Batman: Mask of the Phantasm Page #4

I diapered your bottom.

I bloody well ought to... sir!

Well, you're wrong!

Andrea's father...?

You know how I've always

wanted to see Europe.

Dad has business there. It's a hush-

hush deal. He won't tell me a thing.

Not even when we'd be coming back.

Will you at least let me try

to talk you out of it?

Wait, please.

Never mind.

I'm no good at this.

Here. You'll get the idea.

What do you say?

Of course I will!

I never thought this would happen.

I always felt like I'd

thrown you a curve ball.

Like you never knew what to do with me,

since I wasn't in the plan.

You are now. I'm changing the plan.

Looks like Dad's got company.

Business-type company.

He doesn't usually see clients here.

Not at this hour.

Maybe we should wait

to tell him the good news.

- Maybe.

- Good night, Bruce.

- Alfred.

- Miss.

It's another cave, all right.

As big as the house, judging from

all the bats that came out of it.

Alfred, what's wrong?

This just arrived, sir.

"Left with Dad.

Too young...

...need time.

Forget about me."

My God!

If there was just some other way...

I hate that song.

Gasp!

Can it be?

Old Sallie "The Wheezer" Valestra.

Welcome, paisan!

It's been a dog's age.

Hello, Joker.

Didn't mean to drop by unannounced.

Oh, Salvatore!

Why so formal?

Mi casa nostra es su casa nostra-

What does an old-timer like you

want with a two-timer like me?

Business.

Oh, business!

Sounds like fun! Come!

We'll repair to more

comfortable environs.

Now hold on to your hat,

and watch those valuables.

It's going to be a bumpy ride!

Honey, I'm home!

Don't mind my home-security system.

Down, Rusty.

Can't be too careful,

with all those weirdos around.

What? Meat loaf again?

Oh, I had it for lunch!

Isn't Hazel here a cutie?

True, she's a real homebody, but you

can't help who you fall in love with.

Come. Have a seat, Sal.

Tell me what's on your so-called mind.

It's Batman.

He's gone nuts!

First he whacked Chuckie Sol...

...then Buzz.

Now he's after me.

I've been reading lately how old

guano-man is wound tight enough to snap.

Wouldn't it be great if I'd finally

driven him off the deep end?

This isn't a joke!

He's knocking us off, and

only you can take him down.

Five million up front, with

whatever you want to finish him off.

What do I look like? Pest control?

Think, you fool! Once he gets me,

how long till he gets you?

You know what I'm talking about.

Your hands are just as dirty.

Dirtier!

Don't touch me, old man!

I don't know where you've been!

Oh, Sal, no one could

take a joke like you.

- Of course I'll help you out.

- Really?

Certainement-

No way is anybody

gonna hurt my pal Sal.

That's it!

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