Batman and Harley Quinn

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- (GUNS FIRING)

- (MAN SCREAMS)

GUARD:
Look out!

- (WOODRUE ROARS)

- (SCREAMS)

(YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERING)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(EXCLAIMING)

- (GRUNTS)

"Hey! TrYmQ to work here!

Perhaps you could work a little faster.

Perhaps if you hadn't tripped

the damn alarm.

(GROANS)

Pamela, we are out of time!

The police will be here soon.

Or worse...

Batman. I know, I know!

But it's like trying to find

a needle in a... Haystack.

- Come on, come on.

- (COMPUTER BEEPING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

Bingo.

(OPENING MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER

ON POLICE RADIO)

WOMAN". Nothing was physically stolen.

Obviously.

There was no effort

to minimize collateral.

This was about information.

There's no way Poison Ivy could've

accessed S.T.A.R. Labs secure data.

- They're...

- Got it.

Here's the file they copied.

Looks like this is the only thing

they cared about.

Oh, no.

"Holland."

Holland...

Why does that sound so familiar?

Be my guest.

BATMAN:
Alec Holland was working on

a bio-restorative formula

to turn deserts into forests.

Until a saboteur's bomb

destroyed that dream.

His body engulfed in the burning

experimental compound,

Holland tried to douse the flames.

The chemicals reacted

with the surrounding bayou.

His entire physiognomy changed.

- Holland was transformed into...

- Swamp Thing.

That's it! That's what attacked me!

Not quite.

BATMAN:
This is Jason Woodrue,

AKA the Floronic Man.

Terrific.

Poison Ivy teaming up with Jason Woodrue.

We're in for a ride.

I see two immediate objectives.

If you'll excuse us.

A, figure out what Ivy

and Woodrue are up to.

And B, find out where the Green is hiding out.

I'll take A.

I have a hunch I need to look into.

You take B.

Check previous addresses,

known associates...

Oh, crap.

Right.

We need Harley Quinn.

Last I heard, Harley went off the grid

after she got out on parole.

No one's heard a thing since.

Rumor is she's gone "straight,"

but also just plain gone.

No one disappears without a trace.

Someone knows something.

Someone always does.

It's just a matter of shaking

the right tree.

Hey, thanks again for helping us out

with that League of Assassins thing

in Nanda Parbat.

Oof! That Lady Shiva...

Wouldn't say no to a slice of that pie,

know what I mean?

So, what can I do for you, Batman?

Lot going on today,

but I can spare a few minutes.

A man was abducted from his home

two days ago.

- Harold Goldblum.

- (MUG SHATTERS)

Stupid hand.

Henderson!

How do you even know about that?

We've got a total media lockdown.

Let's just say I've got eyes

and ears everywhere, Sarge.

Hacking the A.R.G.U.S. computer

is a federal crime, Batman.

Goldblum is a former professor

of chemistry at Metropolis University.

Spent 15 years heading up

GothCorp Chemical's R&D division.

Most recently, he's been working

for the NSA,

specializing in biological warfare.

He was their top mind

in biology, botany and toxicology.

I need to know what he was working on.

That'll be all, Henderson.

Right, Sarge.

Big fan.

I'm sorry, Batman, that's classified.

My hands are tied.

Strange that you would put it

just that way.

Why?

A fringe hacker group recently

accessed information

about key A.R.G.U.S. employees.

Some of them seemed to be engaged in,

shall we say,

questionable nocturnal activities.

Are you blackmailing me?

I'm explaining that I can help stop

a crime in exchange for some information.

Fine.

But for the record, what Mistress Ilsa

does for me is considered therapy.

In some countries.

It's an odd case. No ransom demands,

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