Batman: The Animated Series

This is Gotham Air One reporting in.

Things are actually quiet, for once.

-You see that? -What?

I had a blip. It just ghosted across my screen.

-I don't see anything. -It was there.

Whatever it is, it must be right below us.

-There it is. -There what is?

It looked like bat wings.

Bat wings?

Okay, take us up through those clouds, just in case.

Sorry, kid.

There's nothing up here.

I swear, I saw it.

Something was flying around up here.

Testing, one, two, three.

Testing, one, two, three.

You, too, can fulfill the dream

of being a high-paid radio personality

in your spare time, just like me.

Just call...

Just call the Gotham Institute of Broadcast Arts.

Yeah, that's better. Call the Gotham...

Get away!

- -

I didn't authorize this statement, Detective.

Come on, Commissioner.

Somebody asked me a couple of questions.

I just gave them a couple of answers.

You gave them without my approval.

If you'd kept quiet, he wouldn't know we're moving against him.

I'll find him.

I just need a little extra help, Your Honor.

What kind of help?

I want my own tactical squad

for the sole purpose of throwing a net over this Batman.

-Commissioner? -I've already denied the request.

Nobody's taking a vigilante force onto my streets.

Your Honor, any nutcase that dresses up like a bat,

sooner or later is gonna snap.

Listen, it's just not Batman's MO.

Oh, yeah? Tell that to the guy he just tossed through the window.

I think we could spare a few men, Commissioner.

Detective Bullock does have a reputation for getting results.

I'm authorizing the strike force.

Anything else, Detective?

Just make sure the DA's office can give me an airtight case, sir.

If you catch him, Harvey,

I'll put him in jail for you.

"Gotham police declare war on Batman"?

I gather you've been reading

How to Make Friends and Influence People.

Somebody's setting me up.

My heavens.

You mean, it wasn't you

tossing guards out of windows last night?

I only toss butlers, Alfred.

Look here. There were two very quiet burglaries

at other pharmaceutical companies this week.

Nobody hurt like last night,

but chemicals stolen just the same.

And you suspect a pattern?

Only one way to find out.

I'll cancel Master Bruce's rendezvous with

Bambi, was it, sir?

Yes, Alfred, do that.

Come here, you.

-He's back. -I'll call the police.

- -

Calling Detective Bullock.

Calling Detective Bullock.

Yeah?

The Batman's been sighted breaking into Phoenix Labs.

Thought you'd be interested.

I want my squad there, backed by choppers

and as many officers as you can get now.

You're mine.

Call the Gotham...

All right, you jokers, pipe down!

He's in there.

I want him by any means necessary.

Commissioner, you're just in time

to see us hang this bat upside down.

You sure he's in there?

The chopper pilots just spotted him on the fourth floor.

Well, he can't be in two places at once.

Another pharmaceutical factory was just robbed across town.

-You've got the wrong suspect. -What?

There!

-Gas attack. -

Put on your masks.

Hey, there he is.

Well, somebody's in there, Commissioner.

Call them off, Bullock, or I will.

The Bat's got to be in there, sir. What do you think?

-Tear gas? -We'll smoke him out.

Okay, men, ready with your masks.

The Gotham Zoo tour tram departs in five minutes.

Adventures in Chiroptery,

at the Bat Exhibit, will begin in 30 minutes.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Dr. March?

Who is it?

Bruce Wayne. I have an appointment.

I called about a bat problem.

What do you think we are? Pest control?

-I just need... -Yes. Come in.

Why, thank you, Doctor.

You donate a few million, and you think you own the place.

I understand I'm to analyze something for you.

Yeah, Doc. I keep hearing squeaks in my chimney

and I found these in my empty fireplace.

They look like hairs.

I thought maybe you could tell me if I have a bat problem.

And what if they are bats, Mr. Wayne? What then?

Destroy them like insects?

We won't survive the next evolutionary cataclysm,

but bats will.

They're survivors, Mr. Wayne, not pests.

You should understand that.

Dad?

I hope Mr. Wayne understands you mean no disrespect.

Of course not, Miss...

Mrs. Actually, Doctor.

I'm Francine Langstrom.

I think you spoke with my husband on the phone.

Oh, Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry I'm late.

I'm Kirk Langstrom.

Did you bring the sample?

I gave it to Dr. Mar...

Where'd he go?

Probably to get started on the analysis.