Batman: Bad Blood Page #3

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make her a danger to this city.

And to herself.

It's time for me to decide if I'm going

to take her under my wing...

or take her down.

Poor Katey. It always begins

with death. Doesn't it, Alfred?

I'm as astonished as you are, Master Dick.

Anyone mind filling me in?

How do you know her?

I just do.

I had to dig very deep, my dear,

reach out to contacts

that even I find somewhat unsavory.

But here he is, your mystery man.

The Heretic. That's his accomplice. Onyx.

Heretic? What kind of name is that?

One that invokes disbelief.

His accomplishments certainly do.

In the last 10 months, he has quietly

forged some dangerous alliances,

as well as become a Thorn

in the side of Black Mask.

He may have gathered half the criminals

in Gotham under his command.

- But who is he?

- All I know is...

that he's left a trail of empty vaults

and dead bodies across this city.

And as your experience attests,

he seems to have a fixation with Batman.

With all due respect, Dad,

that doesn't help much.

I'm sorry. I just need

to figure this out on my own.

I'll see you back at the house.

Don't worry, Kate.

I won't let you down again.

If you're gonna keep standing me up

for dinner, Dad, you could at least call.

Oh, God. Luke, I'm sorry.

I'm just swamped.

It's not just the summit, is it?

Excuse me?

This has something to do

with the fact that Batman's missing.

Batman?

Dad, you've been bringing me here

since I was a kid.

I've seen enough over the years

to figure out

that there's some connection between

Wayne Enterprises and Batman.

Somehow I missed that

in the last stockholder's report.

In fact, if I was gonna make

an educated guess,

I'd say you supply him

with some of his tech.

- That's some theory.

- Dad, I just...

It's coming from Wayne Tech. The vault.

Don't play games with me.

I don't know about any vault.

Fine. Kill him.

Get us into the vault, Mr. Fox,

or your son becomes a memory.

Stop!

Look at all these magnificent toys.

You know what we need, Kuttler.

Yes. A fleet of trucks,

so we can take it all.

But for now...

the components will have to do.

How could you know?

This is the 21st century, Mr. Fox.

There are no secrets

in this world anymore.

Dad!

Except the ones we take to our graves.

You dare to wear the mantle of the bat.

Get to the transport.

The boy.

Electrocutioner, stop!

You're gonna fry up real good,

you stupid little...

Come back and fight, you cowards!

- Damn it.

- Help!

He needs an ambulance.

You want more, Bruce?

Don't take it all for yourself.

Don't worry, ladies.

There's plenty of me to go around.

Mother's pearls?

Where did you get those?

Where did you get them?

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