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Okay, boys, grab the loot.
And maybe a couple of those suckers too.

Not so fast, Babyface.

You've been caught
by the long arms of the law.

Well, if it isn't Plastic Man and, uh...

Uh, and, uh--

Elongated Man.
You know, the ductile detective?

Uh, never heard of you.

I just don't get it.

I'm more professional,
the better detective,

and yet the public prefers you.

Ooh, not just public, my D-list
doppelganger. Batman too.

Oh, yeah. The Caped Crusader
prefers to work with moi.

Please. The Dark Knight only turns to you
when I'm on another case,

and then, only as a last resort.

Dude, you're delusional.
Bats and I are best buds.

We hang out even when there's no evil
doing to be undone.

I would think Batman prefers a partner
who doesn't pilfer criminal proceeds.

Low blow, highbrow.

That taffy puller should keep
you wrapped up for a while, see?

This kind of incompetence

is exactly why Batman
always chooses me.

He'd rather work with me
any day of the week.

Truth be told, between the two of you,

I prefer to work alone.

Five months of careful research

to culminate
in this one magnificent moment.

Dr. Choi, hello?

Doctor, Aquaman here.

What's new, old friend?

I was just in the middle of conducting

a delicate tachyon-detection experiment,
old friend.

Tachyons, eh? Splendid. Attaboy.

Get to the point.

I'm calling about Batman.
He's-- How shall I put this?

--Shipping a bit of bilge.

Describe the bilge.

We were fighting
that toxic torment Chemo,

and the Caped Crusader,

well, he took one in the face.

I'll be right there.

Outrageous.

What miracle is this?

As the Atom, I can shrink
to the size of a subatomic particle

and ride electrons
along the phone wires.

Do it again.

Oh, my.

You don't look well at all.
Open wide for me.

Silicon-based microorganisms?

Specifically, fast-replicating,
monoclinic phyllosilicates.

What kind of medicine shall we prescribe,
doc?

You don't know what kind of doctor I am,
do you?

A hero doctor, through and through.

A physicist.

And this goes beyond medicine.
Batman's cells are mutating.

Before long, they'll overwhelm
his central nervous system,

causing a loss of motor control,
then paralysis, and finally...

Then we don't have much time.

Chemo's headed out to sea,
straight for the Bialyian nuclear test site.

Forget Chemo, old chum.
The Navy can handle him.

He's right. The only way to halt this process
is for me to go into your body

and destroy the organisms myself.

Sounds like an adventure.

Think you might need
a strong swimmer along?

One with the heart of a beluga whale?

- Oh, I don't think--
- Take him, you'll need the muscle.

Oh...

Then promise me
you won't do anything foolish.

Activity makes the
virus spread faster, okay?

Say "ah." and remember, stay put.

Ah...

I thought they'd never leave.

The human lung.

Mother Nature
is truly our greatest architect.

Look, dendritic cells, alveoli--

Yes, yes, all very interesting.

But how small are we?

About 15 microns.

Small enough to slip
between Batman's cells without damage.

And, uh, that's Batman's cilia
you're hanging from.

Cilia and sillier.

Alley-oop.

You know, this can't help
but remind me of the time I ventured

into the belly of a giant squid
to retrieve the enchanted pearl

needed to save the Falkland Islands.

Let's stay focused on the mission at hand,
shall we?

Finding those silicon compounds?

Yes, professor.

My body grows weaker
with each passing moment.

Only the thought of the destruction
that walking chemical spill will wreak

keeps me focused.

Loss of motor control, check.

Oxygen, low.

Batmobile, switch to voice command.

Voice command, active.

Surface.

As we travel through the villi,
the CP4 barium sonowave

will indicate any monoclinic
phyllosilicates in our vicinity.

English, man. English.

This little doohickey beeps
when the cooties are near.

Ah! Cooties, yes.

Okay, now we're cooking.

These phyllosilicates are dangerous,
so let's think this out.

En garde, you microscopic misanthrope.

We shall call this adventure
the one where larger than life heroes

come in small packages.

Huh? Wha--?

It's replicating.

Yes, and it's making more of itself too.

We'll just have to fight harder.

Now's the time for thinking, not fighting.

Ha! The problem with you, Atom,
is that you think when you should feel.

Time to try things my way.

A simple electromagnetic shock
will destroy them

and cure Batman in the process.
Observe.

See? Thinking's not so tough.

Maybe you should try it sometime.

There's no way
they could've spread this quickly unless--

Unless Batman disregarded my orders
for bed rest and went after Chemo.

Of course he went after Chemo.
He's Batman.

Worry not, Poindexter.
I shall lead us to safer ground.

Wait. At our size,
blood vessels are raging rivers of death.

Not if I summon us a sturdy steed.

And what exactly
are you going to summon?

This is not the ocean.
There are no fish in Batman's--

I stand corrected.

Giddyup.

Evasive subroutine, two-niner, go.

Concussive grenades, full power.

Let's hope Atom and Aquaman
are having better luck than I am.

You're going to kill us.

Have at thee.

Huzzah!

I'm king of the sea.

Just get us out of here!

That was outrageous.

I'll admit, we survived.

Good boy. You were magnificent.

Yes, big hug.

He's not hugging you.
He is merely interpreting you

as a foreign body
to be surrounded and destroyed.

Sure feels like a hug to me,

and since we found you
in Batman's bloodstream,

I think we'll name you Platelet.

- Except that's a lymphocyte.
- Platelet it is.

Neptune's beard. They're everywhere.

And we're not going to beat them
head-on.

Not the way you fight, no.

Our only chance is to find
and destroy the seed cell.

And based on these symptoms,
it can only be in one place.

Batman's brain.

Then let's ride.

Hi-yo, Platelet, away!

Chemo went to a lot of trouble
to get that nuke.

But for whom is the question.

Who's the real brain
behind this mindless brute?

You poor, pitiful fool, Batman.

I believe this is checkmate.

The Brain, ironic.

As much fun as it was
watching you match wits with Chemo,

our little toy is now going
where no one will get to it.

And if the Bialyian people
do not surrender to my rule,

my lackey's corrosive juices
will eat through the bomb's housing,

causing an explosion
that will destroy their entire country.

But before we get to that nasty business,
Batman,

I think it is time for Chemo
to put you out of your misery.

Eject.

Batman's brain.

Is that the seed cell you spoke of?

Yes.
This field pressurizer will obliterate it.

What in Davy Jones' Locker
is happening?

They're mutating.
Growing bigger, stronger.

It's as if Batman's been exposed
to Chemo's toxins all over again.

Tell me you have a plan.

Submit, you mindless plebeians.
Bow before the Brain.

And now for the Brain.

Come on, doc,
write us a heroic prescription.

I-- I don't know.

Every course of action I can think of
leads to unacceptable consequences.

Then this is not the time to think,
but the time to act.

No.

What are you doing?

Drawing their forces
so you can destroy the seed cell.

But you'll never survive.

Perhaps.
But at least I'll have one heck of a story.

Huzzah!

Impossible. My plot was foolproof.

Batman.

I'm taking you in.

A brave, but futile gesture, detective.

The fast-replicating silicates Chemo
infected you with are going to kill you.

Even now, you can barely stand.

So it comes down to this.

Brain versus brawn,
mano y mano,

locked in mortal combat.

Huh?

Platelet!

Now you've done it.

Outrageous.

Evildoers, beware my wrath!

- Uh, what about the plan?
- Blah, blah, blah!

Let's punch them.

Now who's the weakling?

And so it ends.

But Chemo's microorganisms
should have killed you.

I've got microorganisms
of my own, Brain.

And mine work for the good guys.

Die, you fleshy fool.

Your mind is twisted, Brain.

You can think about the error of your ways
while doing hard time in a Bialyian prison.

I've not seen heroics like yours
since the time I saved an elderly merman

from a pack of great whites.
Good show.

But, you know, coming to my aid like that
was not the rational course of action, doc.

Let's call it
a momentary lapse in judgment.

Our victory though has come
at a great cost.

Ah, Platelet.
I'm so sorry, Aquaman.

He was a valiant steed.

But lymphocytes never last long.

Come then, let us honor Platelet
and live as heroes.

Take us home, old chum.

There's only one way out.

Left at the jugular,
then on toward a tear duct.

Tear duct? But surely

Batman never cries.