Batman: Return of the Caped Crusaders Page #5

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tool in a crime fighter's arsenal.

Now, Robin,

space travel is the most dangerous

endeavor man has ever embarked upon.

I need to know if you

have the right stuff.

If brave men weren't

willing to take bold risks,

we wouldn't be able to move

forward as a society.

Then we take a bold risk now,

for Gotham city.

Initiate bat-countdown.

- T-minus 10 seconds.

Fire booster rockets.

Adjust bat-radar dish.

Open launch doors.

T-minus five...

Four... three...

Two... one!

Ignition.

Ready to move out.

How delicious!

I've always wanted

to rule from the stars.

This will go down in history as the

greatest caper in the universe.

And when we three are done,

there'll be no one to stop us.

There are four cats in this

litter, you pudgy peon!

Yes. But one runt which

must get tossed out.

Treachery! But why?

You're soft on Batman.

And we all know how

fickle cats can be.

Who's to say you

won't turn on us...

For him?

Ha!

The cat's got her own tongue.

Ah, well...

Just think of it as one

small step for mankind,

and you'll be able

to swim back to earth.

Oh... get her boys!

That's some

space station, Batman.

A top secret joint venture

between our government

and the government of Belgravia.

Ultimately our two countries couldn't

figure out a way to work together

and it was abandoned.

- What a waste!

- Yes.

From up here it becomes clear

that we're all one people.

I hate to the core of my being when

diplomacy is destroyed by myopic pride.

Engage

bat-gravity boots.

Holy helium! Bat-climbs would

be much easier this way.

Easier, but eventually

your muscles would atrophy,

your bones would lose density.

You see, Robin, there are consequences

to doing things the easy way,

something villains rarely take into

consideration when choosing a life of crime.

Golly.

Right again, Batman

the only thing a cat hates more

than water is the

vacuum of space.

Then I hope you can hold

your breath, pussycat.

Looks like the cat

will go splat.

And now, it's time to put

you out for the night.

Off you go!

May I assume your twisted teammates

turned the tables on you?

Where's your chivalry, Batman?

It's impolite to rub your masculine

superiority in a woman's face.

Serves you right,

you depraved creature.

Are you sure we can't kill him?

When you're older, you'll come

to appreciate the pungent allure

of the feminine mystique,

old chum.

But now it's time to dish out

some well-deserved fisticuffs.

Up with your flippers,

you unholy three!

And hope that I leave enough of

you to put behind prison bars.

Curses! It's Batman.

Ha, the cat came back.

Oh! How did he

find us this time?

Why, you quizzical creep!

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