Batman: Return of the Caped Crusaders Page #4

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on more pressing matters.

The joker and his crooked

cohorts got away.

We're sure they're causing mayhem

to Gotham city. But where?

Strangely enough, we haven't heard

a peep from them, boy wonder.

Not a peep?

How unlike those fiends.

Harriet Cooper,

you know this is Bruce's

hallowed and forbidden

no woman's land. Oh!

But I just know

he's hiding something.

A red phone.

My, how unique.

Mustn't touch, aunt Harriet.

The oil from your fingers

can ruin the finish.

Bruce! I...

- I was just...

- Leaving?

Yes. Of course.

Land's sakes!

How did I end up in here?

Wayne manor is so big, it's

easy to get turned around.

Toodle-oo boys!

Gosh, that was close.

Too close, I'm afraid.

- Alfred!

- Sir. -Aunt Harriet almost uncovered

our most intimate of secrets,

our true identities

as crime fighters.

It's your job to keep her

away from this study.

Deepest apologies, sir.

It won't happen again.

No, it won't.

You're dismissed.

For the night?

Forever.

Bruce, surely you don't mean it.

It's quite all right,

master dick.

Master Bruce, it has been

an honor to serve you.

Goodbye, Alfred.

I'm sure you'll continue

to make me proud, master dick.

Goodbye.

Gosh, Bruce, he's been

with you since you were a boy.

It wasn't that big of a deal.

An entire city depends on us.

Clearly, Alfred had gotten

too comfortable here.

I suspect a change

would be best for both of us.

Now, enough sentimentality.

There's much work yet to do.

To the Batcave!

Now!

Holy dragnet! We've

looked everywhere, Batman.

Downtown, uptown, in the bay...

It doesn't make any sense.

Maybe they've given up.

I mean it's either that

or they're not on this planet.

Great Scott, that's it, Robin!

Lex Parsimoniae.

Latin for "law of parsimony"?

Good job. Your grasp of the

dead languages has improved.

No language can be dead

if it lives in your heart.

Quite true.

Law of parsimony.

Also known as Occam's razor.

When you have

two competing theories,

the simplest one

tends to be true.

So I ask you,

did the most depraved,

evil, cold-hearted individuals

throw in the towel?

Or is it something simpler?

We can't find them because they're

no longer on this planet.

- Holy Trojan horse!

- Yes, Robin.

I contend those thieves hitched a

ride on that Belgravian rocket

that was just

launched into space.

Approaching

space station, comrade.

Prepare to dock.

Oh, pardon me, boys,

but could you direct me to the

powder room in this tin can?

No?

Then I'm afraid

you'll have to take a powder.

Pengi?

Sweet dreams,

my comatose cosmonauts.

To the Batrocket!

Gosh, Batman.

I never thought we'd need the

Batrocket on one of our cases.

An intergalactic spaceship is just another

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