[music playing over the speaker]
[blows]
[Diane] Phil, we're on the clock.
If I want to hold my woman's hand, I'm gonna hold her goddamn hand.
And if Sergeant walks in?
Then he'll see us.
[Diane laughing]
And I'll resign.
[waitress] Here you are, honey.
One earl grey.
I know it's not a ring, but...
We're going to make it there one day.
On our honeymoon.
We'll get out of this freezing shit hole.
All I want to do is drink Pina Coladas on a beach with you.
Well, that's not all...
[Phil chuckles softly]
I am a lucky man.
Yes, you are.
Happy anniversary.
[engine clicking]
You think it's the chill?
Sounds like the starter.
Pop the hood.
[door closes]
-[blade swishing] -[flesh squelches]
[Phil grunts]
[Diane] Phil!
Drop your knife!
[gun cocking]
Drop your knife!
[Diane grunting in pain]
[Diane gasping for breath]
[car starting]
[engine accelerating]
["Ever Fallen In Love" playing by The Buzzcocks]
[engine roaring]
Don't touch anything.
Don't worry, I would never burn down your home.
It's so quaint.
[Kory] I said don't touch anything.
[Conner] Hey.
You're back.
With company...
Kory's sister.
Her homicidal sister.
In our house.
Koriand'r,
I see you've prepared a welcome gift.
Have him washed immediately and returned to my chamber.
Uh, yeah. What?
Tamaran is a very different planet.
Clearly the strapping one is my man servant, here to attend to my needs.
Sure. I can attend to your needs.
That's not what she's talking about.
[Kory] No, no, we don't do that here.
Conner is not your chew toy.
He's one of us.
A Titan.
But is the green one not yours?
[laughs]
I'll need someone to draw me a bath.
-Where would that be? -No one's gonna draw you a bath.
Upstairs. Pick a room.
[Kory sighs]
Wherever black fire goes, chaos always follows.
Sleep with one eye open.
[opening theme music playing]
[siren wailing distantly]
[shuriken clangs]
[Robin] That was a warning shot.
Drop the vase.
If you wish.
[both grunting]
[masked woman chuckles]
Nope.
[Robin grunts]
[masked woman] Hmm.
You're not running?
Maybe I want to get caught.
Barbara?
Security here's a joke.
It's my way of keeping my dad on his toes.
[Robin chuckles]
[alarm blaring]
Wanna grab a drink?
[Barbara] To being young and more fun.
[Dick] Being young and more fun.
Here we go.
[Dick coughs]
[continues coughing]
Stronger than it looks.
[Dick chuckles]
Mmm, kinda like me.
[both laugh]
Hey, can I ask you something?
Anything.
What's with the Selina Kyle shit?
You could get hurt.
You wouldn't get it.
When you look at me, what do you see?
Uh...
You see Commissioner Gordon's daughter.
It's not what I was gonna say.
Why not? It's all anybody ever sees.
The perfect daughter.
That the test scores, the pedigree.
I might even take after my dad one day. Who knows?
Doesn't sound so bad.
Yeah, well, I want to be more than that.
I want to do good in the world. Actual good.
All he ever does is fill out incident reports and dodge red tape.
Fire up the bat signal when things get dicey.
Why don't you join me and Bruce?
You're halfway there. He could teach you.
[Barbara giggles]
Batman, Robin and...
Robin girl.
[both laugh]
How about Batgirl?
Robin Girl has a nicer ring to it.
That's sweet, but... it's not really my thing.
You guys work for my dad.
You follow rules.
I like to break them
So what do you say, Dick Grayson?
You ready to break some rules?
[news reporter on TV] In the past two weeks,
a series of high-tech robberies
have swept across Gotham's museums and galleries.
Several of the city's most prized works of art,
artifacts and world-famous jewels
have vanished under cover of night.
And now last night, the prized Millennium necklace
has been stolen from Gotham's Metropolitan Museum.
It arrived just a week ago on loan from a private collection in Vienna.
Commissioner Gordon stated he was perplexed
as to how so many sophisticated security systems can be...
[Dick laughs]
What you gonna do with all this?
[reporter] ...for any information they might have
pertaining to the robberies.
Maybe we should give it back.
What?
No.
Let's try it on.
Let's see if you wanna give it back now.
Show me.
It's heavy.
It really suits you.
[Dick] Here. Want it tighter?
[Barbara] Yeah.
Oh, my God.
What did I do?
[Barbara] Sorry...
[panting rapidly]
Oh, fuck.
[breathing heavily]
[grunting]
[Gar] Dude, that looks horrible.
[Kory] Five inches over and we'd be burying another body.
Barbara's responsible for this?
One of her snipers is. Yeah.
On her orders, I'm sure.
Maybe I should go and have a word with her.
I think there's been enough bloodshed for today.
That was way too close, man.
I almost had him.
You're not listening, Dick!
You scared us.
Going out on your own, getting shot.
It's not okay.
I didn't want to put you guys at risk.
-Oh, bullshit, Grayson. -Excuse me?
[Gar] Dude, Hank blew up!
Dawn left us forever, and Jason went dark.
This family is dying and you go out alone and get yourself shot?
[Gar growling]
Do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?
[Kory] Gar!
What?
Take ten.
-Thanks. -Where are you going?
I'm going to go find him.
You lost a lot of blood.
You need to take it easy.
I'm all right.
Dick, before you go upstairs there's something I need to tell you.
Does it involve catching Red Hood and Scarecrow?
-No. -Then I'll hear about it later.
Fuck.
[sizzles]
Can you hand me a knife?
Are you sure?
Didn't my sister tell you I'm dangerous?
Pretty sure I can take you.
Let's test that theory.
Nice throw.
Let's eat.
[Jason] Let's just put the shit out on the streets.
Who the fuck cares if it's a perfect dose.
I care. You should, too.
Why? It works.
-I'm Exhibit One. -Exhibit A.
Something's submitted as primary evidence in support of a proposition or argument.
Exactly.
I exhibited the fuck out of it, so let's step it up.
There's a greater plan at work, padawan learner. Mysteries to be revealed.
There's no plan without my okay.
And I say let's go and fuck up Dick.
I get you.
You know, you're excited to see what the next step is.
But before that, I want you to come with me.
There's something I want to show you that...
might shed some light on things.
[orchestral music playing]
I used to come here during lunch when I was a med student.
There's nothing like pairing an egg salad sandwich with a Craniotomy.
Cool. Can we go now?
Now, hang a second, there's been a shift in dynamics,
and I blame myself for not being more transparent.
About what?
Exhibit B, or as a lesser man may say number two.
[grunts]
[man grunts]
[woman grunts]
[groans]
You are expendable.
Gotham is an open city now.
So I brought in this lovely specimen
to help me with a few errands
that are near and dear to my heart.
If you are unhappy, there are others
who are more than willing to take up the cause.
Comprende?
Good talk.
-What are you doing? -The dishes.
Is that your role here?
We all do the dishes,
and the cooking, and the laundry, and everything else.
This is a disgrace. We are queens.
Twenty four hours ago, you were a prisoner.
I think this is a major step up.
Freedom means nothing if you choose to live like a servant.
Okay, let's get something straight.
These people are my friends.
You will treat them and this place with respect.
No more knives.
And if I catch
even a whisper of a scheme out of your mouth,
I will drop you down the hole I found you in.
Are we clear...
-[door closes] -...Queen?
[Dick] There's been a development in...
Oh.
-Didn't know we had a guest. -[Kory] Yeah.
That's the thing I wanted to talk to you about.
Blackfire.
Pleasure's yours.
-Blackfire. You're-- -Yes.
The person who killed your boyfriend
and your parents.
In our kitchen.
It's a long story.
What were you saying?
Listen, there was an attack.
Thomas and Martha Wayne Memorial Hospital.
The surgical team was killed,
and a piece of medical equipment went missing.
They found a drug inhaler at the crime scene.
Let's go.
You just got shot.
Bruce got shot all the time. Didn't stop him.
Look how well that went.
Then I guess I'll just have to do better.
Let's go.
I understand now.
The tiny green one isn't your man servant.
Clearly, he
-satisfies your urges. -[door closes]
[Kory] Gar texted the name of the machine.
A short wave positron multiplier.
The kid who they were operating on
needed it for his procedure.
Is he still angry at me?
Gar?
Oh, it's fear disguised as anger.
He's just worried about you. He doesn't want you get hurt.
Well, it's part of the job.
Yeah, well, most people are scared by that.
You're just not like most people.
I have Bruce Wayne to thank for that.
And now Crane is doing the same thing with Jason.
Question is, what kind of twisted plan
does he have for that machine?
Obviously he's not looking to save sick kids.
And who is this new accomplice?
Witness I spoke to said the killer was a woman.
Blond hair, bad attitude.
The only person she spared was the patient.
You Dick Grayson? Kory Anders?
How did you know?
You're not allowed access.
[sighing] On whose orders?
Barbara Gordon's.
[Dick sighs]
So that partnership seems to be off to a great start.
Gunshot wound and a cock block,
and we're not even at lunch yet.
We don't need her to track down who's working with Crane.
It wouldn't hurt.
Look, I don't know all the gory details
between you and Barbara. I don't want to.
I've got my own problems.
But Crane, Jason, and now this new killer.
We cannot track them down
with one hand tied behind our back.
You and Barbara...
Fix it.
[door closes]
[chuckles softly]
[Barbara] Yeah. I'll take care of it.
You gonna shoot me again?
This is more your range.
How bad?
Looks worse than it is, went clean through.
-Are you hurt? -A little.
Good.
[scoffs]
You know, I had 'em both, Crane and Red Hood.
Don't put this on me.
You went off book. Way off book.
All this would be over if you had just stayed out of it.
Thanks to you,
I've got a high-value prisoner on the loose,
and the BOP gunning for my resignation.
So before you start...
Okay, just... [sighs]
We both made some mistakes yesterday.
-Are you apologizing? -I'm explaining.
I had a strong hunch about Crane.
I didn't tell you because the whole plan
would have fallen apart if he suspected GCPD involvement.
Well, your strong hunch led to Crane going AWOL
with a known terrorist.
So, maybe trust your intuition a little less.
I came here because we need to start working together.
[sighs] Right, because history shows
that we've worked great together.
Oh, come on, Barb, we got to be on the same side here,
-because if we're not, this whole city-- -I know!
I get it.
Same team.
[sighs]
I spotted surveillance at the hospital yesterday.
You got anything on it?
[sighs] The killer disabled the OR video feed.
We were only able to recover the audio,
which is useless.
So, unless you have any other ideas...
I have one idea.
-Don't say it. -Oracle.
[scoffs] Is that what this routine's all been about?
This is Red Hood and Scarecrow.
We can use Oracle's voice recognition
to tap into Gotham's phone network.
Oracle has been mothballed for a reason.
I'm the only one with access,
and I'm not revisiting that monster.
Not for you. Not ever.
All right.
[Barbara] This is exactly why I'm against vigilantes.
They think they're above the law.
Kidnapping prisoners, using them as bait.
Okay, fair enough.
How can I help?
[sighing] You really want to help?
Go home.
Okay.
Why is a piece of medical equipment
behind a massive government firewall?
'Cause it's not just a piece of medical equipment,
it's a shortwave positron multiplier.
-Which is what? -[Gar] I don't know,
but it sounds super-impressive.
[clicking]
[Kory] We need to figure out what Crane wants with it.
[Blackfire] Ugh.
Something to add?
Yes, sister.
Look at the way you're going about this.
This is clearly an expensive piece of machinery.
He may be trying to sell it on the black market.
Not likely. Crane isn't motivated by cash.
Then find out what the rats are up to
on the ground level, the sources on the street.
Or maybe you're
more comfortable taking orders from others...
rather than taking the initiative yourself.
Kory.
-We're in. -The inventor.
Doctor Christine Vo.
Map says she's deep in Gotham.
["Le Freak" playing on radio]
[music stops]
Worst taste in music ever.
I see some things never change.
You stay in the car.
Why did you even bring me to your home
if you don't want my help?
Just because I didn't let you die
doesn't mean you're part of the team.
Then what are you even doing with me?
[Kory] I have no fucking idea, Blackfire.
I can't leave you alone at Wayne Manor.
I can't send you back to Tamaran,
you blew up my spaceship.
And I can't kill you.
So that leaves us here.
Stay in the car, you watch her.
[door creaks]
Hello?
Anybody home?
[sighs]
[metal crunches]
[alarm beeping]
[exhales]
I thought your idea was good...
about getting intel from the people on the street.
Why are you sitting next to me?
I could use the company.
I don't like labs. Bad memories.
Hmm. Ditto.
So, what's Tamaran like?
Not like Earth.
There's no open skies, no flowing water.
The very air burns your skin.
I miss that burn.
Why would you miss that?
We made life prosper from nothing but dust.
Kory never appreciated Tamaran when she had it.
Have you heard stories of Krypton?
Wait. How did you know?
I can see the strength of Krypton
running in your blood.
And something else.
I'm, uh, half-Kryptonian
and half-human.
Hmm. Neither here nor there.
I have empathy for that struggle.
I was an alien, even on my own home planet.
That must have been lonely.
It was.
All I ever wanted was the power that Koriand'r wielded.
Fire.
Every royal is born with it except me.
The cursed child.
I was treated as less than a worm.
Now I know...
it wasn't power I coveted.
It was acceptance.
The Titans took me in.
Maybe they could take you in too.
We're a family.
-A family that doesn't share blood? -[scoffs]
They've got my back. No matter what.
We care for each other,
and when they're happy, I'm happy.
Even my sister?
Yeah, even Kory.
It's just...
you have to earn your way into this family.
[muffled groaning in distance]
-[muffled groaning] -[alarm blaring]
[muffled groaning]
Are you okay?
The same bomb used on Hank.
Conner!
Thirty-one beats. What do we do?
[Conner] Make a deactivator.
No one's gonna die this time.
[beeping]
Status.
80% chance of failure.
-Eighty? -You'll be fine, okay?
That's Superboy over there.
Forty-five.
Twenty.
Done.
[gasps]
[sighs]
[Christine gasping] Thank you.
[Kory] We got it.
Do you have any idea what Dr. Bell was
talking about in there?
Uh, that stuff about
still being in love with her ex-husband?
No, the machine Crane stole.
Oh, the SPM, yeah.
Can you elaborate?
Sure. The shortwave positron multiplier
is used to cure kids with RPPD.
It could multiply almost any chemical compound
with pulses of high-energy positrons
resulting in oxidative reactions
in the pentose phosphate pathway.
Okay, so what does Crane want with it?
That's a good question.
Well, if only
we had a criminal mastermind who could tell us.
Or half of one.
Right. Well,
if I were an evil genius,
I guess I could alter the machine
to multiply other chemicals.
Whatever I wanted more of, I could have, and fast.
So whatever Crane was doing before he went into Arkham,
he's back at it again.
But up to what? What's he trying to make?
Don't ask me. I'm not the mastermind-- Fuck!
Ugh. Get in the car.
[engine turns over]
[Dick panting]
Okay. How much further to the evidence room?
Twenty-five meters.
[Dick] Twenty-five meters. Do I go left or straight?
Left.
Does Barbara know you're in there?
[Dick] We're at a bit of an impasse.
Once we get the audio tapes from the hospital, I'll...
I'll let her know.
Are you okay?
If you want to talk about something, I'm all ears.
Or not.
Dick, I got to ask.
Back at the cabin...
[Dick] What about it?
Were you going to kill Jason?
What makes you say that?
Batman went off on his own and killed the Joker.
-You went off on your own and-- -[Dick] Gar,
Gotham got to Bruce.
And it gets to me too.
No. I don't want to have to kill Jason.
I just... [sighs]
I just don't understand.
Why'd he go bad?
[Dick] He had a tough life.
[sighs] That's what Bruce looked for.
Someone with anger.
Someone he could make into a weapon.
But Crane's manipulating him.
Look, I have to believe that
this dude we fought alongside, my friend...
That he's not all bad.
What if is this is not his fault?
[sighs]
What if it is?
[sighs] We don't know.
[Dick] Okay, where am I at, now?
Above the storage room.
[Dick] Oh, okay.
[grunts]
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
Commissioner?
Gotham Gazette, Chanel Five GNN, all down our throats about Crane.
What should I tell them?
[sighs]
Gotcha.
No comment.
[footsteps recede]
[phone ringing]
-[suspenseful music playing] -[ringing continues]
Holy shit.
[ringing continues]
[man on the phone] Barbara?
-It's me. -Bruce?
I'll be where it all started. Come quickly.
[music intensifies]
And, Barbara. Don't tell Dick.
[music intensifies]
[siren wailing distantly]
[indistinct chatter]
-[metal clangs] -[people gasp]
I want the drug.
We're not finished yet.
[panicking] All- All we have is a skinny batch.
You give me that, then. All of it.
We've been taking orders from Crane.
We thought he was the boss.
-[gun cocks] -[people panicking]
Who's the boss again?
We have audio from the murders, but no visual.
Bruce and I used to do this together, part of my training.
Join me.
[sighs]
[clicks button]
[distorted chatter]
-[music playing on recording] -[door opens]
-[woman gasps] -[flesh squelches]
[man on recording] My God. [grunts]
[man screams]
-[woman screaming] -[blade swishes]
-[man screaming] -[taps key]
[recording rewinds, plays]
[woman gasps]
[man] My God! [grunts]
-[recording rewinds] -[taps key]
-[blade swishes] -[man grunting]
The killer was 12 feet north east of the surgeon.
Knife throw.
What? A 12-foot, precision-targeted throw?
Was that an assassin?
-[blade swishing] -[woman grunts, screams]
[Dick] Sliced across the back.
Our killer has the ability to kill quickly,
but likes to savor the victim's pain.
Sounds personal.
[taps key]
-[woman struggling] -[blade swishing]
[recording rewinds]
-[woman screams] -[blade swishing]
Okay, take a seven-inch blade, and do a horizontal slash from West to East.
[blade swishes]
[woman screams]
Okay, one more time.
Sixteen-inch blade, reverse quick flash.
[blade swishes]
[Gar] I think it's closer to...
[blade swishes]
Yeah, that's it.
-[taps key] -[woman screams]
[body thuds]
-[blade swishes] -[man screaming]
[clicks button]
Severed the Achilles tendon.
Now, pivot, knees bent, slice. Go
[blade swishes]
[woman screaming]
Good work.
Our killer's between 5'6 and 5'8.
Trained in sword fighting using a 16-inch wakizashi blade.
And she's right handed.
[heavy breathing]
I know who the killer is.
[heavy breathing]
So, there's two keypads, on either side of the hallway.
Both codes have to be entered simultaneously.
[kissing]
[whispers] It's a very intricate security system.
[woman] One requiring two people.
Yeah, I have been thinking.
I think we, uh... We make sense.
[whispers] You think we make sense.
Yeah.
That's what every girl wants to hear.
Tell me that you've run the numbers and I'll swoon.
[device trilling]
Oh, shit, you gotta be kidding me.
It's him again.
Fuck Batman.
Don't go home now.
[sighs] You said "two keypads"?
Yeah.
[Barbara] Three...
[together] Two, one.
[digital beeping]
[vault opens]
-[footsteps approaches] -I'll be taking that.
[both grunting]
[Dick grunts]
-[blade swishing] -[all grunting]
[Barbara grunts]
-[flesh squelches] -[gasps]
[alarm blaring]
[grunts]
[Barbara groans in pain]
No!
[Dick] Come on, we need to go.
[crying]
[door opens]
-Pick up. Pick up. -[door slams shut]
[phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
Dick, take a hint.
[ringing continues]
Bruce?
[Bruce on phone] Barbara, it's me.
Where are you?
I'll be where it all started.
And, Barbara.
Don't tell Dick.
Oh, shit.
[gun cocks] Drop your weapon.
How movin'. The commissioner who overcame all the odds.
Drop it.
The Joker should have put you out of your misery.
-[blade swishes] -[gunshot]
[both grunt]
-[blade swishes] -[Barbara grunts]
This was worth the wait.
-[blades swishes] -[both grunt]
[metal clanging]
[gun cocks]
[breathing heavily]
Well...
Best laid plans...
[electrical buzzing]
[gun cocks]
[phone ringing]
Shit.
[ringing continues]
Check the Bat-Computer for homicides.
Wait, you don't think Blackfire has actually killed people, do you?
I don't know.
Of course, she does.
Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you?
I was on the wrong side of tracks, where you should have been.
I went to some bars, cracked some skulls
and found out from the rats of Gotham
that Crane is in bed with the mob.
But, there is one unhappy mobster.
That's our lead.
See?
Talk to those who don't belong
and they'll tell you everything.
Conner, give us the room.
[footsteps recede]
I can't trust one word that comes out of your mouth.
You're a liar. Have been since we were kids.
And that's worked just great for you, hasn't it?
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Face it. In order for you to be the good sister,
I have to be the bad one.
You're not mad that I left.
You're mad I came back.
-You okay? -Yeah.
For six years, Lady Vic leaves you alone,
and now, all of a sudden, she wants your pound of flesh?
This is about you and I working together again in Gotham.
Or it's just about Gotham being Gotham.
Don't have anything to do with us.
But why now? I mean, Crane has Red Hood for his dirty work.
Well, maybe Red Hood's lost his luster
and she's Crane's new toy.
And while she does his bidding, she just decides to come after you for kicks?
We'll see.
Your official escort duties have concluded, thank you.
She wanted you dead, Barbara.
Just let me quickly check your apartment.
Okay.
[opens door]
[door closes]
[Dick] It suits you.
Want it tighter?
I have been thinking about us.
I think we make sense.
[switches flicks]
All clear.
[sighs]
Maybe, it was just a one and done.
I guess that's it. I think you're good.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm good.
[scoffs] I should probably go.
Right.
[clicks tongue] It's late.
It is.
Yeah.
Well, then, I'll see you tomorrow.
[Barbara] Mmm-hmm, good night.
[Dick] Lock up.
Always.
[chuckles] Good night.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[intense music playing]
Well, is the bitch dead?
The bitch still has moves.
I had to skedaddle.
Well, as long as you deliver the goods,
then you will get a another shot at Barbara Gordon.
Flash photography.
I'll add another skill to the resume.
[scoffs]
Wonderful.
That's all.
Trust me. This is gonna be the greatest high you've ever had.
No fear. No limits.
Fuck you, Crane.
[Tim] Man, your shifted started an hour ago, where the hell are you?
[Stephen on phone] Priorities. My girls parents are out of town.
I'll be there in a second.
Seriously? I could have plans.
[Stephen] Yeah, but you don't.
Whatever.
-[gunshots] -[man screams]
[people screaming]
[gunshots]
[sighs]
Hey, hold on. You okay? You okay?
[coughing]
Call 911.
Stevey?
[man screaming]
[music intensifies]
[inhales]
[exhales]
[music fades]
[police sirens wailing]
[theme music playing]