Batman: Assault on Arkham Page #4

don't tell me. Hmm.

Deadhead, hmm? Buckshot?

I got her!

You can have her!

Bet you buy your shirts

second hand too.

Sir, we've got an

explosion on level E.

He's still secure, sir.

Is that room service?

Tell them I never got my calzone.

Good! I need every available

security down in the kitchen.

Stat!

We're on yellow alert.

You're late!

Ran in to her ex. Grab hold!

Put your back into it.

Hey! Nobody's supposed

to be down there!

Ah, we just snuck down

here for a little party.

What kind of party?

Crap! You're Harley Quinn!

Don't move, you crazy b*tch.

Blech!

I hate Italian food.

Has that kitchen

fire been contained?

Yes, sir.

Get here!

- Lawton!

- What?

GPS has you in the

main security hub.

What's going on?

We own it, that's what.

Now we grab the cane.

Don't get to cocky, Lawton.

You're at the point of no return.

You best keep that in mind.

That gas explosion put the whole

bloody asylum on yellow alert.

If the security cameras

make us, we're toast.

So shut down all the security cams.

That's a sure fire way

to alert the bat.

What then? Let him watch

us run around like idiots?

Play yesterday's footage.

Aw, shark-wick had

his first thought.

Shut it, boomer! Say it again.

Play yesterday's footage

of the same time.

I can do that.

And we can operate

without eyes on us.

You mean Batman's or Waller's.

Both!

The intensive treatment

building is there,

just across the yard.

Let's move!

Low profile.

Frost, move your ass.

Top priority are those towers.

I can scale them.

No time.

You do two, I'll do two.

Fine!

On my mark.

Now!

You missed!

Wait for it.

Patrol, I need a sweep of the yard!

Boom! In your face!

He got to his walky!

I'd score that a miss,

you two-bit c-lister!

That's it!

U.S.A.! U.S.A.!

Boys, we got company!

Shark, no!

Finally, some action!

So much for low profile.

Status report.

I got you in the exercise yard, but

you don't show up on the cameras.

Must be something wrong

with the system. Damn it!

We're a little busy right now.

I'll call you back.

Don't yank me around, convict.

Get the cane, get out!

Yahtzee.

Victor Zsasz, we've

got you surrounded.

Please! Please, don't hurt me.

Let the girl go

before it gets ugly.

The zombie is mine to liberate.

I have righteous work to do.

I'm not in the mood tonight, Zsasz.

You seem troubled tonight, sir.

It's Harley, Alfred.

She was acting odd.

Odder than usual, you mean.

Like she was happy to get caught.

Maybe she missed her puddin'?

Maybe.

More likely it's linked

to the joker's bomb.

Arkham had a yellow

alert this evening.

Everything looks to be in place.

Hmm.

That's Mochel.

He doesn't work Friday's.

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