Batwoman

He'll want to get this into play quickly.

And he does, then moves it quickly up the field.

They're gonna need to play a far more attacking game...

Mr. Capalaci.

You order something, sweetie?

Champagne, sir.

We didn't order champagne.

No. Your wife back home did.

Ohh!

She sends her love.

- Raah! - Olé!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

You know, if he really cared,

he'd have sprung for the soaking tub for two.

No!

Now Mrs. Capalaci, now there's a woman

who spares no expense.

I am not cheap,

and there are plenty of reasonably priced hitpersons available

to handle a perfidious husband

and his sudsy paramour.

This is a Brute Millesime.

Now I could have just as easily picked up a bottle

of the cheap stuff, but Mrs. Capalaci

insisted on the finer vintage

because she wanted you to know

that she was willing to spend more on you

than her husband was.

No, no. Aa...

Uh-oh.

Are you kidding me?

Ha ha ha!

Well, look at who's getting close to retirement.

Victor Zsasz at your service.

- I'm looking for Snakebite. - Get lost.

Seen too much of you lately.

Tweakers bring heat.

There's nothing like this out there.

Go easy.

Ooh! Unh! Seriously?

That would have been a 10 if you stuck the landing.

I would have stuck the landing if the boots actually fit.

Huh!

You know we don't have an inexhaustible supply of those, right?

About a grand apiece.

We're at about 4 grand now?

- Ugh! - Ha ha!

Worth it!

Ugh!

The suit's bulletproof, dumbass.

Who are you?

Batwoman.

Nah. You ain't Batwoman.

Is that so?

Luke, I need a good comeback.

Luke?

Uh, sorry. Nothing's coming.

Does this... clear... things... up?

Are... are you beeping?

Yeah. What is that? Is that an alarm?

Tag in the GCPD. I got to go.

Unh!

You got somewhere else you need to be?

- Not late. - Nope.

You had a comfortable 12-second cushion

before I would have had to revoke your parole

for missing your appointment.

I assume this means you have a day job now.

Good morning, Gotham.

I'm looking at a very distant, very fuzzy photo

from the other night's Batwoman rally,

and dumb question.

Did we get a new Batwoman?

Dumber question. Is she black?

Don't get me wrong. I'm all about the representation

in G-town, but did I miss something?

So it looks like you're due for a CT scan,

see how the cancer is taking to the chemo.

Any new pain?

Not too much, no.

I'm actually feeling pretty energetic.

- That's great. - Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Your phone is about to ring,

and the answer is yes.

Roxanne, will you excuse me?

Hey, Amy. Can you help Roxanne to the lab?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

Thank you.

Come. What are you doing here?

- I'm in the middle of a consul... - I'm so sorry. I just...

Mary Hamilton.

Yes, I am the current owner of the hold-up.

Ryan Wilder's parole officer. Okay. Hi.

Did I just hire Ryan for a bartending position?

Yes. Yes. I was very impressed

by her... fruit slicing abilities.

Yeah. Okay. Talk to you soon.

Since when can parolees work at a bar?

She is making an exception

because I can't get a job.

Well, this is perfect

because working at the hold-up will detract people

from thinking you're you know who,

and it'll explain why we'll be hanging out together all the time.

- All the time? - Mm-hmm.

Luke said I'm only keeping the suit warm

till Kate gets back.

You make it seem like she's not.

Which one is it?

I have to get back to my patients.

I'll call the bar manager and let her know

you're coming in for training.

The False Face Society is peddling a new injectable,

Snakebite.

It's an addictive psychedelic

made from mushrooms and Scarecrow's fear toxin.

Figure out the False Face chain of command.

I am not letting this get a foothold in my city.

Thanks. Got it. Sir, from the crash investigators.

Kate's cell phone.

What is it, sir?

Uh, I need a password for this thing. Agent Moore might know.

Have you seen her?

You missed a gorgeous sunrise.

Where are we?

Well, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be,

although I'm a little surprised they got you a companion ticket.

I guess they needed someone to report back I was dead.

You planned on being kidnapped?

I needed a grand gesture

to get an audience with the Queen,

and what do you get the girl who has everything?

Answer... you get her so pissed off

that she sends her most skilled killer to fetch you.

Sorry. Who did you piss off?

They're awake, my queen.

Good. Keep an eye on the new girl.

Bring me Alice.

Safiyah? How do you know her?

How do you know her?

She's been surveilling Julia and me for months.

Hmm. She always did like to watch.

And why are you here?

To do us both a favor.

You know, it's been a while since I killed a queen.

For the record, when you fail

and I end up dead alongside you,

it's no longer considered a favor.

I poisoned my one true friend Mouse

so I could enact the perfect revenge on my family,

and Safiyah ruined everything!

If I die today,

so be it.

Take her to the Queen.

Look.

Whatever drama Alice has with you people, I'm not part of it.

I don't need to be here.

No one cares what you need.

_

Great tie. Italian silk?

- Yeah. - It goes well with that badge.

Dude, get your hands off me. Hey. What?

It really does bring out the color in your eyes.

Who are you?

Oh. I'm that guy,

but that happy, little tune

has really accelerated my timetable,

so I need to be on my way.

Just need a few ones and zeroes off your PC.

You have a gun in your lab.

What kind of a scientist are you?

Your safety's on.

- Oh! - Oh. I'm wrong.

It works just fine.

Two shocking deaths

at a Hamilton Dynamics research facility

early this morning have the company on high alert.

A spokesperson for Hamilton assures the public

that no firearms were compromised.

Here's the security footage from the lab.

Guy just waltzed in there in broad daylight.

Any idea what he took from the computer?

Hamilton's keeping quiet about it.

Aren't you literally Mary Hamilton?

I sold my share of the company when my mom died,

and I'm not exactly close with the board of stuffy suits.

Wait. You're a multibillionaire?

Why am I only making 12.50 an hour at the Hold-Up?

I... well... okay.

Uh, we can talk about it...

When did you start working at the Hold-Up?

When my P.O. wouldn't get off of my ass

about punching a clock.

We need a manager,

and she needs a civilian cover.

Got him.

What's with the mark on his forehead?

Running facial rec. right now.

Don't bother. It's Victor Zsasz.

He's a hitman. He logs his kills with hash marks.