Batman: Return of the Caped Crusaders Page #3

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Shall we go, then?

But first, may I fix my hair?

I always like

to look good for the judge.

A woman as beauteous as yourself

should be allowed

to look her best.

You've earned that much

for doing the right thing.

Holy noxious gas!

Goodnight, sweet prince.

Rise and shine,

my winged warriors.

It doesn't have

to be this way, Batman.

You're right.

It's not too late to renounce

your evil ways, Catwoman.

You are the one

who will renounce his ways,

my dutiful do-gooder.

Granted, you've been known

to cloud the minds of men,

but I live by a set

of immalleable principles.

Oh, that's where this comes in.

After a dose, I think you'll

find your principles less rigid.

What did you do to him,

you sinful succubus?

Observe.

Kiss me, Batman.

I...

- I...

- Batman, no! Don't do it.

- Will...

- Don't do it.

Will...

Not!

Don't worry, old chum.

My moral fiber is stronger than any

substance this she-devil might concoct.

Oh, well, no use

crying over spilled milk.

Ah! I told you

it wouldn't work.

Never mind, Pengi...

Magic potions

may not affect Batman,

but I'm sure good

old-fashioned fire does.

Our most hated foes are about

to become a human TV dinner.

Huzzah! Huzzah!

Fiends! I swear by all that is

just, you will rue this day.

The only roux here

is in the gravy.

Come, my capricious cronies

in criminality.

It's starting to heat up,

Batman.

But, we do smell delicious.

The smell of death, Robin,

I'm afraid.

Guess this is our

last meal, Batman.

Then this is one time I would

advocate starting with dessert.

I suppose it doesn't matter

if we ruin our appetites now.

No, Robin.

The dessert is a lemon tart.

Holy citric enzymes!

Lemons are acidic.

Correct, Robin.

Now if I can just cover my

ropes with this lemon filling,

the acidic content might be

enough to weaken my bonds.

Hurry, Batman!

Holy entree, Batman!

We were almost done for.

Well done, to be precise.

Though I find it quite

distasteful they got away.

At least Catwoman's play

to turn you evil didn't work.

True.

Now we still have to uncover

what those malicious miscreants

have planned

for the replica ray.

Can you believe it?

Those Bolsheviks in Belgravia

have launched

another manned space flight.

Shameful indeed, chief.

It seems when it comes

to the space race,

we've fallen

even further behind.

Watching television

while on the job?

I certainly don't

condone that, commissioner.

Oh, uh, of course, Batman.

So sorry.

We were just...

It's not me

you need to apologize to.

It's the law-abiding

taxpayers of Gotham city.

You're quite right,

caped crusader.

Begorra! I've never been

so ashamed.

Enough sniveling, gentlemen.

We're here

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