Batman: Gotham by Gaslight Page #2

Just a damn minute.

Your charity house is what draws

these pests in in the first...

- (HORSE WHINNIES)

- (ALL MURMUR)

Whoa!

Well, as I live and breathe.

If it isn't himself.

Welcome! A hearty welcome to

Gotham's favorite native son.

- (CROWD CLAPPING)

- Bruce Wayne.

Thank you, thank you,

Mayor Tolliver.

Please don't stop

on my account.

You know I like to keep

a low profile.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

I heard about this

little city council meeting,

and thought it was

a good opportunity

to see how my money

was being spent,

and all I see is sour faces.

Think nothing of that, my boy.

They're just a few disruptive

females in attendance.

Don't worry, sir. I was just about

to have them escorted away.

Leslie!

You were saying, Chief?

BRUCE:
There were newspapers

in Europe, James.

Is it as bad as I read?

Worse. Despite your best efforts

with this World's Fair,

the city seems to be getting

more deplorable every day.

First, this masked

Batman vigilante,

then this

Jack the Ripper lunatic.

They're not the same man?

(LAUGHS) Rubbish.

The parish home is full

of unfortunates

who swear the Batman

saved them from the gangs.

SISTER LESLIE:
He's on

the side of the angels.

This Ripper, however, is not.

I've seen the bodies, Bruce. Cut

to pieces, like an autopsy.

GORDON:

Just absolutely appalling.

Strange the top man at Arkham

tells us he's never seen

this kind of controlled

savagery before.

Bruce, the latest victim was

one of our orphanage girls.

It was Pamela.

What? No. You wrote me.

You said she was working.

Dancing, then the opium.

And now...

We can't save them all.

I'm sorry, Bruce. I know those

orphans are close to your heart.

If I didn't have Sister Leslie

when my parents...

Funding the orphanage

is the least I could do.

And now you're back

in the manor.

Too remote. I've a town house

on Bell Avenue.

I look forward

to showing it to you.

Unfortunately, tonight

I have to...

Don't say another word.

I'll not hear you lie.

And a rich bachelor is always

up to no good.

(CHUCKLES) I'm afraid

it's unavoidable.

Isn't that right, Alfred?

Your evening attire has

already been laid out, sir.

Well, duty calls, I'm afraid.

Do you suppose

his pressing business

is blonde, brunette,

or a redhead?

James Gordon, you've got

a dirty mind, you do.

My money's on blonde.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAT MEOWS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

(GASPS)

(SQUEALS)

(CHAIN RATTLES)

(KNIFE CLANGS)

(GRUNTS)

(CHOKING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(CHOKING)

(GROANS)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(SIGHS)

- I hope you're unharmed, miss.

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