The Batman vs. Dracula Page #5

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Some hideout you got here, Penggy!

Dripping with atmosphere.

I'm warning you Joker!

There's nothing here for you!

Ooooh, that is one fat looking vault.

No, Joker!

That's one good looking corpse.

Breakfast in bed, fresh squeezed.

You, want to give blood?

A break-in at the bank.

As you have more apocalyptic matters to attend to,

might you be leaving this one to the police?

It's a blood bank.

A bold finish of wild cherries, with a hint of oak.

Joker?

Undead and kicking!

Funny, you're my second Batman tonight!

And you're both pains in the neck!

Batman, you're one dead duck!

Garlic.

Eww.

Sir?

Your garlic bombs did the trick.

We have our test subject.

Anything, Sir?

Joker's not talking.

He won't reveal Dracula's resting place,

not so long as he has vampire blood in his veins.

Batsy!!

Joker has suffered a fate crueler than death.

I intend to bring him back to the land of the living.

With a little blood work.

Hey little girl. You shouldn't be out here.

Solar generator prepped and ready, Sir.

Joker's blood didn't withstand the sunlight.

I know you're near, Batsy.

I can smell the precious nectar pumping

through your veins.

Find anything of value?

To be quite honest, so much vampire lore exists,

that it is difficult to separate fact from fiction.

Carmilla Karnstein, the bride of Count Dracula.

According to legend,

her bloodthirst rivalled even his own.

It seems they were-

Meant for each other?

If Cupid's arrow could penetrate a heart so black,

there may be hope for you yet, Master Bruce.

Miss Vale.

It's Saturday night.

The dinner!

I completely forgot with all of this

blood sucking nastiness about.

The horror! The horror!

Tell her I'm running late.

Coming!

Miss Vale. Please, do come in.

Why do you torment me, Batsy?

I thought you cared.

Trust me Joker, I'm trying to help you.

Then feed me!

Got ketchup?

The grief must continue to affect Bruce.

I mean, no one ever really gets over

a trauma like that.

Master Bruce has his outlets.

He must fear losing those he cares about.

Which would explain his difficulty

in letting people get close.

You have been most patient, Miss Vale.

Do I smell garlic?

Uh, that would be dinner.

He isn't coming, is he?

Thirsty. Burning up inside.

I can't take it anymore!

Have mercy on a sad clown.

Dracula's resting place, where is it?

Don't you see?

The choice isn't mine to make.

I am his vessel.

Batsy, you complete me.

Stable.

Vicki.

Astonishingly, she still speaks the world of you.

Lunch.

It's about time, Batsy.

You're late!

Taste's a little off.

You sure this is fresh?

No games, Joker.

Where's Dracula?

I'm looking at him.

Where's Penguin?

Penguin?

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