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Hey, it's a free rooftop, isn't it?

Nightwing. What're you doing here?

Just following a pattern of obsessive behavior instilled in me at an early age.

You should work on your stealth skills. I heard you coming halfway across the roof.

- Good to see you, too. - Hey, look.

Somehow I doubt anyone's doing repair work at this hour.

All right, now. Let's climb down nice and slow.

- Not so fast, big fellow. - You heard him.

All wrapped up and no place to go.

- You okay? - Yeah. Who is that guy?

- Peaches? - It's a monkey.

I know that gorilla.

Go ahead.

- You could have warned me. - Where would the fun be in that?

- Hey, Dick Grayson. Long time no see. - Hi, Bruno.

You finally put on a little weight.

- Hey, Connie. - Dickie. Couldn't stay away, huh?

You kidding? Kid's got circus in the blood.

Nice to see you, too, Pete.

This must've been such a cool place to grow up.

It was.

There she is. Hello, Peaches. Hello, girl.

You sure that's the one? She seems kind of different.

I thought it was her. Hey.

This ain't no petting zoo.

- Miranda? - Yeah?

Miranda, it's me, Dickie.

Dickie Grayson?

- You've grown. - So have you.

- Tim Drake. Friend of Dickie's. - Miranda Kane.

So you knew Dick when you were kids?

We grew up together. Two circus brats from two old circus families.

The Kane Family Wild Animal Acts!

And the Flying Graysons. So where are your folks?

- Retired to Sarasota. - I have been away a long time.

- So you train the animals? - Some. Like Peaches here.

- She remembers me. - Circus policy.

No one touches the animals but me. Insurance premiums just got too high.

We're setting up the cages, Miss Kane. Sorry. You're gonna have to leave now.

Some of us have to work for a living.

You could knock.

I did a little computer tracking of the Hayley Circus tour for the last six months.

Each town the circus played in...

was visited by a series of robberies.

Electronic items, like chips, microtools, circuitry.

No way Miranda had anything to do with these robberies.

She had the time, experience and access to train the gorilla.

- I know her. - You knew her. A lifetime ago.

What?

Computer picked up a silent alarm at the Sharp Alert car locator factory.

That's only 10 blocks away.

Coming?

He should be all right.

Hello.

Not exactly your quiet type.

Not real big on neatness.

You take the brown one. I'll take the other brown one.

Wonder where you learned that.

You got to have a soft spot somewhere.

Guess not.

- You all right? - Yeah. What's a couple of ribs?

Okay. Now.

Come on, Dolly. Dolly!

You, too, Polly.

- Good girls. - Be sure it's locked this time.

We got enough yahoos running around this city...

without having to deal with Yogi and Boo Boo too.

Look, I don't know how they got out...

but I assure you, I have these bears under control.

Swell. Because I'll be back in the morning to make out a police report.

And by that time, toots, you better have something more to say...

than "I don't know."

Okay, Mr. Happy, off the car.

I ain't laughing, Clarabell.

I'll give you to the count of three.

Three.

I hate clowns.

- What are you doing here? - I heard about the bears on TV.

I figured they must be yours.

That gives you an excuse to break into my trailer?

I didn't break in. The door was open.

Seems like I'm having problems with locking doors these days.

Is that what happened? You forgot to lock the cage?

No, I didn't forget.

I may not be as careful about my own door, but I locked those cages.

- Then how? - Someone's messing with my animals.

That's how. And I'm gonna find out who it is.

I'm thinking of having an alarm installed.

Good news. I managed to get the security video.

Wanna see what those bears were after?

Smart bears.

Too smart.

There's my girls. I'm so proud of you.

You performed brilliantly.

Now bend down.

Wouldn't want any snoopy-snoops finding these control chips, now, would we?

What are you doing with my bears?

"'I can't explain myself, ' said Alice, 'because I'm not myself, you see."'

- Who are you? - A lonely wretch named Jervis Tetch.

- Also known as... - The Mad Hatter.

At your service.

"The time has come," the walrus said "To talk of many things".

Of bears and snakes, and clever crimes That spring from circus rings.

- Awfully quiet. - Which way is her trailer?

This way.

Help! Somebody!

On the other hand, that way might be good too.

Help me! I can't control them.

Get the whip.

Back, Jamba! Get back!

- Stay behind me. - Get her out. Now.

The Mad Hatter. He manipulated my animals. He's go...

- We're way ahead of you. - Where is he?

I saw him head for the big top.

Do cats eat bats? Do bats eat cats?

Good evening, Batman. You'll excuse me if I don't tip my hat.

- It's over, Hatter. - And I was so close.

- Close to what? - Perfection.

My mind control with animals had progressed...

to where I could control them from great distances.

See what they saw. Direct their every movement.

People, though, that's another story.

With people, I still need proximity.

- Miranda. - It's no use, Nightwing.

She can't hear you.

She's under Mad Hatter's control.

Exactly right, Batman. Like everyone in the confines of this tent.

I suppose that makes me the true ringmaster.

Sorry.

Nightwing, look out!

They are unaware of pain or fear. You can't defeat them, Batman.

Want some jam with your toast, Batman?

No!

Good girl. You're my ticket out of here.

Hats off in the presence of a lady. Right, Peaches?

I hate having to resort to such a base, pedestrian form of violence.

But you leave me no choice.

Get her off! Get her off!

- You gonna stop her? - Eventually.

Tim said he wanted to see what circus life was like...

so I arranged for him to spend the week with Miranda.

- He's going to help train animals? - Not exactly.

When you're done, I still have the bears' cage.

Great.

- Man, I miss it. - What?

Show business.

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