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The penthouse suite as you requested.

Finest view in the city.

Will you need anything else, sir?

Privacy.

Yes, sir.

You were right.

They're into recycling big time.

There's only one hitch.

Those cars are stolen.

I guess that's my cue.

What the... Ahh!

Slag him!

Oh, and, Terry, there was one other thing.

- Yeah? - Your mother celled.

She wants you to pick up some milk on the way home.

Milk?

That's gonna have to wait.

Terry?

Te r?

Huh? What?

Did you get the milk last night?

Jeez, I forgot. Sorry, Mom.

I was totally slagged.

Ter, I know you've been working hard for Mr. Wayne

and I'm really proud of you,

but I need your help too.

Keeping this house running isn't easy...

Especially when you're studying for that dumb exam.

Look, I need to pass that certification to get a promotion at work.

It's hard, but I just can't do everything alone.

I know. I'm sorry. I'II pitch in more.

I promise.

Housekeeping.

Go away.

Remember, I promised my mom I'd be home early tonight,

so she can study for her test.

First things first.

I just picked up a break-in at the Casemore Tribal Arts Gallery.

I'm on it.

Sloppy.

Whoever did this must've wanted company.

You should see this place.

Antiques, relics.

You'd feel right at home.

Cute.

Whoa.

The natives are restless.

Come on out.

Is that all the fight you have in you?

Ready to call it quits?

Never.

0th

Terry, are you all right?

Yeah.

But our mystery guest's gone.

Who was that guy?

Late again.

Mom! Matt!

Sorry, I got hung up.

Terry, you knew I was counting on you.

Someone's gonna get it.

Zip the lip, twip.

Look, I've gotta run.

You boys are on your own for dinner.

Stay out of trouble.

Don't worry about us. We'll be fine.

- Hey. - So where do you wanna eat?

How about Cheezy Dan's?

- Again? - Yeah, it's the greatest.

They've got pizza and games and all kinds of cool stuff.

Whatever.

Terry.

Hey, Max, what are you doing here?

Playing Fragatron 3000. The games here kick.

See? I told you.

- Who's the twip? - My brother Matt.

Max is in my genetics class.

Cool! They have Death Ray Buckaroos!

Later.

Oh, no.

This is not good.

- Come on, Matt. - Hey, I'm not done yet.

Max.

I just got a call from my boss.

Can you keep an eye on the twip till I get back?

No sweat. Help yourself, kid.

Thanks.

We've got trouble.

What is it?

You know that freak from the art gallery?

He's following me.

Try and lose him.

I'll see what I can come up with.

Your money or a pie.

Some other time.

That's not funny, man.

What's your hurry, dreg?

You've gotta help, Officer.

This nut with a spear's after me.

A spear, huh? That's a new one.

Can you describe him?

Six-foot-four, half-naked, tattoos all over his body.

You can't miss him.

Uh-huh.

May I see your ID?

I'm not scamming. Check it out.

Wait here.

Nothing.

Williams?

I don't think I shook him.

Who is this guy?

According to INTERPOL files, he's known as the Stalker.

A big game hunter

who's wanted on three continents for poaching.

He only goes after the most dangerous predators.

So why is he on my case?

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, keep it down. I'm sleeping here.

Somebody get me out of here!

Easy, man. It's a newjacket.

No.

What happened to you?

Long story.

Where's Matt?

He went tubing.

Great. I'll never get him out of there.

Come on, twip. Time to go.

I'm warning you, don't make me come up there.

Mattie?

Oh, no.

Just as I suspected.

That flash grenade covered you and everything you touched

with a microscopic phosphorous powder.

When viewed through a special lens,

you must have stood out like a Roman candle.

So that's how he tracked me, and how he found Matt.

It wasn't your fault.

But if anything happens to him...

It won't.

I found this in the pocket.

It's a map.

No.

A trap.

What are you gonna do, mister?

Cut my heart out? Eat my liver?

Don't be dramatic.

You are merely bait.

Freaky.

What happened to your back?

A hunting accident.

The panther was wounded.

And I was careless.

Ouch.

My back was broken in five places.

They had to replace my spine.

The operation was excruciating.

But it artificially enhanced my strength and reflexes.

After I recovered, I went back,

and, with my bare hands, got my revenge.

It was easy. Too easy.

I had become so powerful, no prey could challenge me.

To one who lives for the thrill of the hunt,

this was a tragedy.

My life was over,

until I heard that the legendary Batman had returned.

Batman?

I'd always imagined this Batman to be an ageless soul

inhabiting the greatest warrior of each generation.

If this bat spirit really existed,

it would present the ultimate challenge.

You want a fight, dreg?

Let's go.

Cool.

Impressive.

You've drawn first blood.

Now it's my turn.

You're the legendary Batman?

The dark demon of the concrete jungle?

Pathetic.

[yelpingl.

Yeah!

I've stalked kittens with more tooth than you.

Meow.

Whoa!

For that, I'll drink your blood.

Huh?

Hunting season's over.

No. Impossible.

You're a devil! Stay back!

Weird.

What happened to him?

He was running from his own demons.

Looks like they finally caught him.

You should've been there, Mom.

It was awesome.

Matt, I was so worried.

There was this big guy with a spear and tattoos all over his body

and he put me in this cage.

What? Why?

I don't know.

Then Batman showed up and barn, Wham, pow!

He saved me!

Batman's so cool.

Not a loser like you.

Hey, we can't all be Batman.