Batman vs. Two-Face Page #2

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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.

DICK:
Bruce, look!

It's the Bat-signal.

Time for Batman and Robin

to suit up, old chum.

Right behind you, Bruce.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(BEEPING)

(TURBINES POWERING UP)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Do you think they'll show, Commissioner?

They've never failed to

answer our call yet.

BATMAN:
And we don't

plan on starting now.

- GORDON:
The Dynamic Duo!

- CHIEF O'HARA:
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.

- (COMPUTER BEEPING)

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!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(GLASSES CLINK)

(GRUNTING)

(ALL GASP)

Stop!

Good gravy, that's unexpected.

- Oh, my!

- (ALL CLAMORING)

Silence, plebeians. It is...

(CLEARS THROAT)

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

- (ALL CLAMORING)

- I command you to... I...

- (ALL SHOUTING)

- Ah, shut up!

- (ALL GASP)

(MAN WHIMPERS)

Proceed, Tutlings.

There it is, Batman.

- Activating Bat-autopilot.

- (BEEPING)

(WHIMPERING)

(GROANS)

Hand over the dough and

fancy rocks, grandma.

Heavens...

- (GROANS)

- Mrs. Cooper.

Now, see here, you ruffian.

Oh, a tough guy, huh?

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