The Batman

You're getting to be a real thorn in my side, Batman.

And you're no rose, Poison Ivy.

Why fight, Batman, when we can kiss and make up?

Aw.

Who'll save you now, Jimbo?

Yep, it's official.

I hate vegetables.

Batgirl.

For the last time, Ivy, it's woman, Batwoman.

And Commissioner Gordon won't be staying for dinner.

Devour her.

Whoa.

Okay, Batman, awaiting your expert guidance here.

Seriously, help?

Go ahead, Batman. Give your little lady friend a hand.

As you command.

Hey.

Guess you were serious about not wanting a sidekick.

Hey.

Whoa.

Um, hiya. You've probably been wondering what I'm doing here.

Fair enough.

Yesterday, I was just your average teen who was trying to find herself.

Today, I've got some majorly peeved petunias nipping at my cape.

But enough about my new wardrobe, let me take you back to the beginning.

Now, if you think this all started with a bad girl named Poison Ivy,

you'd be wrong.

The situation came down the night before at a plant.

Um, as in industrial, not vegetable.

And it started with a bad guy.

Target sighted.

Proceed with your mission, Temblor.

Hello? Is this thing on?

Ah... Yes, yes, the fine print. Payment in full and in advance.

Let's rumble.

Freeze.

Officers need back up. Repeat,

- back up. - It's on its way.

Hoo-yah!

Howdy, I'm Temblor.

Let's shake.

Temblor, I'm waiting. Have you completed your mission?

Set up a perimeter.

If Mr. Quake so much as breathes, I want someone to tell me what he had for lunch.

It's okay to show yourself, you're not on our most wanted list anymore.

Force of habit.

Third building Temblor has taken out this week,

- and we still can't nail a pattern. - I'll nail a motive: he's work for hire.

I managed to borrow this from Temblor.

Gordon.

Uh, not a good time. What is it, Barbara?

It's your lucky night, Pop. No need to pick me up from gymnastics.

You skipped practice. Again.

You sound stressed. I should let you go.

You're letting years of training down the drain.

I just hope you're not out with Pamela Isley again.

I don't give you a hard time about the company you keep.

- We'll talk when I get home. - You're with him right now, aren't you?

No. Yes-- We're discussing a case.

Roger that, commish, over and out.

My daughter. Teenagers, huh?

- Ready, Red? - Let's do it, Red.

This is a stickup.

Psyche.

Quite a mess, huh?

Well, not compared to the amount of pollution your company Chlorogene

dumps into our environment.

And don't even get me started on your whole

Chloro-Mulch-brand mutated super vegetables.

We'll save you.

Security.

Good job, Red.

Hey.

- You're a superstar, Red. - Years of training.

Beats hanging out at the mall, huh?

- Uh-oh. - Busted.

You two need a ride?

I'm concerned you're on your way to blowing your shot at the Olympics.

What could have been more important than practice tonight?

Red and I were just out trying to make the world a better place.

You know, for plants.

I'm all for green, Pamela. Really I am.

But I know from your juvenile hall record that your methods can be a little extreme.

Now, sorry to cut the evening short, but it's past my daughter's curfew.

Thanks for the ride, commish.

Barb, Pam's a bad seed.

You've traced the messages to their source already, Master Bruce?

Batwave's intercepting a live message, Alfred.

Temblor.

I have a new target for you.

I want you to destroy the corporate headquarters

of Chlorogene.

Your target is the corporate headquarters of Chlorogene.

Its destruction must be total.