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You warm enough, hon?

Sam, I'm never cold. You know that.

My warm-blooded wife.

I heard the DA's office is plea-bargaining the Densmore case.

Do you know how hard my men worked to...

Uh-uh-uh, no shoptalk after hours.

You want to discuss my shortcomings as a DA,

call my office and make an appointment, Commissioner.

Did you hear...

Sam, get back. {933931.

This way.

Officer under attack. Shots fired.

Gotham Park, Central Drive. Repeat, Gotham Park.

Gotcha.

I gotta get me one of those swords.

This is the police.

Put your weapon down and step back.

This is your last warning.

Put your weapon down now.

Whoa!

Forget Batman. Stop the woman.

- Are you all right, hon? - Yeah, fine.

Just fine.

That's her. Kind of blurry.

It's the only photo INTERPOL has.

It was taken at the airport assassination in Berlin.

- Who is she? - Curaré.

She's as lethal as her name.

A member of The Society Of Assassins.

No one knows her original name anymore,

or her face.

What about the sword?

A scimitar.

Sharpened by lasers to an edge no thicker than a molecule.

Guess you'll want me to keep an eye on the commissioner.

No, Barbara Gordon's not the target.

Her husband is.

How did she... Man, what do we do?

- Hello, Barbara. - Long time, Bruce.

- How's Sam? - Holding up.

He's scheduled to testify Wednesday at the trial of Fyodor Davich,

the international arms dealer.

Without the testimony, Davich will walk.

So he's arranged for my husband to be hit before the deposition.

I see you've sewed up the bullet holes.

You're Batgirl. She's Batgirl.

Was Batgirl.

That brand of costume justice went out with the tommy gun, kid.

I appreciate what you did tonight,

but I want you to stay out of police business.

Of course, maybe I'm talking to the wrong guy.

Hard to believe you're still remaking your image at this late date.

- I never forced him. - It's what I wanted.

That's what we all thought at the beginning.

I've looked the other way so far,

but I'm not my father.

I don't want to have to come back here again. Capisce?

Does this mean you won't be wanting the information I have on Curaré?

I mean it, Bruce. Stay out of it.

You were taught to expect the unexpected, Curaré.

Batman should not have made a difference nor the police.

No matter how many there were.

You know the price of failure.

I only hope you haven't lost your edge.

Checkpoint 2, everything okay?

Perimeters are all secure, ma 'am. Tight as a coffin.

That's reassuring.

Don't worry, Sam.

I won't let anyone get within 100 yards of you.

I thought the man was supposed to protect the woman.

Last century, babe.

Your car's ready, commissioner.

Just do what I told you to, and it will all be fine.

I'm telling you, Bruce,

the president should have this much protection.

Hey, she's leaving.

Who?

Barbara Gordon.

She's got to know Curare's going to be there.

Nobody'd be crazy enough to take on all these...

Hello.

- It came from over here. - Where's Jack?

Checkpoint 1, how close is she? Come in.

Look out!

A fake.

Upstairs, quickly.

Hold your fire.

She's gone.

Got it, Commissioner. I'm taking him there now.

- Is there a problem? - She got away.

It wasn't me who set off the alarm.

I did the best I could.

This is the last warning you get.

If I see so much as a pointy-eared shadow anywhere near police business,

I'II drag you and Bruce to jail.

You've got me?

Why do you hate him so much?

Ancient history, McGinnis.

History's my favorite subject.

So, you and Dick Grayson, like, dated?

In college. Puppy love.

Later on, we just never talked about it.

People should communicate more.

Dick finally got fed up living in Batman's shadow.

He decided to leave.

He was hurt when I chose to stay behind with Bruce.

As his partner.

His girlfriend?

Whoa.

On the street, it was like ballet.

We were the perfect duo.

But for Bruce, Batman,

there was nothing but the street.

Eventually, that gets old.

Time comes when you gotta hang up the cape.

But Bruce wouldn't.

Or couldn't.

So I left and never looked back.

No, I don't hate him.

I hate what he's become.

Such a great man, so alone.

Coffee's on me, kid.

My husband gives his deposition tomorrow at 7:00.

We'll be escorting him back into Gotham on the 6:15 Metro.

I want SWAT mobilized,

but keep the details on a need-to-know basis.

The fewer people who know about this, the better.

The 6:15 Metro takes the most direct route

and makes the fewest stops.

Good for security.

I'm betting Sam will be on that one.

There are several points where you could jump aboard.

Yeah, on my one-way mp back to “Me.

I'm figuring your best bet would be this juncture.

Come on. I told you what the commish said.

What are you trying to prove?

I'm just trying to protect her.

- It's what I do. - Okay.

But this is Gordon's collar.

I like her, Bruce. I respect her.

I'm not gonna cross her.

Do you know what happens when a member

of The Society Of Assassins fails to kill his target?

He becomes the target.

You mean they kill their own?

Except they've never had to.

Not one of them has ever failed.

And Curare is the best they have.

In half an hour, it'll all be over.

Do I look worried?

Sanchez!

Sentry 1, report. Sentry 1.

We're in deep trouble, aren't we, hon?

We've got ten inches of steel to hold her off.

Officer in need of assistance.

Anyone, respond.

So much for help.

Look out!

Down!

I guess you never lose the touch.

- How'd it feel? - Like old times.

You better go. It wouldn't look good if...

Like old times, all right.

I hear that Sam's deposition is sure to convict Davich.

Barbara must be pleased.

You should've seen her, Bruce.

She sure swings a mean Batarang.

- She always did. - Hold on.

The unnamed woman believed to be a hired assassin

escaped from police custody.

Her whereabouts are unknown.

- Did you hear that? - It's all right.

Curaré won't be going after Sam anymore.

She has other concerns now.