Batman: Mask of the Phantasm

This has been

a long time coming, fellas.

Three years on the plates alone.

But you'll find the product

worth the wait.

Go ahead. Take a good look, boys.

Jeez, Mr. Sol, I can't tell

the difference.

You'd need a neutron microscope.

Identical, to Ben Franklin's stubble.

I want half a mil a week laundered in

the casino. 3/4 mil by March.

Anybody got a problem with that?

The Bat!

Get him!

Chuckie Sol.

Batman!

How'd you get here?

Your Angel of Death awaits.

You ain't the Bat!

Who are you? What do you want?

I want you, Chuckie-boy.

This time I got you,

you lousy, stinking...

What...?!

- Look!

- Good Lord!

- What happened?

- Hey, look! It's Batman!

I'm telling you, it's vigilantism

at its deadliest.

How many times are we gonna let

Batman cross the line?

Councilman, you can't blame Batman

for what happened to Chuckie Sol.

Why not?

He's a loose cannon, commissioner.

It's not just my opinion. A lot of

people, including the police...

...think Batman's as unstable

as the crooks.

What kind of city are we running...

... - when we depend on the support

of a potential madman?!

Such rot, sir. Why, you're

the very model of sanity.

By the way, I pressed your tights and

put away your exploding gas balls.

Thank you, Alfred.

Might one inquire what this is?

A piece of windshield

from Chuckie Sol's car.

There's a chemical residue on it.

A dense, long-chain macromolecular

polymer. Adaptogenic, of course.

Of course.

I should be landing any minute.

- It'll be good to see you again.

- You too-

And don't worry about a thing. We'll

clear up these old family finances.

Don't forget...

...you've got a bigtime councilman

on your side.

I can't believe it's been 10 years.

Thinking of looking up some old friends?

Arthur, don't start that again.

He's ancient history.

That's encouraging. I'll see you soon.

Oh, come on, Bruce! All alone

in this big mansion...

Haven't you ever thought about marriage,

even once?

Never say the "M" word in front of

Bruce. It makes him nervous.

What about the "l" word?

The "l" word?

"Ingagement."

I'd watch out for Brucie

if I were you, girls.

He makes you think you're the only woman

he's ever been interested in.

And just when you're wondering where to

register the china...

...he forgets your phone number.

That's Bruce Wayne's style.

Bruce?

Excuse me.

Friend in need?

Councilman.

So how goes the Bat bashing?

Better than your love life.

You seem to pick them knowing there's no

chance for a serious relationship.

Since that one girl. What was her name?

Anne? Andi? Andrea?

Yes, Andrea Beaumont!

There was a sweet number.

How'd you let her get loose?

Thanks for the handkerchief, Arthur.

You know where you can stick it.

Andrea...

If Daddy gets any more protective,

he'll build a moat around my bedroom.

Times like this

I wish you were around to...

Excuse me. I thought you were

saying something. To me, I mean.

Know who that was?

Bruce Wayne. You know,

Wayne Enterprises?

I've seen him on campus. Very moody.

Cute, though.

- Yes?

- I heard my name. I thought...

- Who are you talking to?

- My mother.

Oh. I didn't mean to...

That's okay. We're done.

Mom doesn't have much to say today.

I'm not the only one

who talks to their loved ones.

I didn't say anything.

When I talk to her out loud,

I can imagine how she'd reply.

I can hear her, like she's right there.

I talked to my parents.

What did you say?

- I made a vow.

- What vow?

A secret one.

A man of mystery!

Have you kept your vow?

So far.

Andrea Beaumont.

Bruce Wayne.

I know. "The boy billionaire."

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