Batwoman

Previously on "Batwoman"...

Bruce never stopped looking for your sister's body.

Catherine Hamilton's investigators found

skull fragments of a little girl.

It's Beth.

You never would have moved on

if you didn't think that Beth were dead.

I paid the DNA analyst to write the report.

As hard as I have tried to get over you, I can't.

It's definitely not fair to Tyler.

Maybe it's best if I keep my distance from now on.

Daddy!

Catherine seems to think so.

We are to host

the most memorable mad tea-party

Gotham has ever seen.

Ha ha ha!

They say the choices we make define us,

but despite all the darkness, despite all those who doubt,

and despite my own fear that I've lost my sister forever,

I choose to hope that Beth is still there.

Don't tell anyone, Bruce, but I think this makes me an optimist.

- Give me your jacket! - Wait. What?

Unh! Give me your jacket.

This is vintage, bitch.

Hyah!

Okay. Take it, take it, take it, take it.

- Vintage. - Thanks.

Not exactly my style or size.

Ooh. Is that blood? You really shouldn't have.

Front right pocket. Rabbit dropped it in there

before he made a run for it.

Think we can use the phone's GPS to track Alice?

- I can try. - Cool.

I see you broke the staff in two.

Like I wouldn't notice?

Sorry. For the record, it'd be a whole lot cooler

if it actually came apart.

It doesn't, though, so...

Okay. Here is every location the phone's gone to the past 7 days.

Where's this?

Ah. Slice of Gotham. Worst breadsticks in the city,

but location two is a little more promising.

It's a warehouse in The Bowery.

Then that's where she is.

Don't wait up.

Ohh! Too sad, too loud, too mundane!

Whaa! Why do I have nothing to wear?

Ugh. If you're going to kidnap me again,

do wait until I can dolly up into something with, um,

a little more flair.

Did you hire The Rifle to kill me?

Says the walking, talking, living girl.

He shot someone that he believed to be Batwoman

with the coil accelerator,

a weapon designed for only one reason...

To kill me.

The guy who designed it was found

with a butterfly knife in his heart.

Yeah. Mm-hmm. Let me rephrase that.

So an evil man was trying to kill my twin sister,

and I ensured that that didn't happen.

What is this?

Uh, that is a multimillion-dollar piece of technology

that allows the coil accelerator to penetrate your suit.

That's the only one that exists on the planet.

Anyone who knew how to make it is,

well, um, exactly that, past tense,

so... you're welcome.

Turn yourself in, Alice.

Let me help you.

I know my sister is in there.

Oh, this again.

You kept this...

From the day of our bat mitzvahs.

Take it and be gone.

I am quite busy, and I have nothing to wear.

It's Kane. I'll be back in Gotham later tonight.

We'll go over the floor plan for the gala first thing tomorrow.

Talk then.

So the way I see it you can either spend

your Friday night in here inhaling asbestos,

or you could join me in wearing this season's

sexiest haute couture, hmm?

Seriously, Gigi and Bella could not even get their hands on this yet.

You want me to go to that thing tonight.

That thing is the Gotham Humanitarian Gala,

i.e. the most important event of the season.

Honoring your mom, who told my dad that Beth was dead.

Asbestos it is.

I get that we are bordering on too soon.

Hmm. Pretty sure we're right in the middle of it.

I know that this isn't important to you,

but it's important to me, okay,

so why can't it be important to you that it's important to me?

Because you think that if Gotham sees us as a family

that we'll start to believe it,

and that's just not how it works,

not after what Catherine did.

But you gave Alice a second chance

and a third and a fourth.

How can you just write off my mom as Satan

but you don't seem to have any problem

holding out hope for the actual most evil person in Gotham?

Because she's my family.

And I'm not? Got it.

I guess I am the crazy one, you know,

for thinking that you and I could still be sisters.

Of course you're my family.

It's just...

Different? Yeah. Do yourself a favor. Stop digging.

Listen. Even if I wanted to go,

I could never do that to my dad.

You don't know? He decided to come tonight...

For me.

Sorry for thinking that you would do the same.

You're going to the Humanitarian Gala?

Yeah. I meant to talk to you about that.

Unless Catherine somehow didn't fake Beth's death,

then I don't know what there is to talk about.

Hmm.

- Are you getting back with her? - Hmm.

When you've been with someone for a decade and a half,

you don't just walk away.

You're letting her weasel her way back into your life.

There's no weaseling, Kate.

We've been spending some time together.

When? You've been out of town.

Oh. You know, we had breakfast when I got back.

You're seriously forgiving her?

I'm not defending what Catherine did. She's not either,

but I'm beginning to understand why she did it

as a mother,

as a wife.

She thought she was helping us move on.

Wake up, father dear.

Hmm. Why, what a long sleep you've had.

I thought it was high time you and I

finally had a daddy-daughter chat.

- That's all I want. - Hmm.

Oh, come on. Not like this.

- Let me out of these chains. - Shh.

You're not the commander here...

Commander.

Kate will know I'm gone.

Will she? Hmm.

Because I saw her last night,

and there was nary a mention of you.

Guess she's 0 for 2 in missing family members.

What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?

There is no word to describe what it feels like

to know that I left you behind.

Then find the words to explain

why you never tested the skull fragments Catherine found.

I had no reason to think that she was lying.

But your daughter was missing,

and this was just a handful of bones

found by some woman you'd known for less than a year.

Maybe believing that you were dead

was easier than waking up every morning with hope

or going to sleep every night with a broken heart.

Of course, I should have looked longer.

I should have hoped harder, I should have... I should have

had the DNA tested myself.

I wish... I wish I could have been your father

for the past 15 years, but...

I failed.

I failed you.

Thank you for saying that.

And thank you

for making me who I am today.

What are you planning?

Tell me what to do to stop it.

Today is the day of my mad tea-party

to which you've been invited.

Hmm. I'm fairly certain you'll attend.

Catherine will be delighted,

but how can that be if you're stuck here

and still the guest of honor?

I guess you'll see as we drink tea

and someone ends up

a goner.

Catherine manipulated my dad 15 years ago,

and here she is just doing it again.

My dad is the head of The Crows.

I mean, how is he even falling for this?

Alice has been on a killing spree since you got back,

and this is what's got you drinking Bruce's good stuff?

Alice was brainwashed against her own will.

This is different. My dad is choosing.

He is choosing to forgive a woman who lied

about the death of his daughter.

Catherine paid a team of scientists

to change DNA results.

My dad once found a joint in my backpack

and grounded me for a whole summer.

It doesn't make sense. This is not him.

- This isn't him. - What am I missing?

If you're calling with a lecture, I don't have time.

The opposite actually.