Batman: Under the Red Hood Page #2

-But he's locked up.

-Not his m.o. either.

There's been an uptick in heavy trafficking,

but crime is down.

ALFRED:

indeed it is.

Master Bruce got almost three hours sleep

in the last two days.

True busman's holiday.

But he is locked up.

Like, a lot locked up.

Maybe we should go for a visit.

Could you just once say,

"Let's get in the car"? is that so hard?

[LAUGHTER ECHoING]

You look good. Been working out?

You could probably use a little sun.

Then again, who am i to talk?

[CACKLING]

BATMAN:

He's calling himself the Red Hood:

what do you know about it?

That he has horrible taste.

when i wore that number, it was classy.

More flashy maitre d'

than motorcycle fetish.

oh, these kids today.

if you're behind this in any way,

we will find out.

-You're not--

-oh, Bird Boy, you're so much less fun now.

All grown up and in your big-boy pants.

Still, better off than his replacement,

right?

Even tougher making with the yuks

when you're worm food, huh?

You gonna do it this time?

or you just gonna put me

in another body cast for six months?

So disappointing.

But back to the matter at hand...

...this new hoody.

You really think i would stir up

so much troubie...

...and not make sure

you knew it was me?

[CACKLING]

i know you've never met him before,

but be cool.

This here is the Black Mask.

The first boss to gain control

of the entire city in 20 years.

whatever he wants in Gotham, he gets.

But his appearance

takes a bit to warm up to.

MAN:

He did what? what?

oh, good, he's pissed.

WOMAN:
our concern is the one

who ordered the theft of the android.

He goes by the name of Red Hood.

MAN:

i don't care what he's calling himself.

Do you idiots know

how many bidders i had on Amazo?

A list of puppet dictators

and psychos as long as my arm.

Millions shot right to hell.

-And whose money is that?

-Your money.

My money. Mine.

This score was a game changer.

Amazo was going buy my way up

into high-end internationai trafficking.

Now I'm forced to keep rooting around

in this local leg-breaking garbage.

And he gives me bat troubie,

who blows the damn robot's head off!

i could have at least sold it for scrap,

but Batman kept it.

Yes, Batman likes to keep things.

-Look, this circus act, this Red Foot--

-Red Hood.

whatever.

He's dead. Take care of him.

You, new guy.

-Sir:

BLACK MASK:
Don't be nervous, kid.

But if you keep staring at me like that,

I'm gonna cut your eyes out.

[GRoANING]

-Give me the specs on tonight's shipment.

LEoN:
Yes, sir.

it's 10 cases of assorted SMGs

and PDws...

...along with 5000 .45 caliber ACP rounds,

your personal favorite...

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