because he's family.

Shouldn't you be using your one phone call

to talk to a lawyer or somebody?

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

Of course, I do.

You always could see past the obvious.

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

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

I had to lose two parents first.

You got me through that.

And now I need you to do it again.

Anything.

You found that smoking gun with the money.

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

No pressure, right?

Time's up, Hayes.

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

I just wanna say, great job back there.

With the fight.

You made it look so convincing.

That was supposed to be fake?

Well, the punches were real enough.

And much of the feelings behind them.

But we had to lure the cops in somehow.

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

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

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

What are you talking about?

What, you haven't figured it out yet?

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

Five minutes in a cell with you

and we knew you didn't have the brains

to be the brains behind this frame job.

But whoever is behind it is gonna make sure

we have a little accident inside Blackgate.

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

Unless you wanna join us in getting out of here.

All aboard the Blackgate Express.

Let's go!

Time to pick a side.

What?

What the hell are you doin'?

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

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

Cullen and Harper had no problem getting theirs off.

What?

What's it gonna be, Bat-brat?

Hang on to something!

Come out with your hands up.

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot.

She's got my gun.

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

You're surrounded. We will fire.

Oh, what a coincidence! So will I.

No!

What are you doing?

What my father would want.

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

They don't care if we're innocent.

She's right, you know.

What?

He's in on it.

They all are.

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

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

No hard feelings, kid.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Robin.

Wait, I know you.

Carrie Kelley.

From trig!

We have to go. Now.

Tell me you brought the Batmobile.

No.

My mom's car.

Gonna be a tight squeeze.

Excuse me.

I'm not going anywhere with him.

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

You almost just got us killed.

I know. I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

I call shotgun!

How did you know it wasn't us?

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

So you knew my dad was Batman?

He didn't exactly tell me.

Just kinda found out.

Mutant Gang threw him off the roof of my apartment.

I dragged him to safety.

Not a bad way to meet your hero.

After that, I became his eyes and ears.

Even gave me these.

Called me his little Robin.

You knew my dad in a way I never will.

I knew him well enough to know

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

Not enough to tell me who he really was.

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

You both lost so much.

He was so impressed that you never gave in

to the darkness like he did.

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

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

Look, unless we all wanna be buried next to him

we might wanna get the hell out of here.

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

I want to assure the citizens of Gotham

that we are marshaling all of the city's resources

to hunt down these fugitives.

Harper and Cullen Row

the Joker's daughter...

and Bruce Wayne's own son... Turner Hayes.

As well as anyone who aids or abets them.

They'll be looking for us everywhere.

So we stick to the high ground.

Nobody really knows about this place.

So what's the plan?

We hide up here until they hunt us down?

We're gonna find who really killed my dad

and clear our names.

Look around.

A bunch of thieves-turned-fugitives.

Joker's delusional daughter.

A sidekick.

Batman's orphan.

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

Neither was my dad.

Didn't stop him from taking down criminals.

Hey. Over here in the back

I'm pretty sure the guy who killed your dad

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

No, I checked.

Ford was accounted for at the time of the murder

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

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

Swiped this from Ford during our escape.

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

Figured we can fence it.

The engraving on the back's

definitely gonna ding the street value.

Let me see.

We should've just let him kill us.

'Cause we're already dead.

Wait, what is that?

It was on a coin my dad had.

It's the symbol of The Court of Owls.

They're the ones who really run this city.

No one knows who they are

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

they'll be the last thing you ever see.

How do you know all this?

Because while you were being read bedtime stories...

I was listening to the warnings

that echoed through the halls of Arkham.

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

Ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch

behind granite and lime."

"They watch you at your hearth..."

"They watch you in your bed..."

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

No.

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