Batwoman

Oh, you think you're good, huh?

Who's your daddy? Unh! That's right! Me!

Come on. Err! Come to Daddy.

Yes!

Ahh. Finally.

Hey. Is there any more wine?

How did you beat him already?

I learned the secret sucker punch combo.

The secret sucker punch combo's a thing.

Yeah, which you would know about

if you'd, like, ever beaten me, like, one time.

Okay. I'm sorry that I spent the best

video gaming years of my life locked in a basement cell.

That's one way to take someone's head off.

She's giving me pointers on how to be evil.

Nice building.

I thought you renovated the place.

I did... just badly apparently.

Is this really happening?

- What? - Us?

Bickering, drinking, playing video games.

Like actual sisters?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's happening.

Give me that. You suck.

I've had wine, so this will probably be overly sentimental, but...

Thank you for never giving up on me.

Hey. It's like I've always said.

You're worth it.

That's not a bad connection, is it?

No, it's not,

but it was nice while it lasted.

No.

Stop.

Let me stay here.

Let me stay here!

Here!

Let's try this again.

You live in a fantasy.

Fantasy is not reality.

This is your reality, Alice.

All right. Okay. You caught me.

Take the jewels. What do I care?

Consider this your warning.

Whatever. Fine. I'm warned.

You're free. Go.

Hyah!

Don't be dead, please.

Come on! Live!

Wake up! Come on! Please. Wake up!

Up here!

Batwoman, you got company.

Talk to me, Batwoman.

Your heart rate's off the charts.

Kate, answer me. Are you okay?

- Kate? - I'm fine.

_

Charlie 34, what's your 20?

Uhh.

What the hell?

Ohh! Oh, no! No, no, no.

_

Officer Wilcox,

you have a bomb strapped to your chest.

Don't worry. It's easy to disarm.

Simply push the yellow button,

which will trigger a second bomb I've planted

somewhere else in Gotham.

- What? - That's right.

You disarm your bomb to save yourself,

allowing countless others to die,

or you die and save all those people

you've never met, who will never know of your sacrifice.

So, my friend, are you a hero?

The choice should be easy, right?

A hero would do anything for his city.

Would you...

Now here's a blast from the past.

The Detonator is back after a 7-year hiatus,

and he's out to prove there are no heroes

left in Gotham.

Got to admit he made his point in dynamite

when a GCPD officer blew up a bank last night

to save his own tail without even letting

the timer drop into the single digits.

Yikes! Talk to me, Gotham. Are you a hero?

Again?

You're the second one this week. What happened?

I was helping a guy out of the bomb wreckage,

and the ceiling collapsed.

I'm gonna take a look at your ribs.

No. Don't cut it. No. Aw!

This thing took forever to make.

So insider tip. My scissors should not

be able to cut through your supersuit.

Why are you pretending to be Batwoman?

Because the real one is M.I.A.,

and the city still has PTSD from when Batman left.

I thought maybe if people saw me and believed

that she was still around that... hsssh!

- Mm-hmm. - I know. I'm an idiot.

Your heart is in the right place

your ribs, however, are not.

Hey. You know people in the underground.

Do you know where she is?

Trust me. I'm the last person Batwoman

would ever confide in.

I left you like this a week ago,

and now it smells like this.

So you just let yourself into my home now?

Yeah, and I could have been anyone.

Ugh. I remember this vile concoction.

I don't call it a chimney sweep for nothing.

Cheers.

You haven't returned my texts,

and while I'm decidedly not that girl,

do we need to talk about what happened the other night?

Let's not turn this into a thing.

But... ahem... thank you for...

Being there for you?

No complaints from me, luv.

Gotham, on the other hand,

feels right ghosted by their caped crusader.

What's going on?

Whenever I put that suit on, I...

I crossed a line when I killed Cartwright.

What if I screw up and kill someone else?

I see. You want to punish yourself.

Fine. You screwed up and took a man's life.

Bruce would be blustery with disappointment,

and now you need to get over it.

- That's your pep talk? - Yeah. I'm needed elsewhere,

and so are you.

Someone bombed Gotham International Bank last night,

killed a dozen people.

Vacation's over, Batwoman.

My whole life my father urged me

to hide my face,

to live in the shadows.

He claimed it was for my own good

to avoid ridicule, but it turns out

it was for his own good.

I hid for his comfort,

but the moment I realized I didn't care

if he was comfortable or not, I became myself.

I became free.

What are you doing?

I'm unburdening myself.

Unburdening yourself?

We are trapped in yet another cage

thanks to my traitorous sister.

It's not a cage. It's a sanctuary,

one where your family can't hurt you,

where Safiyah can't find you,

where we have each other.

- What else do you need? - Alice.

Would you like to share?

We haven't heard from you yet.

I'm gonna pass, yeah.

Oh, I've got something to share.

Oh, goody. It's Tommy Elliot.

Excuse me. Ah.

Bruce Wayne could speak over 40 languages.

That's 4... 4-0.

Mr. Elliot, this group started 15 minutes ago.

Okay. Well, so sue me.

Oh, that's right. You can't because

my, uh... my estate's been frozen.

Mr. Elliot, I am thrilled

that our therapy has converted

your disdain for Mr. Wayne

into a deeper appreciation,

but we do need to move on to other topics.

What's wrong, doc? It's, like, too crazy?

Because that one thinks she's a cat.

That one thinks she's a myna bird.

Magpie. The name is Magpie.

Steals people's faces.

I mean, this one drools so much

the orderlies have to follow him around with a mop,

and, you know, what about me?

What about me? I'm the guy that taught

Bruce Wayne everything he knows,

so where's my recognition, doc?

Get him out of here, please.

No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no!

No! Bruce is my best friend,

and when he hears about this,

he will end your career!

Enjoy the power trip while it lasts!

I can't live like this.

My client Reggie Harris was wrongly incarcerated

for years and then gunned down

the same day he was freed.

Why? What did he know?

I will not rest until his family sees justice.

Excuse me.

Bobby, Bobby, one more question.

Michael Fisher? Never heard of him.

Probably an alias,

but he killed Alia Nazari and Reggie Harris,