Batman: The Brave and the Bold

The atlas moth, Batman.

The largest in the world.

And the deadliest.

Try again, Killer Moth.

With pleasure.

Killer Moth,

it's time someone pinned your wings back.

Get her.

Nice technique.

Pleasure to meet you, Caped Crusader.

Big fan.

This larcenous lepidopterist is gonna be molting in the state pen.

Who are you?

Now, Batman, that would be telling.

Gosh, the look on your face. Priceless.

But we sure went on to become one heck of a team.

Now isn't exactly the best time for reminiscing, Batgirl.

Sorry. Death traps make me nostalgic.

They were the world's strangest

and perhaps greatest heroes.

The Doom Patrol.

There were some who found these freakish outsiders unpredictable and dangerous.

But Negative Man, Elasti-Girl and Robot Man

were passionately embraced by the younger generation,

teenagers who saw these brooding outcasts

as symbols of their own loneliness and alienation.

But after saving Paris from the super-terrorist, General Zahl,

the Doom Patrol vanished at the height of their fame.

What could have driven these controversial heroes

to relinquish their duties as guardians of mankind?

Hasn't my Doom Patrol done enough? Sacrificed enough?

Why must they continue to hound us?

Self pity, Niles Caulder?

How unlike you.

Getting a tad soft in your old age, aren't you?

There is no more Doom Patrol, Brain, and no reason for us to fight.

Au contraire.

With your protectors gone, this is the perfect time to fight.

And the perfect time to die.

Now, Monsieur Mallah.

Oh, what is wrong with you, Caulder?

Lost your lust for battle?

This criminal coup de main ends now.

Batman!

It is too late for you, Caulder.

Your beloved Patrol is doomed.

That's not a threat we can take lightly, old friend.

The others have to be warned.

Yes, but we've got to find them first.

Oh, Osmund?

We're out of tortilla chips.

Be a darling and bring out some more, would you?

Fear the might of the Mutant Master.

Oh, it's just you three.

Don't you have anything better to do? Shoo!

Go away and rob a bank or something.

What? You dare to ignore the Mutant Master?

Absolutely.

Chief?

A little help would be appreciated, Elasti-Girl.

I'm retired.

After what happened in Paris, I'm done.

The Doom Patrol is being targeted.

- We need you. - Whatever.

Rita, you're a hero, not some over-fed, self-indulgent baby.

These people are in danger.

So pull yourself together.

It seems pointless for us to fight our destiny.

Welcome back, Rita.

It may be my destiny, Chief,

but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

Step right up, folks, and see that astonishing freak of nature

the one and only amazing Negative Man.

- You're a fraud. - Get off the stage.

- You stink. - That's right.

Go back where you came from.

Yeah. That's right, let him have it.

That's it. I've had it with this dump. With you and these brain-dead yahoos.

Get yourself another monkey. I'm out of here.

Don't leave just yet, Larry.

The show's just beginning.

What in the name of P.T. Barnum is that?

He's calls himself, uh...

Animal-Vegetable-Mineral Man.

I love it. Does he have an agent?

Without your energy body, you're nothing.

And for me they throw tomatoes.

Trainor, your teammates need you now, so lose the negative attitude.

- Yeah, I... - Someone's targeted the Doom Patrol

and they're using your deadliest foes as weapons.

This is no time for navel-gazing.

- But I'm... - Look around you, man.

How could a hero of your abilities be reduced to this?

Where's your self-respect?

Shut up, already!

For crying out loud.

After a few months in this dump, I'm way past ready to get out.

Good. I'm glad our little chat helped.

Come on, we have to find Robot Man.

Batman, the motive behind these attacks seems clear.

Someone wants the Doom Patrol reunited. But who?

Stupid hunk of junk.

You go all to pieces but I barely got a scratch.

Life just ain't fair.

Give me another one to test.

We're knocking off for lunch, Mr. Steele.

Lunch? Look, half-wit,

maybe you need to eat, but not me.