Son of Batman Page #3

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- In Gotham?

We find him. we find Deathstroke.

We could take Deathstroke out...

...permanently.

- We don't kill.

- I was taught you destroy your enemy.

- That makes you like them.

- It makes me better than them.

Deathstroke killed my grandfather.

He has to pay.

Ra's was a madman.

He was a hero. He died a hero.

Ubu's Deathstroke's right-hand man.

He used to work for my grandfather.

He stays in Gotham City between missions

to indulge his vices...

...according to Mother.

I looked up the rest.

This is classified mater-

You downloaded this from the computer

in the Batcave, didn't you'?

I hacked into NORAD when I was 6.

It was easy.

Alfred is to take you directly home.

No stops.

You will not go off on your own

you will stay away from the computer...

...and you will stay out of sight.

Do you understand?

I owe my grandfather a death.

Deathstroke is mine.

Poor Talia.

Ra's would be so disappointed.

No.

I want her alive.

Croc's coming dawn

from whatever juice he was on.

The drugs he was stealing

were mutagens.

I think we have a pretty good idea

for whom.

He's too far gone to interrogate.

- And if he wasn't, Fm not sure he'd talk.

- Let's find out.

You're falling apart, Croc.

You're even shedding your scams.

It's over. You got the last fix

you're gonna get from Langstrom.

Where is he?

Screw you.

They're afraid to medicate you, Croc.

They don't wanna get too close.

But Fm not afraid.

You help me, I'll help you.

Bar's to your right.

Make yourself at home.

Heh, hope there's no cameras in here.

And you're gonna have

to keep this window shut-..

...If you want me to take my things off.

Ha, ha.

Here.

Hey.

I'm going to give you

to the count of three. One...

Leave, harlots.

- Right. Get out here. Hurry; up.

- I'm not paid enough for this.

Where is Deathstroke?

Did you think it would be that easy'?

Just ask and I would talk'?

I don't want it to be easy.

Huh?

Ha!

You'll get nothing from me.

Either I get answers

or you get the sword.

Do your worst.

The psychos just keep getting younger.

- Talk.

- Missing something?

Not in the mood for games.

I have a kid here.

Says he's your son.

I'll be right there.

Really ticks me off alter all those lectures

he gave me about using protection.

Indeed.

Are you all right, Master Dick?

I took the cut, I can take the stitch.

Maybe you need more anesthetic.

- And maybe you need to go f-

- Master Dick.

Maybe you should remember

who the blood son is.

"Bloodthirsty" is more like it.

- This was you rs?

- Still is.

Keep your hands off it, kid.

Is this what you wore in training?

It's what I wore when I went on patrol.

The only thing it's missing

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