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Hello, citizens of Gotham.

This is Desmond Dumas with breaking news.

Representatives from Gotham PD and City Hall

are converging on the State Penitentiary.

There in a top secret prison laboratory,
a revolutionary experiment

will be conducted.

The proceedings will begin as soon as
Gotham's leading crime crushers,

Batman and Robin, the Boy Wonder, arrive.

Delayed no doubt protecting
the streets of our lovely city.

It's been a while since our last date,
Batman. I thought you'd forsaken me.

Crime fighting leaves little time
for affairs of the heart, Catwoman.

But you're never far from my thoughts.

Those are the nicest words
I've heard in a long time.

Speaking of words, I brought my handy copy of

the complete Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

After all, poetry opens both
the mind and the heart.

I'm more interested in you
opening these bars.

And open, they will.
After only 37 more reformative months,

you'll have paid your debt to society
and be a free woman once again.

Holy Romeo and Juliet!
How much longer is he going to be?

Do you know the perfect way
to cap this wonderful night?

Tell me, Catwoman.

Batman, attention. Batman!

We're gonna be late!

I'm sorry, Catwoman, but duty calls.

Please excuse our tardiness, gentlemen.

I'm certain it was for a good reason.

A very special criminal
rehabilitation project.

You already know District Attorney...

Harvey Dent. A pleasure to share a room

with Gotham's greatest defender of justice.

Your perfect record for convictions
precedes you.

Couldn't do it if you didn't catch them
first, Batman. We make a pretty good team,

if I do say so myself.

Like Batman and Robin.

Isn't it past your bedtime?

And this is the inventor whose machine
we will be testing. Hugo Strange.

At your service. An honor to meet
the fabled Batman in the flesh.

You see, in a criminal,

the psyche's battle
between good and evil is often one-sided

but what if there was a way
to remove the evil?

No more criminal.

Intriguing. However, there are no easy fixes

on the road to the straight and narrow.

Gosh, yes. But a machine that extracts
the evil out of super criminals

would make our jobs a lot easier.

Correction. The Evil Extractor
will make your jobs obsolete.

Let's not be hasty, Strange. You've got to
prove this contraption works, first.

If it does, Batman and Robin
won't be the only ones out of a job.

McCarthy, bring in the prisoners.

My good luck charm, Batman.
A memento from the Cohen counterfeit case.

The first crook I ever put behind bars.

And here I thought only criminals
were a superstitious lot.

Just a wash and set for me today, thanks.

Release me from this infernal
unconstitutional device!

The Evil Extractor will siphon
the reservoirs of evil

deep in the criminals' warped brains.
Then, deposit it into the vat.

Scintillating. Can we get on with this?

I have dinner plans with our
mutual friend, Bruce Wayne.

And millionaires don't like
to be kept waiting.

Dr. Quinzel, instigate
the extractor protocol.

Ready-o, Doc, decompressing
the cerebral defibrillator.

Adjust the hemostatic stabilizers!

Gosh, Batman,
I have a bad feeling about this.

That's why we're here, old chum.
Stay vigilant.

Behold, the awesome power
of my Evil Extractor!

It tickles.

All right, boys, pour it on.

They're trying to overwhelm
the machine with their evil.

Shut it down. Shut it down!

Harvey, look out!

Great Scott!

Jeez, that looks like it smarts.

Strange, you quack.
I'll have you fired for this!

Harvey?

Wrong, Batman, I'm not Harvey.
I am evil incarnate. I am...

Two-Face!

Mr. Dent, I hope you'll find
my work impeccable.

It's not like you to be speechless,
Bruce. What's the verdict?

See for yourself, Harv.

I am whole again. There's no longer a
stranger in the mirror looking back at me.

How can I ever thank you
for your unwavering support?

It was the least I could do
for one of my closest friends.

They've agreed to let you
return to City Hall as assistant

to the Assistant District Attorney.

"Assistant to the
Assistant District Attorney"?

You bet, Commissioner. I'll do everything
in my power to earn Gotham's trust again.

From now on, Harvey Dent is
back on the side of angels

and in charge of his own fate.

That's right, peasant. Bow before
your pharaoh for he has returned.

We're stealing a plane, boss? What gives?

Fool! Had I possessed such
a flying chariot when I first ruled,

we'd all be speaking Egyptian today.

What's the matter with normal English?

Ugh. Never mind.

Up, up, and away, my Tutlings!
It's the only way to fly.

Saints preserve us, Commissioner.
King Tut is back to his old tricks.

Afraid so, Chief O'Hara. I need to know
if Gotham PD is up for the job.

Assured, we are, Commissioner.
We'll work this case from the ground up.

Lean on every lowlife
in every juke-joint in town.

Uncover every bit of forensic data.

And if the crooks won't talk, we'll make 'em.

I have no doubt
you'll make this city proud, Chief.

Oh, Commissioner, who are we kidding?

I know. We're woefully
out of our depth on this one.

There's only one man who can handle this.

I'll head up to the roof
and activate the Bat-signal.

Oh, Caped Crusader.
If ever Gotham City needed you, it's now.

Oh, Alfred, isn't this exciting?

Rubbing elbows with Gotham's upper crust?

Indeed, madam. Very generous of Masters
Bruce and Dick to send us in their place.

The annual millionaires' soiree
ending in a midnight tour of Gotham City.

Lucky for us, you boys have
another one of your fishing trips.

Really, madam.

Come, Alfred, we mustn't be late.

Bruce, look! It's the Bat-signal.

Time for Batman and Robin to suit up,
old chum.

Right behind you, Bruce.

Do you think they'll show, Commissioner?

They've never failed to answer our call yet.

And we don't plan on starting now.

- The Dynamic Duo!
- The Dynamic Duo!

Thank goodness you've come, Batman.

It's that megalomaniacal
miscreant from Mesopotamia.

King Tut.

Him again.

This time he's stolen
an irreplaceable biplane.

He's a man to be pitied.

The struggles he must face as a man divided.

But justice is a firm but fair mistress.

And come to justice he will.

Gosh, Batman, I still don't understand
why Tut would steal a biplane.

The plane was owned by Thomas Hewell.

A man who made his fortune
through Egyptian cotton.

Holy hieroglyphics! It's so obvious now.
I can't believe I missed that.

You have to think like the professor, and
the professor thinks he's King Tut reborn.

Great Scott. The company that
sponsored tonight's midnight tour

is the Nile Double-Decker Bus Company.

That has to be Tut's next target!

And we just sent Alfred and Aunt Harriet
in our stead.

To the Batmobile!

Stop!

Good gravy, that's unexpected.

Oh, my!

Silence, plebeians. It is...

It is I. King Tut! And I...

I command you to... I...

Ah, shut up!

Proceed, Tutlings.

- There it is, Batman.
- Activating Bat-autopilot.

Hand over the dough and fancy rocks, grandma.

Heavens...

Mrs. Cooper.

Now, see here, you ruffian.

Oh, a tough guy, huh?

Citizen, duck.

Egads! The Caped Crumbums!

Surrender, you poor deluded fool, and
throw yourself on the mercy of the court.

You'll be begging for mercy
when we get through with you.

Tutlings, ho!

Alfred, get the patrons to safety.

At once, sir.

Quickly now. Watch your step.

Age before beauty, I suppose.

That'll teach these thievin' thugs.

Indeed. Now for Tut.

Nuts to you, Masked Morons.

Fangs dipped with
a fast-acting knockout venom.

Holy hypodermic!

I always knew you'd make
an asp of yourself, Bat-boob.

- What are these things, Batman?
- Canopic jars, Robin.

Used by the ancient Egyptians to store
and preserve the viscera of their owner

for the afterlife.

Holy entrails! But why?

Simple, Boy Birdfeed.

Once entombed in the foundation of the
soon-to-be-erected Pyramid Tower,

the Dynamic Dunderheads
will be preserved for all eternity.

Fitting, no?

You... You fractured pharaoh.

Hit it, boys!

Batman and Robin trapped in yon urns,
awaiting their fates as the cement churns.

Their clipped wings can't fly.
So, alas, they'll die.

And all the crooks of Gotham shall say,
"That Tut was one heck of a guy."

It's already hardening, Batman.

Follow my instructions precisely.

Press the back of your soles
against the side of the jar.

The heat from the chemical reaction of
the cement might trigger the Bat-jets.

Your reign is over, Tut.

A pox on thee and all your ancestors!

Huh. Oh. Where am I? Batman.

But if you're here that means...

Oh. Tut again?

I'm afraid so, Professor.

Having a split personality
can be so inconvenient at times.

The boss's scheme is falling into place.

Two-fold. Too bad about the professor.

Eh, just grab the bag,
and let's get out of here. On the double.

The stolen loot was missing
from the crime scene, Caped Crusaders.

And no sign of the biplane either.

Holy Amelia Earhart!

Where do you hide a biplane?

Tell us what you know, Professor.

Oh, I wish I knew, gentlemen. Honestly, I do.

You expect us to believe that malarkey?

Remember, Chief, King Tut committed
the crime. Not this poor pathetic soul.

When he's knocked on the head,
he forgets everything he did as Tut.

I think I get your meaning, Boy Wonder.

Ow. How dare you assault my royal presence?

Where'd you hide the goods,
you felonious pharaoh?

Fie on thee!

My secrets are as impenetrable
as any vault in the Great Pyramids.

Ah! Ah-ha!

Ow!

What's happening?

Even the pyramids were
eventually pried open, Tut!

Ow!

You'll have to chase me through
the 12 gates of the afterlife,

and you still won't get me to talk, flatfoot!

Ow!

Oh, my head. Why does it hurt so bad?

I won't give up that easy!

That's enough, Chief.

Our only recourse is to wait for
the professor to see his day in court.

And if I have any say,
he'll leave a free man.

Lucilee Diamond, public defender.

Now, if you'll kindly leave,
so I can advise my client.

Of course, Ms. Diamond.

Well, Harvey, do you have a case?

Looks like it, Commissioner.
Despite my winning streak since returning

to the DA's office, half of me
hoped the poor devil would confess

and save the expense of a lengthy trial.

I have faith that a jury of his peers
will have pity on a sick man, Mr. Dent.

Good day, gentlemen.

Chief, have you ever
known this poor professor

to break the law when he was not King Tut?

Ms. Diamond, I'm not sure.
You'd have to ask Batman.

So when not suffering
the effects of a concussive state

that brings on the King Tut identity,

he is a mild-mannered,
harmless member of society?

You'd have to ask Batman.

I object. Counsel is confusing the witness.

Not hard to do.

Overruled.

And did you not try to extract a confession

by bludgeoning this poor man
to recreate that concussive state?

Objection. Tut is on trial here,
not the professor.

It's true. All true, I confess.

No further questions. Thank you, Chief.

It's my honor to serve.

Judge, I'd like to call my next witness,

Batman.

Batman, in all your dealings with King Tut,

how would he rate as criminal masterminds go?

King Tut's one of my most deadly adversaries.

But I believe with proper rehabilitation,

Tut can someday be
a productive member of society.

So you are saying the only hope to ridding
Gotham of the scourge of King Tut

is to send him to prison where he can
get the help he so desperately needs?

- Well, I...
- No further questions.

Your Honor, I'd like to call
Professor McElroy to the stand.

Professor, you stated for the court that
you have no memory of your actions

when King Tut takes over.

None whatsoever. No one is more
horrified by King Tut's actions than I.

But isn't it true that
without your expertise in Egyptology,

Tut couldn't commit his crimes?

Well, I suppose that's true, but...

Thereby making you the real
mastermind behind his schemes.

Homina homina homina.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Fifteen years with possible
time off for good behavior.

Tough break for the professor.

Yes, poor devil. Still, justice was served.

At this rate, you'll be lead DA again
in no time, Harvey.

Batman nabs the super crooks,
and I send them to the state pen.

The same place Batman sent you.

Why, Dick, I hope you don't feel like
a third wheel when I'm around.

After all, I'm only Bruce's best friend.

You're his ward.

But the truth is,
if it wasn't for Batman's help

or Bruce's friendship during my dark time,
who knows where I'd be right now?

Robbing a bank?

Oh, my! Two handsome bachelors who are
still best friends after all these years?

Oh! It's enough to give a girl the vapors.

Anyway, it's time I confessed to
the other reason for my visit.

Go on.

There is a charity that's dear to my heart,

the Society for Underprivileged
Fraternal Twins.

A worthy cause.

The stigma of being the less-attractive twin

is a heavy burden no one should have to bear.

Of course I'll do it.

Marvelous. I've already found the venue.
The newly refurbished Winning Pair Casino.

It'll be great fun.

It's the Bat-phone, sir.

If you'll excuse us, Harv. Dick and I
are due at our weekly badminton lesson.

Holy... Gosh, yes, you're right.

Of course, Bruce. I'll be in touch.

Pigs in a blanket, Mr. Dent?

Yes, Commissioner?

Batman, an odd package has arrived
at my office, explicitly addressed to you.

Curious. We'll be right there.

To the Batcave!

- It's a book.
- A world atlas to be precise.

Saints alive! Looks like
it's been eaten away by bugs.

Correction, Chief, worms.

Holy plagiarism!

It can only be from
that master of a thousand stolen plots.

- The Bookworm.
- Indeed.

Come, Robin, we have some reading
to catch up on.

Why would Bookworm give us a world atlas?

Despite its poor condition,

I was able to
detect several pages were missing.

Pages of different world capitals.

I'm still stumped, Batman.

Think. Longitudes and latitudes.

Holy overdue book! Of course!

He's using longitudes and latitudes

to correspond to
the library's classification method.

The Dewey Decimal System.

Now you've got it, old chum.

Based on my encyclopedic knowledge
of the card catalog,

those numbers correspond to rare editions

of The Strange Case
of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,

The Man in the Iron Mask,
and A Tale of Two Cities.

Holy English Lit!

And they're housed in
the Rare Editions wing of this library.

Shh!

Sorry.

Quickly, to the Rare Editions wing.

Soon, the priceless leather-bound beauties

contained within will be mine.

Their exotic bindings
will make a stunning cape

to add to my eclectic ensemble.

Surrender, Bookworm! You larcenous literatus!

Oh, Batman, dear, sweet, insufferable Batman.

You didn't think I'd come here
without protection, did you?

Worms, attack!

Wait, aren't you forgetting something?

Glasses!

All right, men!
Round up these four-eyed felons!

Curse you, Batman. My glasses.
They're broken.

Since Bookworm can't see, Chief,
you'll have to read him his rights.

Good thing Batman was able to
piece together your little clue.

Otherwise you might have gotten away with it.

"Clue?" What clue?

Batman, look! The rare books, they're gone.

No doubt stolen while we were distracted
with the fight.

To the Batmobile!

It's odd, Batman.

Bookworm knew nothing about the clue
that was sent to Commissioner Gordon.

Which is why I suspect
someone wanted us to catch 'em.

You mean there's another
fiendish force behind these crimes?

But who?

Think, Robin. What common theme
do the stolen books all share?

Hmm.

They were all stories
featuring themes of duality.

I see Tut's crimes, though Egyptian
themed, also focused on the number two.

The biplane, the double-decker bus.

The number two? A double-cross.

- All signs pointing to...
- Two-Face.

But we just saw Harvey. He's been
fully rehabilitated inside and out.

There's only one way to know for sure.

Let's head to Two-Face's last known hideout.

The abandoned sign factory on Gemini Drive.

Quite a haul, eh, boys?

Enough to finance
my special plans for Gotham.

Now, we need to abandon this hideout.

No doubt the Tiresome Twosome
have realized I've returned.

- And will be here soon.
- But, boss...

Get the lead out, or I'll put the lead in.

Holy hideousity, Batman!

It is Two-Face. But how is that possible?

It shouldn't be.

Scarred side up.

Get them, boys.

My arms are pinned, Batman.

I'm afraid you're outnumbered, Batman.

Nighty-night, Bird Boy.

What's the matter with you, boss?

The coin decides their fate.

Tough luck, boys.

Batman and Robin will live.

For now.

Boss, are you nuts?

We owe it to every crime-abiding
crook in town to crush the Caped Coppers.

It's the ethical thing to do.

Shut up, or else
the coin decides your fates, too.

Grab the loot.

Think twice before you try to
thwart my plans again, Batman.

Let's scram.

It seems Harvey is back to his old tricks.

Yes, it looks bad.

But as District Attorney,
Harvey's made a lot of enemies.

I wouldn't put it past any of them
to try and ruin his reputation.

Gosh, you really believe that's the case?

I pray it is, old chum.

I pray that it is.

Batman, look. His face is normal.

Batman, to what do I owe
this unexpected visit?

Apologies, Mr. Dent.

But we've discovered there's a mastermind

behind King Tut's and Bookworm's
latest crime sprees.

The audacity.

There's more.

The fallacious fiend's assumed the guise

of your former criminal alter-ego, Two-Face.

Where were you within the last two hours?

I've been here all night, Boy Wonder.

Surely you don't think I'm involved in this?

Why, it's positively beyond the pale.

Excuse Robin's over-zealousness, Mr. Dent,

but we can't rule anyone out at this point.

Of course, Batman.

You'll receive my full cooperation.

I've worked so hard to rebuild my reputation.

What kind of a twisted monster
would do such a thing?

I won't rest
until we get to the bottom of this.

I've total confidence in you, Caped Crusader.

And I quiver with anticipation

at the thought of
putting this imposter behind bars.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to finalize plans
for my charity bachelor auction.

Perhaps you've heard about it
from our mutual friend Bruce Wayne?

I'm afraid my friendship with Mr. Wayne
doesn't extend to charity functions.

Good night, Mr. Dent.

It just doesn't add up, Batman.

Harvey has to be involved
with Two-Face somehow.

The crime fighter's crusade
not tempered by loyalty and faith

is hollow at best.

Harvey Dent has been a loyal friend.

Therefore, I must have faith in him.

For now.

It's me.

I can't go on like this.

I insist you stop this madness at once.

Look, pretty boy.

We had a deal, remember?

I frame the super crooks

and used their stolen loot to finance
my criminal coup

while you convict them and reclaim your
sterling reputation as DA of Gotham City.

You've done all right for yourself,
haven't you?

Maybe, but the Masked Manhunter is no fool.

Before long, he'll be on to us.

By the time Batman discovers our secret,
I will know his.

Once that happens,
the Dynamic Duo will be zilch zeros.

How dare they fire me
after one little mishap?

I'll show them.

I'll show everyone!

They have not heard the last of...

Oy gevalt!

What now?

Hugo Strange.

We meet again, face to Two-Face.

I believe we have unfinished business.

Ach!

Nein. Nein. Nein!

The Bat-computer can't seem
to turn up any suspects

who might want to frame Harvey.

It's because Dent's the one behind it.

You're letting
Bruce Wayne's friendship with him

taint your crime-fighting objectivity.

And you're letting
Dick Grayson's insecurity taint yours.

Holy blind spot, Batman!

How can you not see
Dent's up to his neck in this?

Sirs.

Robin, I haven't had to
say this in quite some time.

Go to your room.

Gladly.

Master Robin...

Let him go, Alfred.

Two-Face has us all on edge.

The boy just needs some fresh air.

Perhaps I do, too.

Is there something else, sir?

I'm supposed to see Catwoman tonight.

But I can't lose focus.
A man's good name is at stake.

Friends before females, eh, sir?

Indeed, Alfred.

That does it!

No man, or Batman, stands up the Catwoman.

How did you get in here, you little tramp?

Hello, Catwoman,
I'm afraid I've got bad news.

The parole board denied your request.

- Friend of yours?
- As a matter of fact, yes.

Well done, Hecate.

You've earned an extra treat tonight.

Let me out of here!

- She's getting away!
- Hey, pipe down,

or you're going in solitary.

Hmm.

Not bad.

In fact, purr-fect.

Master Dick, may I come in?

I've milk and cookies.

My word!

The game is afoot, Mr. Dent.

Caught you, you duplicitous DA!

Holy resurrection! The Evil Extractor!

Robin!

What are you doing?
Get out of here before it's too late.

I don't think so, Harv...

You should've listened to Harvey.
Now sleep tight, won't you?

Wakey-wakey, Bird Boy.

Who are you, you depraved devil?

How did you get Dent mixed up in this?

Dent is a useful idiot.
He serves his purpose.

Now it's your turn, Robin.

The boy guinea pig.
Soon we'll see if lightning strikes twice.

You'll never figure out
how to use that without...

Hugo Strange?

You know what they say.

If you can't kill them
in a horrible lab experiment, join them!

Consider this an experiment in terror.

- Yes, Alfred?
- It's Master Dick, sir, he's gone missing.

The arrogance of youth.

I took the precaution of activating
the Bat-homing beacon in his utility belt.

I'm sending you the coordinates now.

Good job, Alfred. I'm on my way.

Robin, I know you're upset,

but this is not an appropriate way
to blow off steam.

You should have joined
a young man's basketball league

or taken up model kit building.

For your own good,

when we get home, you're grounded.

Not if I put you in the ground first.

Robin, old chum, what's happened?

Batman, stay away.

How's that for a sidekick, old chum?

Batman, look out!

The evil extract formula seems quite potent.

But for your plan,
we'll need a much bigger batch.

Don't worry about that,
I know just where we can get some.

Don't hold back, Batman, I must be stopped.

Your mother wears combat boots.

This'll hurt me more
than it does you, old chum.

Master Dick.

Goodness.

What's the matter, Jeeves,

never seen someone get up
on the wrong side of the bed?

Don't talk to Alfred that way.

Tell me he can be saved, sir.

I hope not. I'm tired of being a square.

Please, Batman, help me.

Not to worry, old chum.

I think I have an antidote.

I've got your antidote right here, Batman.

Gosh, I feel like I need to
wash my mouth out with soap.

Good show, Master Bruce.

Batman, Dent is working with Strange.

I owe you an apology, Robin.

I was remiss in not giving the evidence
its proper weight.

But you were right, Dent is involved.

But someone else is pulling the strings.

Then my faith isn't entirely misplaced.

There's still hope for Harvey yet.

What is it?

Batman took the liberty of testing
your costume for any foreign residue.

According to the Bat-computer,

your cape contained traces
of a fine blue chalk.

Holy billiards!

Precisely.

And this particular brand of pool chalk
is used by only one place in town.

The newly refurbished Winning Pair Casino,

where Harvey is holding his bachelor auction.

A crime fighter forewarned
is a crime fighter forearmed.

To the Batmobile!

Batman, look at the size of those balls.

They must have cost a fortune.

The previous owner made his money
running small time gambling dens.

He knew luck always favored the house.

It's easy to forget that statistically,
gambling is always a losing proposition.

Boy Wonder, your sudden breakout
seems to have cleared up.

Who are you, Two-Face?

We're done with your ghoulish games.

Then you shouldn't have come here.

Batman in the corner pocket.

Holy compaction! We'll be crushed!

Quickly, Robin, this is the only way.

What now, boss?

Prepare them for the show stopper.

But first, take a memo.

Dear Gotham's Criminal Elite...

Huh?

Oh, how delicious, it's an invitation.

"Two-Face cordially invites you to..."

"The unmasking of the Dynamic Duo.

"Batman and Robin."

Oh, rapturous day.

"Follow the directions to the newly
refurbished Winning Pair Casino

"on 2222 Janus Lane."

Huzzah! Huzzah!

Holy half dollar!
Is this how it ends, Batman?

Steady, old chum.

A level head is the crime fighter's
greatest asset.

If I could just reach.

No, Robin, it's booby-trapped.

Any sudden movement could trigger it

and we'll be catapulted over those spikes.

At least he's giving us a 50-50 chance.

Don't be fooled, Boy Wonder.

Our weight will ensure
that we fall face down on those spikes.

Batman's right.

Harvey, it's not too late.

Help us take down the man
who put you up to this.

But I'm as guilty as he is.

I just couldn't take being a peon
in the DA's office.

So, when he offered me this Faustian deal,
I took it.

I still believe in you, Harvey.

Then you're a fool.

Mr. Wayne had your face restored.

You were reformed.

I'm afraid Bruce only...

Healed the scars...

On the outside, Batman.

No mere surgery could keep
Two-Face at bay for long.

Holy Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde!

Of course, the scars
are a physical manifestation

of the Evil Extractor's gasses.

You've been living a double life
this whole time.

Harvey's not the only one
living a double life, is he, Batman?

And soon, the secret beneath that cowl
will be exposed for all of Gotham to see.

You grisly gargoyle,

there's no way you can know
Batman's secret identity.

Ah, but that's where you're wrong,
Boy Blatherer.

This fiend forced me to set up
this charity auction as a ruse

to trap Bruce Wayne in a lie.

I only agreed because I didn't believe him.

Bruce wouldn't keep anything
that important from me.

And yet, the always punctual Bruce Wayne

hasn't shown up for his own auction,

which could only mean
that he's been indisposed,

as Batman is now.

Voil�.

The indignity of it all.

Holy indecent exposure!

Batman and Bruce Wayne,

one and the same.

Bruce, how could you keep secrets
from your old friend?

And you must be his youthful ward,
Dick Grayson.

I told you they were living double lives.

What devilish diabolatry
have you devised for us next?

I know people who would pay dearly
for this information.

Which is why I gathered them all here.

Now, one of Batman's greatest enemies
will have the opportunity

to buy his identity.

We'll start the bidding at $1 million.

Me, me, one million bucks.

Oh, it's a good thing I had some spare change

laying around between the couch cushions.

Ah, cease that cacophonous cackling,
you malignant mutton-head.

The Penguin says a million and five.

Riddle me this!

Why are we like Two-Face's henchmen?

Answer, because we're all doing his bidding.

Two million.

Three million.

Catwoman, you larcenous lynx.

Four million.

Silence! No one outbids
the princess of plunder.

Batman is mine to undo,

when I see fit and not before.

No one will see under his hood besides me.

Five million.

Oh, that's a little rich for my blood.

But what do you say we combine the pot
and we all get a peek.

Then 10 million it is.

Going once, going twice...

Sold to all the villains of Gotham.

Now, let's claim our prize.

Have your fun, boys,
but I have another engagement.

I'm sorry, Batman.

If they find out our identity,
it'll be the end of Batman and Robin.

The we have to trigger this giant coin.

But you said it yourself, it's rigged.

There's no choice. Now!

Egad! Come back here.

We paid good money for you.

Robin, do precisely as I say.

Shift your weight 10 degrees to the left.

Based on my calculations,

it will change
the coin's center of gravity, and thus...

Thanks for your help, Catwoman,
I'm sorry about standing you up.

I've accepted the fact

that your first love will always
be crime fighting, Batman.

So if you won't join my side,
perhaps I'll join yours.

The Caped Crusaders are free.

Treasonous trollop!

Get them, men, or it's curtains.

Let Robin and I handle this,
you might get hurt.

Silly boy, I know cat-rate.

Hi-ya!

Strange's New and Improved Evil Extractor.

While those fiends were bidding,

Two-Face was collecting their evil essence.

Why would he need so much?

Great Scott, that's it!

He plans to turn all of Gotham
into Two-Faces.

Forgive me if I don't face this foe
with you, Batman,

but green isn't my color.

You've done more than enough, Catwoman.

Promise me you'll turn yourself in
to the nearest authorities.

Of course, Batman, cross my heart.

Quickly, Robin, there's no time.

There, Batman, we'll never catch him.

I already summoned the Bat-cycle.

This antidote is our last chance.

We may cure Harvey yet.

Hey...

Look out, men.

Citizens of Gotham, this is Desmond
Dumas, warning you to head for cover.

That mutilated master of multiplicity,
Two-Face,

he's dousing the entire city
with some strange kind of gas.

I repeat, head for...

Robin, use the mini Bat-zooka
to disable his flight gear.

Holy hairpin turn!

It's no use, Batman,
that fiend's an ace pilot.

Then there's only one thing left to do.

Use our ejector seats to get altitude

and pray the Bat-boot jets can do the rest.

Brace yourself.

Now, Robin.

Batman!

Careful, old chum, it's quite a drop.

You'll never take me alive, Caped Coppers.

Robin, behind the Bat-shield.

Batman, this place is going to blow!

Then this is as far as you go, old chum.

I'm going after Two-Face

and try to get close enough
to use the antidote.

It's gone!

It must have cracked open during the mayhem.

Then you can't go after him, Batman,
it'll be certain death.

I have to. I can't give up on Harvey.

His friendship means a lot to you,
doesn't it?

Yes.

But not as much as yours does, Boy Wonder.

I wouldn't want anyone else at my side
in this never ending fight against crime.

Now move to safety, that's an order.

As a duly deputized officer of the law
and your friend,

I implore you to fight this, Harvey.

I detest cheap sentiment.

Bruce, I can't tell you
how terribly sorry I am

about all this.

You're weak, Dent.

And now that you've
outlived your usefulness to me

it's time I snuffed you out.

There's no one left to protect you,
Masked Manhunter.

I've been counting your bullets.

Now it's you that's on the auction block,

and my fists are the highest bidders.

Harvey, stay strong.

Goodbye, Batman.

Wait, doesn't the coin have to decide?

Curse you, Batman, for being right.

No! Impossible!

No!

Tell me what to do.

Can't decide.

Now's your chance, Harvey, fight him.

You did this.

I'll destroy you.

No, he's my friend.

He believed in me when no one else would.

He was a fool to trust us.

There's no us anymore, Two-Face.

I'm Harvey Dent...

District Attorney...

And I'm bringing you to justice.

Harvey!

Batman. Bruce, old friend.

Let's get out of here, Harvey.

Batman, are you all right?

- I'm fine, Robin.
- What about Two-Face?

He's gone, Boy Wonder.

He's...

Batman, we rounded up
all of the super criminals.

But Catwoman's gone.

That tricky minx.

Still, Robin and I owe our lives to her.

However were you able to outwit that
Grand Guignol gonzo, Two-Face?

I'm afraid to say I cheated, Commissioner.

During our fight,
I replaced Two-Face's coin with a blank.

His inability to act
gave me the opening I needed.

That poor abandoned soul.

But even Harvey Dent must again
pay for his crimes

no matter what his mental state.

True, but for now,
there's quite a mess in Gotham

we must clean up.

Initiating Bat-evil-essence antidote bombs.

Take that, you two-faced fiends!

Decorum, old chum,
they are citizens after all.

Gosh, yes. Sorry, Batman.

Batman's cured all of Gotham.

That is, most of Gotham.

Faith and begorrah. I feel like I've been
on a three-day bender.

No matter how dire the peril,

no matter how hopeless the odds,

you can always count on Batman.

Gosh, Bruce, it's been months.

How do you think Harvey will act
when he sees us?

The warden says
Harvey's been a model prisoner.

I mean, about him
knowing our secret identities.

This is one time I'm afraid
even Batman doesn't know what to expect.

Master Bruce, Mr. Dent has arrived
for his charity bachelor auction.

Thanks, Bruce.

Once again, you've helped me
in ways I can never begin to repay.

Ah, don't mention it, Harvey,
that's what old friends are for.

Say, I'd better get up there.

Holy amnesia! He doesn't remember.

Two-Face knew our secret,

but it seems Harvey has
repressed that memory.

Clearly, Two-Face lies dormant,
buried deep in Harvey's psyche.

For now, we can only hope it stays that way.

I wonder if Harvey
will be auctioning himself.

I might need to borrow some money, Alfred.

Why, Mrs. Cooper.

Heavens to Betsy, I'm all a tingle, Bruce.

Bruce?

Thank you for that warm welcome.

And now, without further ado,

I'd like to present
our first item up for auction,

the most eligible bachelor in Gotham City,

Batman.

Who will make the first bid?

Holy Hugh Hefner!

Meow.