Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker Page #4

Wait, it's night. Where does he go?

Wayne?

Wayne!

Ace.

Please,

God, no.

Floor...

...under...

...table.

How is he?

The anti-toxin's done all it can.

It's up to him now.

Thanks for coming.

I didn't know who else to call.

Who else is there?

That reminds me. I'd better

check on our other patient.

What have I done?

I killed the little rabbit.

I don't deserve to live!

How you doing,

killer?

Yeah,

rough night for me too.

Sad news from the financial world

this morning.

The return of Bruce Wayne to his family

company has been delayed due to an accident.

Wayne Enterprises' Jordan Pryce

had this to say:

We received a call from

Mr. Wayne's houseboy this morning...

...saying Mr. Wayne

had taken a bad fall.

Everyone at the Wayne Enterprises' family

sends their prayers and good wishes...

...to our senior member

for his speedy recovery.

I'll bet. Not every creep in Gotham

wears a purple suit.

It'd make my job

simpler if they did.

The Joker knew about Bruce, about me,

probably about you too.

Someone knows,

I'll give you that.

But it's not the Joker.

Not the real one.

Bruce said he was dead.

And?

That's it.

I know there's more.

Barbara, I'm part of this. I need

the answers Bruce can't give me.

I deserve them.

I thought talking about it

would get easier over time...

...but some hurts

never go away.

Dick Grayson,

Nightwing, had left...

...to establish himself

in another city.

There were three of us then:

Bruce, myself and Robin, Tim Drake.

Robin was alone when

he came upon a woman in trouble.

Help!

Help!

Somebody,

please, help!

Hero time.

-That evens things up a little.

-Not really, bird-boy!

A bird in the hand.

We soon realized

Tim was missing.

Night after night we scoured the city,

running down every lead...

...pressing every

underworld connection.

But no one had seen

any sign of Robin.

For three agonizing weeks

there was nothing.

Then one night,

we were sent an invitation.

Arkham.

The asylum had been moved

to a newer, high-security building.

The old building had been

partially demolished...

...and hung open

like a rotting wound.

Hush, little baby,

don't say a word

Mama's gonna buy

you a mocking bird

And if that

mocking bird don't sing

Mama's gonna buy

you a diamond ring

And if that diamond

ring turns brass

Mama's gonna buy

you a looking glass

And if that looking

glass gets broke

Pudding,

company!

Hello there!

Welcome to our happy home.

Where's Robin?

Robin?

There's no Robin here.

Maybe he means our little J.

Of course!

That's it!

No peeking.

Mommy's little helper.

You know, Bats, we've been doing this

little runaround of ours for years.

It's been loads of laughs,

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