Batman Unlimited: Monster Mayhem

Come on.

Hold up, Grundy, I'm coming.

Zombie wrestler. Nice one.

Grundy love Halloween.

Keep it moving, freak show.

Oh, freak show, is it?

I said, get out of the street.

Heroes. Ha, ha. Figures.

Well, I hate your costumes.

And so does my friend.

Lady, I don't care about you or your...

- Faster. Go faster. - Coming up.

Policemen.

I got this. Take the wheel.

Why you stop?

I have to breathe at some point.

Pull over. Pull over and give yourself up.

Yes!

Keep them on the wheel, Grundy.

- I'm glad you're here. - People usually are.

- Green Arrow? - Nice to see you again too, kid.

What are you doing here?

Police subnet said there was an escape at Arkham.

I was in the neighborhood anyway.

- Really? - Not even close.

But I didn't wanna miss the fun.

Wait for it.

Jump!

Okay. Now we got a ballgame.

I think I got them that time.

Bigger problem.

Object in mirror may be closer than they appear.

Batman.

Positive ID. It's Solomon Grundy and Silver Banshee.

Let's see if they want a trick or a treat.

Almost there.

Step on it, won't you?

Trick or treat, snowflake.

Now what?

No. Get away from me. Get away.

Boo.

What were you doing?

Don't be mad, Scarecrow.

Oh, it was just a joyride.

Was the plan was too complicated for your pea-brains?

No, Dr. Crane.

Brains not peas.

You recall I told you to head directly to the meeting place after your escape...

no antics, no tomfoolery, no shenanigans?

We remember.

This, my associates, is the very definition of "shenanigans."

Slide over. I'll drive.

Arrow, can you hear me?

Ugh. Oh, it's you.

Hey, Bats.

Thought you might need some help.

You all right?

Yeah, just stiff.

It's like waking up from a nightmare.

Endoscopic traces of tetracycline and aerosol still in the air.

That's residue from the Scarecrow's fear gas.

Scarecrow, Silver Banshee and Grundy all working together the same night?

Happy Halloween.

Gotham City welcomes the cybernetic superhero Cyborg.

Cyborg is the guest of honor...

for Gotham Museum's unveiling of their new Inca exhibit.

This is car Four-Oh-Niner with our second sweep of Sector 12.

Cyborg's systems were instrumental...

in the location and excavation of this historic find.

Any sign of the escaped inmates?

Negative, Dispatch. Nothing yet.

Roger that, 409. Keep your eyes peeled.

No, no, no. We need to smooth the throwing animation.

Okay, Gogo, I'm going home.

No worries, Ana. I'm gonna debug for a little bit. See you tomorrow.

- And I'm still getting that response flutter. - Note recorded, sir.

And stop calling me "sir."

What did you forget?

Ana? Are you okay?

Ana, what are you doing?

Huh?

That should hold her.

- Nothing since they disappeared last night? - Not a thing.

No mention of them on the subnets, the dark web or social media, sir.

Keep at it. They didn't just disappear. Let me know the minute you find something.

Of course. And shall I press your tuxedo for the museum gala tomorrow?

I have to go. I'm getting another call.

Don't wait up.

What is it you want?

You, Gogo Shoto.

You are coming with me.

No. Please.

Let him go.

Clayface.

What was that?

Thank you, Batman. Thank you.

Quick selfie?

Whew. They tightened those sensors something fierce.

Feels good, though.

How are those upgrades interfacing, son?

Not bad, Pop. I'm incorporating them now. Let's see what we've got.

Three-hundred-and-sixty-degree tracking and axis management...

allowing for unilateral targeting.

Plus, they'll interface nicely with the propulsion upgrades.

Propulsion? I can fly?

No way.

This is amazing. Yeah.

Let's try it with the targets.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Dr. Stone? I'm Police Commissioner Gordon.

I just need a moment.

Of course, commissioner.

This is about the break-in last night, correct? I'll help however I can.

Sorry, Dr. Stone, it's not your help we need.

Gyros aren't used to compensating for my weight in flight...

but we can recalibrate them later tonight. Right, Pop?

Vic, this is Police Commissioner Gordon.

He needs your help.

What can I do for you, commissioner?

I'm uploading some security footage to your subnet now.

I've got it. Let's see.

It's completely ruined.

We don't even know what they stole.

According to the inventory, everything is still there.

Okay. Looks like something overwhelmed the feed and blew it out.

Let me grab the earlier footage so I can extrapolate some of the spatial telemetry.

Infrared tripwires, laser cage, sonic alarms.

Someone wanted this place secured.

Do you know which lab got hit?

It's an artificial intelligence research lab...

- ...belonging to a Dr. Ivo. - Ivo?

I heard he recently made huge strides in the self-contained sequencing code.

In English, if you don't mind, doc.

He created a fully functioning, self-governing artificial intelligence.

And that would be valuable?

An ultra-intelligent computer that could think and act for itself?

I'd say so.

I've managed to clean up a couple of microseconds.

Let's take a look at our culprits.

Scarecrow and Silver Banshee.

That fits. Scarecrow sprung her and Grundy out of Arkham last night.

Why would a couple of fright freaks spend Halloween stealing an AI?

Scarecrow and Banshee?

I'm uploading the footage to your subnet now.

I see it.

Why Ivo's AI?

Pop and I were asking the same question. Identity theft maybe?

Digital robbery? Government hacking?

Not their MO. It must be for someone else.

- Keep your eyes peeled, Cyborg. - Roger that, Batman. Cyborg out.

I'm starving already. We should order dinner.

- You want Chinese? - No, we had Chinese last night.

- Mexican? - We had that the night before last.

Hey, you know what I'm in the mood for?

Pizza time.

- Did you already order? - No, did you?

Piping hot pizza.

Wait a second, aren't you...?

Heh. Grundy good actor.

Pizza man. Who want pizza?

Get him in your sights. Load them up.

What wrong?

I'm just pizza man.

Fire!

You no like pizza?

Batman, I have a robbery in progress at the atomic power plant.

And guess who.

I'm on my way.

What took you so long?

I was starting to get antsy.

They see through Grundy disguise.

Aw. Have an ice cream. You'll feel better.

Pretty re-volt-ing, eh, Grundy?

Hey, I'll do the jokes around here, Birdboy.

Now go perch somewhere else.

Joker? Uh-oh.

Take care of him, Grundy.

Me call you Night-wishbone.

Pull you apart.

Me win.

A robot wolf?

Oh, Bats, sometimes I think you're as crazy as I am.

All right, let's get down.

- Had enough? - You funny.

Stop this now, Joker.

I can't hear you.

I'm going over the falls.

You can't outrun me.

Outrun you?

Where's the sport in that?

I'm waiting for him. Heh.

Oh, Grundy, I could kiss you, you big galoot.

In fact, I will.

Ha, ha.

Let's motor. Lots to do.

- Huh? - Wakey-wakey, Gogo Shoto.

What's the angle? This fella's supposed to be that smart?

Apparently he's quite the hotshot in his field.

Looks like a heaping helping of hot nothing to me.

Now me hungry.