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Please, just tell
me what you want!

Money? Credit card numbers?
How about a nice cantaloupe?

Man: Who doesn't
love a good melon?

Stick around Old Gotham, and
the same might happen to you.

Life is short. Retire. Move on.

I hear Metropolis is nice.

What the? Did you do that?

No, you mope. Turn on your spot.

Huh?

You see that?

Where'd he go?

Reporter: This just in.

Another attack thwarted,
by what locals call,

the Golem of Old Gotham.

We go live now to city hall.

Mr. District Attorney,
this is the fifth assault

on Old Gotham businesses
in as many nights,

and the fifth time
the perpetrators

were themselves
attacked by the Golem.

There is no Golem. This
is the Batman's work.

He's a vigilante.

And he's breaking the law by
interfering with civilian authority.

Interfering or getting
the job done?

This outlaw's version of, "getting the
job done," only causes more destruction.

That's why the first priority of my
newly authorized Special Crimes Unit

will be to bring the
bat to justice.

Anything you'd like to tell me?

You think I'm the Golem?

Since Alfred left, you've
gone with me on every patrol.

Please. I still need to sleep.

What are you down to? Four?
Three hours a night?

What's your point?

I know you're
patrolling without me.

And when you're not, you spend
more time training here,

and less time as Bruce Wayne.

But it still wouldn't surprise me if
the Batman turned out to be the Golem.

Except, he's not. So, who is?

Batman: Old Gotham, it was
the jewel of the city once.

Now, it's a slum.

While right beside it, Gotham's
wealthiest turn a blind eye.

My fault. I haven't done enough.

You're only one man.
You do enough.

What is that thing?

State-of-the-art battle armor.
Interesting.

Woman: He's a thug.

I was closing up for the night,

the door was already locked.

And this big ape
smashes his way in.

He starts trashing my place.

- Who trashed him?
- It was the Golem of Old Gotham.

He stopped the jerk and ran off.

Which way?

Crime alley.

No!

Katana: Batman, are
you all right?

Batman!

Batman!

- What's the matter with you?
- Nothing.

Captain Lisslow,
deploy your men.

I want the SCU to
capture the Batman,

or whatever this
Golem is, tonight.

Roger that.

Do we pursue?

We don't want a confrontation
with Dent and his storm troopers.

Not yet, anyway.

Come on, I want another
look at that battle suit.

What is a Golem anyway?

Traditionally, Golems
are creatures of magic.

Constructed from raw
materials like mud or clay,

to fight for the common people.

According to legend, Golems live in
the rafters of places of worship.

Of course, these are just
tales to scare children.

Or inspire them.

But I doubt we're dealing
with a true magical Golem,

so let's try another approach.

Batman: The battle suit the Golem
fought was military grade.

Very advanced.

Like something you might wear.

And only someone with Bruce
Wayne's resources could build it.

If we find a motive
for the attacks,

it will be a short
list of suspects.

Katana: All the attacks
were in Old Gotham.

Let's widen the parameters.

Within the last year, new construction
has encroached on Old Gotham.

Of course. I should've seen it.

What?

Should've seen what?

Why are we here? You're
being ridiculously cryptic.

Even for you.

This is one of the newly
constructed high-rises.

I recognized a name
on its tenant list.

I know that!

What name? And
what does it mean?

It means we'll find
what we're looking for

there.

You better hope that is a Golem,

because if not, you
just killed a man.

Rex, we're not here to harm you.

Or turn you over to the police.

You know this, uh, guy?

Yes. His name is Rex Mason.

It was,

until my life was
turned upside down

because of a woman
named Sapphire Stagg.

Her father didn't approve of me.

So he arranged for a little
"industrial accident."

But, I guess what doesn't
kill you, makes you

a freak!

After our last encounter,
I fled to the sewers.

I had to reconstitute myself, and
re-learn how to think and move.

Teach myself how to exploit
the abilities of my new body.

But I couldn't live in
the sewers forever.

So I hide here during the day,

only daring to venture
out at night.

You didn't simply venture.

I couldn't stand around while the
people of Old Gotham were attacked.

You need to be more careful,
you left too many clues.

He did?

Residue on the sewer
grate in the alley.

Then when I saw the name on the
tenant list of the new Gotham Arms,

it all made sense.

Sapphire Stagg.

You chose a location where you
could watch her, keep her safe.

That led us straight here.

We all have our flaws.

Although she believed I was
dead, I couldn't stay away.

And now, with all the publicity
surrounding the Golem,

I'll have to move.

I have to lose even
the sight of her.

Forever.

I wouldn't be so sure.

I believe I know who's
behind the attacks.

Guard: All right, lights out!

Enjoying your stay, Stagg?

It does provide time to
contemplate my next move

against those who put
me here, Batman.

You put yourself here, Stagg,

when you destroyed
Rex Mason's life.

And I already know
your next move.

Destroy Old Gotham,
buy it cheap,

rebuild it in your
own glossy image.

Only Stagg Industries
possesses the resources

for the battle suits
terrorizing Old Gotham.

Nice story. Great ending.
A little showy for me.

I prefer the shadows, like you.

It appears the great detective

has finally been out-maneuvered.

Wish I could take credit.

Maybe next time.

So, what do I call you?

You don't like Rex,
you're not a Golem.

Why do you need to
call me anything?

At least a codename.
We all have codenames.

- How about Muto?
- No.

Change-afarian? Mr.
What is that?

Okay, I'll keep working on it.

The boss is tired of
the subtle approach.

Time to let Old Gotham hear
our message loud and clear.

Leave or die!

I think they heard that.

- Can you run?
- Yeah, I think so.

Then let's deliver all of
you out of harm's way.

Now!

My turn.

I've had enough of this freak!
Open fire!

Was that supposed to hurt?

No, but this will.

Open fire, Captain, now!

Yes, sir!

- Weapons aren't working, sir.
- Escalate!

We got some thing in
our line of fire.

What you've got, Captain,
is a chance to take down

the so-called Golem and
these armored hoods!

Might as well be Christmas.

I thought Batman was the Golem.

Maybe they both are! I don't care!
Take 'em down!

Look out!

See? I told you he was involved!

Fire can't hurt him, but,
it might just wake him up.

Enough distractions! Let's
do some damage, boys!

- Rest time's over.
- Right.

Old Gotham is off limits. To
you, to your men, to your boss.

Understand?

Off limits! Completely
off limits!

Good.

What're you waiting for?

After watching you
out there today,

I think I've got your codename.

Metamorpho.

After the experiment
that changed me.

Not bad.

It's not too late. We can
still help you find a cure.

Not interested.

As Rex Mason, I never really
helped anyone but myself.

But as Metamorpho,

I could do some real
good for other people.

But you could accomplish
that without being a...

A monster?

I thought I was a monster
because of how I looked.

But you're only a monster if
you let yourself become one.

Wise words.

Who knows? Maybe the three of us
outsiders will partner up again someday.

Anyway, you know
where to find me.

Reporter: And here
you can plainly see

Batman and his allies not
only saving Old Gotham,

but also District Attorney Dent

and his expensive new
Special Crimes Unit.

Sorry about the suit, Harv.

And doubly sorry for involving you
in my little gambit a few weeks ago.

After all, we both
want the same thing.

The Batman, dead or alive.

Preferably dead.

We should be a team, you and I.

Oh, I know you want to
keep your hands clean,

but, I'm happy to get
mine dirty for you.

And no one will ever know.

Batman: I believe
this belongs to you.

Prove it.

Like father, like daughter.

Surprised?

I gave up being surprised long ago.
Occupational hazard.

Well, my father
will be surprised.

He thinks I have no
head for business.

Is that what they call terrorizing
a neighborhood these days?

Business?

If so, your business failed.

This time.

Walk away, Ms. Stagg.

You do not want to
become my enemy.

Batman, wait.

That Golem that
fought beside you,

I saw the television footage.

- And it looked like...
- It wasn't.

Rex Mason is dead.

Your father is in
prison because of it.

And if you come near
Old Gotham again,

you'll rot in the cell
right beside him.

Count on it.