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- Ten minutes. - Yeah, yeah.

What's the matter, the other one not good enough for ya?

What's the matter now?

Whoa!

Whoa!

Heel! Stop!

Slag it.

OW!

Let him go, Ace.

I said let him...

Jeez!

What's gotten into...

Hey!

Burn it.

How come you never put a tracer on the mutt?

He never ran away from me.

I ran the serial number from the gun.

According to the records, it was destroyed in the police impound.

So the guy had an illegal blaster.

We need to find out, why, who he is,

what he needs that gun for.

- As soon as I find Ace... - No. Now.

You want me to just leave him out here?

Ace is a survivor. He'll be all right.

I hope somebody told him that.

That looks right.

Close enough. Hit it.

You really believe Ace recognized this guy?

It's possible.

Either way, it's our only lead.

- That him? - Yeah.

- Who is he? - Ronny Boxer.

He's got a dense rap file for illegal sporting events.

Dog sports. The scum.

Yes, and now we know where Ace knows him from.

Big, black.

A Dane mix. He's got tags.

Nothing's been reported in any of the shelters.

He's a very resourceful dog.

Rest assured, sir, if he's out there we'll catch him. It's what we do.

No luck from the shelters and you're still not worried?

I don't worry.

- What's that? - Undercover ploy.

I found someone who could lead me to our friend Ronny Boxer.

I just have to trick him into doing it.

And who knows,

maybe I'll get a lead on Ace from him, too.

What did he do to you, boy?

What do you got for me, Maddie?

Over here, Mr. Boxer.

Got a litter a couple of weeks ago.

Saved the best one for you.

Look at these mitts.

Gonna be huge. A mangler.

After I get through training him, he will.

Take care of the paperwork.

Don't I always?

Come on, you scrawny little mutt.

Show me what you're made of.

Go for it. Go for it.

That's it, fella, tear it up.

I want you mean.

Ladies and gentlemen, online viewing is about to begin.

I think the pup's outmatched, boss.

Win or lose,

the crowd is gonna eat it up.

But the pup could get hurt.

He turns out a loser, he goes back to the pound.

Eh, plenty more where he came from.

Gotham Police, nobody moves.

Due to technical difficulties, tonight's match has been postponed...

Freeze!

Hey, hey! That's my dog.

Not anymore, he's not.

- Nice neighborhood, eh? - Not really.

- It was a joke. - Stop here.

Here?

You sure you got the right address?

Yes. My parents were killed here.

A long time ago.

- You can stay in the car. - Right.

Thank you, sir.

Ho, ho, ho!

Got your Tannenbaum here.

How about a little Christmas cred?

Ah! Get off me.

Get out of here.

Don't worry, boy.

I won't ever let anyone hurt you again.

Okay, boy. Nice and easy.

Okay, mutt. If it's a fight you want...

Hey.

Wait a minute. I didn't do nothing.

- What's your problem? - I don't know.

OW!

Why were you following us?

I wasn't following you.

I was following him.

- Do I know you? - No.

But you're gonna want to.

Talk to me.

I heard your boss was looking for sport dogs.

I got one at home that's a born brawler.

A real winner. Not afraid of no one.

Look, what he did here.

And me he likes.

Takes more than teeth to make a good sport dog.

But if he's got half the juice you got, he might be worth a scan.

You give this guy a call. Tell him Ozzie sent ya.

Wayne, it's me. I got a number for you to trace.

Not this time, Fido.

Don't fight it, fella.

Don't want you to hurt yourself.

You could be worth a lot of money to me.

Tough guy like you.

As long as you don't belong to no one.

You sure this is Ronny Boxer's place?

Looks more like chem lab 101.

I'm sure.

I wouldn't wanna be sleeping next to this stuff.

He's got enough trithane to supply every hospital on the East Coast.

- Trithane? - Yeah.

And some metatonin.

Zirconite.

And this one I can't even pronounce.

Zeltanic methylchlorine?

You're scaring me.

It's the final ingredient in making the serostone.

The growth hormone?

He must be using it on the dogs.

Turning them into monsters.

And I thought he couldn't stoop any lower.

All in the name of profit, Batman.

You okay?

Yeah, but Ronny got away again.

Shut your yap.

What you doing here, Maddie?

I don't have time for games.

Got a dog for you, Mr. Boxer.

He's a real contender.

You trying to cheat me?

Selling me back my own mutt?

- What? I swear, I- - Slag it.

Must be fate, me and this pooch.

We were meant to be together, ain't that right, boy?

Put him below, I'II deal with him after the games.

And if nothing else,

he'll make a nice playmate for the other dogs.

I thought I might be able to get a bead on Ronny's car.

But I lost too much time with the fire.

You're in luck. I got a lead on the web.

Tonight's dog games are a floating event.

It's on an old barge down at Pier 22.

Ronny's been busy with his chemistry set.

These dogs are huge.

Don't worry about the dogs.

Worry about the people.

We're moving.

They must be taking the barge offshore to start the games.

Then where is everybody?

Things are a whole lot simpler than they used to be, Batman.

Everything's automated.

Don't need cameramen.

Don't even need handlers.

I control all the action with the touch of a button.

You wanna know what's behind door number one, Batman?

One of your serostone creations. I saw them.

Not this one, you didn't.

He's my first experiment with the stuff.

Guess I went a little overboard.

I was gonna put him out to pasture

but I always knew I'd find a use for him.

Down, boy, I'm not gonna hurt you.

Much.

You're more entertaining than some of my dogs, Batman.

But I've got a webcast to put on in about ten minutes

so I'm afraid I'm gonna have to put this in the express lane.

Good dog.

What'd you do with Ronny?

Help!

Somebody. Anybody.

Help.