Batman Unlimited: Monster Mayhem

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Come on.

Hold up, Grundy, I'm coming.

Unh! Oh.

Zombie wrestler. Nice one.

Grundy love Halloween.

Keep it moving, freak show.

Oh, freak show, is it?

I said, get out of the street.

Heroes. Ha, ha. Figures.

Well, I hate your costumes.

And so does my friend.

Lady, I don't care about you or your...

- Faster. Go faster.

- Coming up.

Policemen.

I got this. Take the wheel.

Why you stop?

I have to breathe at some point.

Pull over. Pull over and give yourself up.

Yes!

Keep them on the wheel, Grundy.

- I'm glad you're here.

- People usually are.

- Green Arrow?

- Nice to see you again too, kid.

What are you doing here?

Police subnet said there was an escape

at Arkham.

I was in the neighborhood anyway.

- Really?

- Not even close.

But I didn't wanna miss the fun.

Wait for it.

Jump!

Okay. Now we got a ballgame.

I think I got them that time.

Bigger problem.

Object in mirror may be closer

than they appear.

Batman.

Positive ID.

It's Solomon Grundy and Silver Banshee.

Let's see if they want a trick or a treat.

Almost there.

Step on it, won't you?

Trick or treat, snowflake.

Now what?

No. Get away from me. Get away.

Boo.

What were you doing?

Don't be mad, Scarecrow.

Oh, it was just a joyride.

Was the plan was too complicated

for your pea-brains?

No, Dr. Crane.

Brains not peas.

You recall I told you to head directly

to the meeting place after your escape...

...no antics, no tomfoolery,

no shenanigans?

We remember.

This, my associates,

is the very definition of "shenanigans."

Slide over. I'll drive.

Arrow, can you hear me?

Ugh. Oh, it's you.

Hey, Bats.

Thought you might need some help.

You all right?

Yeah, just stiff.

It's like waking up from a nightmare.

Endoscopic traces of tetracycline

and aerosol still in the air.

That's residue

from the Scarecrow's fear gas.

Scarecrow, Silver Banshee and Grundy

all working together the same night?

Happy Halloween.

Gotham City

welcomes the cybernetic superhero Cyborg.

Cyborg is the guest of honor...

...for Gotham Museum's unveiling

of their new Inca exhibit.

This is car Four-Oh-Niner

with our second sweep of Sector 12.

Cyborg's systems were instrumental...

...in the location and excavation

of this historic find.

Any sign of the escaped inmates?

Negative, Dispatch. Nothing yet.

Roger that, 409. Keep your eyes peeled.

No, no, no.

We need to smooth the throwing animation.

Note recorded, sir.

Okay, Gogo, I'm going home.

No worries, Ana. I'm gonna debug for a bit.

See you tomorrow.

And I'm still getting that response

flutter. COMPUTER: Note recorded, sir.

And stop calling me "sir."

Note recorded, sir.

What did you forget?

Ana? Are you okay?

Ana, what are you doing?

Huh?

That should hold her.

- Nothing since they disappeared last night?

- Not a thing.

No mention of them on the subnets,

the dark web or social media, sir.

Keep at it. They didn't just disappear.

Let me know the minute you find something.

Of course. And shall I press your tuxedo

for the museum gala tomorrow?

I have to go. I'm getting another call.

Don't wait up.

What is it you want?

You, Gogo Shoto.

You are coming with me.

No. Please.

Let him go.

Clayface.

What was that?

Thank you, Batman. Thank you.

Quick selfie?

Whew. They tightened those sensors

something fierce.

Feels good, though.

How are those upgrades interfacing, son?

Not bad, Pop. I'm incorporating them now.

Let's see what we've got.

Three-hundred-and-sixty-degree

tracking and axis management...

...allowing for unilateral targeting.

Plus, they'll interface nicely

with the propulsion upgrades.

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