Batman: Gotham by Gaslight Page #3

- Damn you.

You're a fool. I'll never

have a better chance

of stopping that butcher

and you squandered it,

playing the knight

in shining armor.

I can take care of myself.

Don't be so sure.

He's more skilled than

I would have thought.

I don't need

or want your help.

And before you gallantly offer

to escort me home,

let me assure you,

I am quite capable of...

Hmm. Well,

thank you for that at least.

(PANTING)

(GASPING)

(WOMAN SOBS)

(SCREAMS)

Barbara!

Barbara.

Hush! The children don't have

to be up for hours.

What is it, James?

What's wrong?

Dream. Just a dream.

GORDON:
And then,

you were gone.

I'm all right, dear.

James, these hours,

you're working too hard.

And that's not

likely to change.

I can't very well sit at home while

Gotham goes straight to hell.

No, you couldn't, could you?

I'll make your eggs.

(EXCLAIMS) Damnation!

Don't be alarmed.

So says the man dressed up

like a bat.

I'm on your side,

Commissioner.

I mean to rid Gotham

of the Ripper.

Really?

And who'll help me

rid Gotham of you?

Your men don't search

too hard for me.

I'm betting that comes

from the top down.

Back in the union camp

at Culpepper,

soldiers would sometimes

ignore a feral cat

just to keep

the rat population in check.

Other times, we'd eat them.

I know a vigilante

from a maniac.

This Ripper is far worse than the

lunatic you're searching for.

He's a skilled hunter,

and he's just getting started.

You ought to have breakfast with

Hugo Strange up at Arkham Asylum.

You can compare

useless theories.

I prefer facts.

I ran into your Ripper

earlier this evening.

Approximately 6'3",

250 pounds, left handed.

Good fighter.

Trained, not just a brawler.

Hmm, you didn't happen

to see his face, did you?

I need your files

on the Ripper.

Detailed descriptions

of the crime scene,

photo plates, even profiles

from your alienist.

Would you prefer them alphabetized

or in chronological order?

BARBARA:
James?

Stay inside, Barbara.

I'll be in directly.

Every woman in Gotham

is in danger, Commissioner.

A letter from Jack

to the Gotham Gazette.

We've convinced them

to refrain from publishing it.

Makes poor bedtime reading,

I assure you.

Perhaps you'll find

something of use in there.

Thank you.

I'll leave a copy

of the Ripper file

on the roof

of the police station.

I know you fancy rooftops.

But understand that this uninvited

visit to my home will not be repeated.

This house is my refuge,

set apart from all

the corruption of Got...

BARBARA:

James, your eggs are ready.

Are you sure you

won't come inside?

Yes, yes. I'm coming.

BRUCE:
"Dear Boss, Gotham has

become a den of filth and scum.

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