Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman Page #4

We need some real muscle.

Whoever you want to bring in,

Penguin, is fine with me.

I can't believe this!

Who are they getting?

Who's better than you?

Penguin's not saying.

Get out. Get out!

First you click on the red crystal, then

the blue, then hold down the shift key.

Whoa! You got in!

I've raided a few tombs in my time.

She found the secret bonus level

to "Death Castle 3000"!

Nobody at school can figure it out.

The guys are gonna flip.

So is Alfred. He's been waiting

in the car for you all this time.

Thanks.

- Working late again?

- Yeah.

Fortunately, my boyfriend

is very understanding. What about yours?

Girlfriend! I mean, of course girlfriend.

After all, considering your reputation.

Not that it's bad or anything or any

of my business, because it's not.

I was just curious.

How red is my face?

Crimson. And no, I don't

have anybody special.

Am I that forgettable, Bruce?

I've managed to lose my shadows

for a while...

...and I thought I'd paint the town red.

Want to come along

and empty a few spray cans?

Excuse me, Kathy Duquesne,

Roxanne Ballantine.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Yes, I'm sorry.

- About what?

- I don't know.

So you never got married, huh?

Hard to believe. Here she comes.

Well, what do you know?

It's the trash picking up the trash.

Hey, K.D.

Looking hot.

You got some fries with that shake?

I know, not exactly

the book-club crowd.

- I suppose you know who owns this place.

- She should. I bought her her first parasol.

- Kathleen.

- Ozzie.

And Mr. Wayne.

It's been quite a while, hasn't it?

Yes. The last time was when

you stole plutonium...

...from one of my labs

and threatened to blow up the city.

Oh, yes, my more

rambunctious days.

Sir, your call just came in.

The vagaries of a restaurateur.

You understand.

Didn't know you and Penguin

had issues.

It's not the bird

that's bothering me, it's you.

- What kind of game are you playing?

- Game?

You dump your guards for a night,

and where do you go?

A club where the patrons

are your father's cronies.

It's like you want him to hear about it.

I'm not sure I like your tone.

I think I'll decide in the powder room.

So you've already landed. Splendid.

How soon before we can commiserate?

MostofaKamal86@yahoo.com

I can drop by your club tonight.

I assume you have a back entrance.

Oh, yes. I use it so much,

I'm thinking of installing a revolving door.

See you then.

- I said I wasn't to be disturbed.

- Oh, am I disturbing you?

Can't have that, can we?

How dare you? Release me at once,

you harridan, or I'll...

They're constricting.

They'll slice a penguin like a turkey,

unless you tell me who your new player is.

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