Justice League: Doom

This is Batman. I've found them.

Tell Cyborg he was right about how they've been breaking into these places.

Copy that.

Hold your position. Help is on the wa...

That's what I call a safecracker.

How many times do I have to tell you?

We don't want industrial diamonds.

But, boss... - Listen to the King, Ten.

Quality over quantity.

Jack, we're on a timetable.

What are you doing out there?

Keeping watch.

Peekaboo, I see you.

Pick a card, any card.

Cute. I can do this all day.

Can you?

Forget it, Jack. Everybody, take what you can and get out.

Right. Soon as I kill Batman.

No way Batman came here alone.

What, I'm supposed to be worried about Robin?

Huh?

You might wanna give up now.

Crap. It's the Justice League.

That's three you owe me.

- We keeping score? - Not literally.

Because if we are, it's 8 to 7, my favor.

- Batman, are you okay? - I'll live.

So will Ace, apparently.

He's still a little embarrassed from last time.

He sucker punched me.

I've got Queen.

That leaves Jack. Haven't seen him since he sicced Ace on me.

Couldn't have gone far. You search the vaults. I'll take the rest of the building.

Don't bother. I just looked.

- Everywhere? - The whole complex...

except for the last vault room. Shall we?

- After you. - Heh, like you've got a choice.

- Found him. - You fast enough to go in...

and knock him out before he glances in your direction?

We could wait until his eye laser runs out of power.

Flank him. I'll make sure he stays inside until you get there.

That will work too.

All right, now come the warning shots.

Give up? Please say no.

You'll never catch me, Lantern.

Lots of women say that.

Bang.

Say good night, Ace.

Surrender peacefully. You will not be harmed.

Really don't think so, martian.

Come on in. I'll kill you where you stand.

Trying to make me look away?

It's not gonna work.

I'm pretty sure it is, Jack.

J'onn!

I am unharmed.

Intangibility. Works every time.

- What? King escaped me.

He was headed in that direction.

Don't think so, Your Highness.

Handheld plasma generator. Nice work.

Hey, guys. You missed one, but I got him for you.

What were you doing here? I thought you were helping.

I am helping.

Batman thought your robbery spree was being done with extra-dimensional tech.

You were right by the way.

I asked him to consult because his father did work in the field.

Since Dad passed, I'm the world's ranking expert...

in multi-dimensional interface.

The Royal Flush Gang knows more about this tech than you?

Somebody does, but not these mooks.

Flying playing cards is one thing, but this?

Agreed, this isn't even their standard MO. Anything on the hard drive?

A lot. I'm still sorting it all out.

Wake up, King.

Got some questions for you.

- I want a lawyer. - You're getting ahead of yourself.

First, you want a doctor, then you want a lawyer.

Diana, would you be so kind?

You sure know how to take the fun out of an interrogation.

Who gave you the technology that allows you to walk through walls?

I do not know.

The lasso compels you to tell the truth.

I do not know.

- I know you don't like to do it, J'onn... - Not unnecessarily.

I've read the minds of his entire group.

None of them knows the origin of the device.

Then we haven't found the end of the thread.

We've found all we're going to tonight.

I'll take these guys to booking. The rest of you can sleep on what we've learned.

- I don't need to sleep, I need to follow up... - Your injuries are severe.

If you wish, a session with my healing ray could save you days of recovery time.

I'm fine, Diana.

Well, I'm tired.

Unless something comes up, we'll reconvene at the meeting on Thursday.

I think we could search the hard drive on the device for...

I've got 16 petabytes of data to sort through.

I'll call you as soon as I've got something. Honest.

Authorized vehicle operator recognized.

Security systems disarmed.

Late night playing cards, Master Bruce?

Something like that. How did you know?

I believe tradition calls for hiding these up one's sleeves.

Was that sarcasm, Alfred?

Mild teasing, at best.

I'm being uncharacteristically gentle with you...

mainly because you're bleeding all over my nice clean floor.

Not going to let me go to work.

That is correct, Master Bruce.

- Not until you've had medical attention... - Fine.

Food, and a minimum of eight hours bed rest.

Let's just get this over with.

I made chicken soup. You can eat while you brood...

and I'll put in your stitches myself. It will be delightful, I'm sure.

All right.

By the way, the part about the stitches? That would be sarcasm.

This is Mirror Master. I'm in.

Then get to work.

This is the most vulnerable moment of the entire plan.

You sure this thing will work?

For the amount of money I paid LexCorp, it had better.

I couldn't see anything while I was in the mirror.

Maybe I should snoop around and see if I can find out who he really is.

The information I sent you to steal is far more valuable...

than Batman's secret identity.

Besides, I already know it.

- You know who Batma...? Download complete.

It's not broken.

You've arrived.

Star Sapphire.

If this is an elaborate ambush, you won't fare any better than the alligator.

I suspect we'd do a bit better.

It's Bane, isn't it'?

I'm Metallo. Big fan of your work.

The scary guy's Ma'alefa'ak...

and the lady with the claws is Cheetah.

- What's that supposed to be? An invitation.

Welcome to the Hall of Doom.

I'm Vandal Savage.

I'm pleased to see you all here.

For $10 million, I'm inclined to accept any invitation.

Makes me wonder, though.

What if we'd just kept the money and not shown up?

You'd live the rest of your very short lives...

in fear of the moment when I would inevitably find you.

Tough talk.

None of us are that easy to kill.

Everybody dies, child.

That's not what I've heard about you.

You five and Mirror Master are here because you each have...

a personal vendetta against a member of the Justice League.

You wish to see them dead.

While I have no personal enmity towards them...

I have a vision for this world, and they would stand in my way.

Their deaths would serve my goals.

In short, we need each other.

I don't speak for the others, but I'm perfectly capable...

of killing Wonder Woman by myself.

History says otherwise.

You've all tried and failed to kill members of the league on multiple occasions.

Savage has foolproof plans for how we can destroy them.

And I will pay you $100 million, plus expenses...

for each Justice Leaguer you take off the table.

Wait a minute. You just committed over a half a billion dollars...

just to get the JLA out of the way of another plan?

As Ma'alefa'ak implied earlier, I'm very old.

Fifty thousand years has been sufficient time to amass a fortune...

that dwarfs any other in human history.

Even so, to spend that much money just to clear the decks...

the payoff must be huge.

Inconceivably so.

Any who would like to continue working with me are welcome to share in the riches.

After you've destroyed the Justice League.

I don't see any of us looking for the exit.

Then it's settled.

Welcome to the Legion of Doom.

Master Bruce.

What is it, Alfred?

I have some unpleasant news.

No.

How could this have happened?

Where are my parents' caskets?

I don't know, sir.