Devils Eyes

Legend tells of a caped crusader Batman, guardian of New Gotham and his one true love Catwoman, the queen of the criminal underworld. Their passion left behind something extraordinary: A daughter, Huntress. Half-metahuman, she has taken up her father's mantle and fights to protect the innocent and helpless. Joining her in this struggle, Oracle once Batman's protÃ©gÃ©e, Batgirl. She was caught in the crossfire of the war between Batman and Joker. Now she fights crime a different way: A master of the cyberrealms and trainer to heroes. Together they have taken in Dinah. A metahuman herself with powers that she is only beginning to explore. These three are the protectors of New Gotham the Birds of Prey. My name is Alfred Pennyworth and this is their story. I feel good, great actually. Better than I have in a long time. To what do we attribute this sudden cheerful outlook? I don't know. Things have just been working out. That guy I was telling you about, the police officer? I decided to talk to him. Trust him. Tell him things about who I really am. Like, what kinds of things? It's hard to explain. Helena, if you're serious about therapy, about dealing with unresolved issues you are going to have to share your life with me, all of it. It's not like I don't wanna share, it's just I'm grateful for everything we've done, Dr. Quinzel. The thing is I just feel like we've gone as far as we can. I wanna end therapy. Helena, we're still discovering who you are. - I'm sorry. I gotta go. - We still have 15 minutes. Thank you for everything. Come and see me one more time. We can tie up loose ends. I'll try. Dr. Quinzel. At last. Hey. What are you doing? That's poison. It will kill you. I doubt that. I don't understand. Me either. But you're crazy. Ugh. What's happening to me? It's not exactly what I expected but it will do nicely. Are you sure there's somebody in here? Oracle's confirming it now. Transmitting data. - You getting any of this? - Copy, Huntress. Do we have any idea who could have done this? Well, there was a criminal mastermind years ago that had a weird reaction to the same compound that was stolen last night. They called him Clayface. Clayface? - You asked. - Ha, ha. Do we have any idea if this, uh, Clayface guy is still around? He's been locked up in Arkham Asylum for years. Besides, it couldn't have been him. He didn't have the power to turn people into blobs of clay. - Well, what was his power then? - He could change his appearance at will. Really? Ha, ha. A regular old shape-shifter, huh? Oh, you've got the lingo down. - I'm impressed. That's the input IÃ¼ need. Standby for analysis. Okay, so, what do we do? We just, what? We wait? Yeah, unless you got a better idea to pass the time. Sorry to interrupt. Get that clay man back to the Clocktower right away. Why? What's going on? He's got a pulse. He's alive. How could he possibly be alive? So far his vital signs are stable. The process looks reversible. We don't have much time. - We need to develop an antidote. - Okay. So where do we start? Find out who knows about that compound. I'm running a search on Clayface's former associates. So I guess you're canceling your vacation. - What vacation? - With Wade. To Bahamas. You were just gonna disappear without telling me? No, I just figured something would come up and I'd have to Sacrifice any potential happiness in your life. - We don't have time to discuss this, okay? - All right. Hang on, I've got a hit on former Clayface associates. If I exclude those who have died or in jail, I'm left with one name, Dr. Will Kroner. Oh. Turns out he's the chemist who invented the toxic compound. All right, I'm on it. But when I get back, we're gonna finish this Wade conversation. You didn't say it was a secret. Unh! What's going on? Who are you? Tell me about the robbery at New Gothic Chemicals. - I don't know what you're talking about. - The compound you developed was stolen. There's a security guard that's turned into some clay thing. That can't be. The compound was destroyed. And even if someone did get ahold of it, it was never intended to have that effect. Unless it was ingested by someone else. So you do know something. Look, I worked for a guy, Clayface, years ago. - But that's all behind me now. I swear. - Okay. So let's say for a moment I believed you. Who could be doing this? Look, my chemical compound was designed to have a unique reaction to Clayface's DNA. If anyone else drank it, it would kill them. That is all I know. That's it. Okay. There's a detective at New Gotham P. D. His name's Reese. If your memory returns, give him a call. Okay? Okay. Okay. - Okay. - Okay. - Good evening, Miss Barbara. - Alfred. I was sorting the mail at the manor and came across something that might be of interest to you. An invitation to the annual New Gotham fashion show benefit. - Perhaps you and Master Wade - Alfred, I don't have time for this. No. Of course not. I understand you don't have time for the Bahamas either. Master Wade left several messages. He seemed very disappointed that you cancelled your holiday. - Perhaps you could make it up to him. - Alfred, this is really not a good time. In all my years serving Master Bruce do you know what he told me was his biggest regret? That he never found someone with whom he could share his life. It was just a thought. - Hey. - How did everything go with Kroner? No luck. He went straight after Clayface went down. He did say the compound would kill anyone but Clayface. Something to do with a reaction to his unique DNA. Hmm. Interesting. I'm gonna pay him a visit. Helena, I don't think that's such a good idea. Why? Reese can get me into Arkham. Helena Kyle. How did you know? The grace with which you move. Your eyes, your mouth. Damn, you are your mother's child. I had a thing for her. She was very beautiful. Sexy. Someone stole your chemical. He's using it to turn people into clay. And this is a problem for me? There's a man who's dying. I need to know how to reverse the effects before it's too late. Now that sounds like a noble endeavor but what's in it for me? - What do you want? - Pose for me. - Let me sculpt you. - Forget it. Child, now, since I was defeated, ruined, and ridiculed in front of New Gotham's pompous glitterati I have had absolutely nothing to look at but these plain gray walls. I need inspiration. I work in clay, but my real raw material is human emotion. Let me see your anguish, Helena, your pain. Why don't you just tell me about the night that your mother was killed? No thanks. All right, then this man dies. That's not very heroic of you, Huntress, is it? But then maybe you're lacking that strong moral core that plagued your father. Are you? Okay, what do you wanna know? Everything. It happened so fast. I don't really remember. All right, well, then I'm sure there was blood. There must have been more blood than you had ever seen before. How did that make you feel? Cold. Empty. - I don't know. - No, no, no. Alone? Scared? Terrified? Because you'd lost the one person that meant more to you than anybody else in this whole world. It's your turn. All right. You played nice. Go tell Oracle to use calcium sulfate. You know who it is. Tell me. Oh, now don't get greedy, Helena. We're just starting to have some fun. Go ahead now. We'll let you hurry. He may not be dead yet. Be right there. Where's my money? I gave you the key. You got the stuff. Now I get paid. What's the rush? I intend to be the most feared criminal New Gotham has ever seen. If you wait, there might be a much bigger payday. I'll take my money now. That's the problem with guys like you. Once you make up your mind you're set in stone. How's he doing? Not well. I figured out Kroner's chemical compound creates a reaction with the epidermis. Once whoever ingested the formula makes skin-to-skin contact with its victim they turn to clay. Hopefully, this will help. So how did everything go with Clayface? You know, he kept bringing up my mother. Really? Huh. All set. It's working. We should get him to a hospital. Anything I can do to assist? Mm. Thanks, Alfred, but Helena already took the guard to the hospital. He's gonna be okay. And what about you, Miss Barbara? If you're talking about me and Wade, it'll be fine. I'll get over it. Perhaps a sincerely-worded note of apology might I got it. Kroner told Helena that Clayface's reaction to the chemical was unique to Clayface's DNA. Now someone else has taken the compound. They didn't have the same reaction but a similar one. Similar reaction, similar DNA. It's someone close to Clayface. - Like family? - Exactly. So I did some checking. Um, hospital records. Court papers. Guess what. Clayface has a son. Chris Cassius. Reese. Huntress, we've got another one. Wow. That was quite an entrance. - Who's this? - I have no idea. But it's pretty obvious he's been moved. - Okay, what the hell is that? - Calcium something. Whatever it is, it works. First clay man is already recovering. All right, well, go ahead and, uh, give it a shot. What the hell? Okay, now that's impressive. Doctor Kroner, Chris Cassius. You know my father. Your chemical compound has proven to be a grave disappointment. We need to talk. You have a son named Chris. I now know that Oracle has done her research. - Tell me where I can find him. - I think not, Helena. Besides, you wouldn't be able to stop him. He's become much too powerful now. Hmm. That's too bad. I was gonna suggest a trade. You know, information for some inspiration? Inspiration. Now you're talking. Tell me about Chris. Why is he doing this? Well I wasn't exactly the model father, so to speak. So it would be my guess that he's trying to show up dear old Dad by accomplishing something that even I wasn't able to do. Like what? - It's your turn. - Come on. Just tell me. Helena, I laid down some ground rules here now. Now, you don't play by my rules, we ain't gonna play none at all. Okay, what do you want? I want more emotion. Now, why don't you just relive with me that night Mommy got killed. Now, as I recall, we were standing out in front of this big department store. What do you mean we? You have to. You have to, you have to hear me. Mom. Stop him. Somebody stop him. Somebody stop him. Mom! I remember that face. - It was you. - I used a seven-inch switchblade and it tore through her flesh surprisingly well. I can still see that vacant look in her eye staring through the face of death. That's why they couldn't find the killer. It was you. But the one regret that I have is that I did not linger at that scene long enough to watch your pain and your suffering. - You bastard. Bastard! - Yes. Yes. Yes. That is right. - I'll kill you. - Hit that glass. Come on, baby. Come on. Hit the glass. Hit that. Helena, hit the glass. Helena, no, don't stop. Hit the glass. Come on. You're enjoying this. Ha, ha. Oh, don't stop now. Come on, baby, we're just getting started. No, no, no. Hello, Detective Reese. He murdered her. I gotta do something. What are you gonna do? I don't know. Tear him apart? He's in Arkham for the rest of his life, where he belongs. I shouldn't have let you go. You knew, didn't you? Helena That's why you didn't want me to talk to Clayface. - You didn't want me to find out the truth. - No. I didn't know for sure. How could you keep this from me? Because when the rumors first circulated, you were too young. And then after Clayface was in Arkham. I didn't see the point. The point? The point is knowing who killed my mother. Why? So you could exact revenge? It's not what we do, Helena. Yeah. You keep saying that. Like you somehow know exactly what's inside of me. You don't, Barbara. You have no idea who I am. Here's the new formula. - And I'll be going now. - Not so fast. I need to make sure it works. - Well? - Ahh. - How do you feel? - Powerful. Ha. Great. Now I just need to test it. Any volunteers? - Please. I did everything that you asked. - And I'm grateful. You're just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Huntress? Are you there? Okay, fine. Just listen. Kroner called Reese. We have an address for Chris Cassius. Good. I need somebody to hit. Okay, just Just be careful. I'll be fine. All it takes skin-to-skin contact for Look, if something happens you've got the antidote. I'm out. - What the hell? - It's over, Junior. I've got the antidote to your touch. It turns out you're not as powerful as you thought. You were saying? Oracle. - What's happening? - Something's different. - His newest clay thing just exploded. - Huntress, get out of there. It's nothing I can't handle. My father was right. You are beautiful. I bet under all that makeup, you're just a shard off the old pot. Clay humor. Ha, ha. How original. It's a pity about my dad killing your mom. It's a pity that you're gonna be the one that pays for it. Come now, Huntress. You're no match for me. We both live in the shadow of our fathers. Yours was the goody two-shoes vigilante Batman while I, on the other hand, come from purely homicidal stock. Maybe I'm not Daddy's little girl. Helena, don't do this. Get out. LÃ¼f he touches your skin, you're dead. - All I need is one clear shot. - No. It's too dangerous. Get out. Now. Should have killed his kid when I had the chance. - We're not in this for revenge, Helena. - Fine. Call it justice. I could have stopped him. Gotten payback for my mother. It was foolish to confront Chris without protection. - You could've been killed. What do we do now? We find him and go after him prepared. Chris said something about us living in the shadows of our fathers. Maybe he wants to outdo Clayface in a public way. Wait a second. Years ago, Clayface hatched a plan to take down New Gotham's power elite. Right. He mentioned that. I think it was some kind of, um, fundraising event. The annual New Gotham charities fashion show. It's tonight. Alfred? Miss Barbara? - That invitation, what did you do with it? I thought you might change your mind. It's at 9:00, and we still need a way to neutralize it. Let's get busy. Miss Barbara, we need to talk. It's about you and Master Wade. - Alfred, I told you - I know what you said but I also know that you care for him. Perhaps you even love him. That's why I've decided to take matters into my own hands. Meaning what, exactly? - Alfred - I know. It's not a good time. But then again, when is? You're a crime fighter. And headquarters is behind the clock in the New Gotham Clocktower. That's why you had to cancel our vacation? It's like I don't even know you. Look, Wade, we should really talk about this but unfortunately there's this guy out there that's turning people into clay and I really need to get - Clay? Clay? Is that some kind of joke? No. Actually, it's the byproduct of a toxic compound combined with a specific DNA. Who are you? Look Look, this is way too much for me to absorb. I just need some time to think. - Wade? - I'Il I'll see you around. Was that Wade in here? I don't wanna talk about it. No. This is major. We have to talk about it. Look, forget about Wade. We have a job to do. Okay, what about the cameras? Done. I'll be directing things from here. You're gonna be going undercover. - What's with these? Oh. Throw these at Chris. They'll release an inhalable latex. When he breathes it in, it will block his power. - So we can stop him. - Exactly. That's not all I'll do to him. Helena, we've been through this. We don't kill. End of story. Whatever you say, Barbara. This next number we just call "Cappuccino. " The embroidered jacket from the Philippines with the high shoulders, tight skirt Oracle, no sign of him yet. Semi-precious stones There's a man, dark hair, near the woman in the blue dress. Get a good look. Fire-engine red velvet. You'll definitely have the bulls charging at you No, not him. All right, stay focused, Dinah. Chris is there, somewhere. And for the busy How's Helena doing? I haven't seen her yet. Ha, ha. But I can't wait. LÃ¼s everything okay? Hey, the next time you say undercover, remind me not to hear you. And how am I supposed to kick ass in front of New Gotham's elite? You'll figure something out. - You see anything unusual backstage? - Aside from my outfit? No. Nothing. All right. What? We're on. Right. Right. You'll be, oh, so lady of the night in this throwback to a bygone era. Our model looks so tantalizing, IÃ¼'d say she shouldn't be out after dark. Black chiffon is absolutely transformative turning a once-demure model into a full-fledged goddess. Next is a look that will surely leave them gawking in the aisles. LÃ¼t's fresh and new, a twist on Looking good, Huntress. Yeah, well at least I haven't tripped yet. Down Wow. - I thought you were checking the perimeter. - Oh, I was. I wanted to check in with you. - You okay? - Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm fine. It's just, uh you look nice. - Yeah, thanks. - Ha, ha. Well, listen, um what do you say once all this is over we go and have that first date we were talking about. When I do what I need to do, I don't think you're gonna want that first date. - Why is that? Dinah's finished up front. Meet her backstage. I gotta run. Wade, what are you doing? Well, a peace offering. Look, about what I said, I gave it some thought and Could you at least look at me when I'm talking to you? Wade, I'm sorry. I'm working. I'm just trying to talk to you. Why does that have to be so hard? Midnight blue. Faux fur around the bottom. Next up a matinee fashion with the drop waistline Excuse me. W-What's going on? Ladies and gentlemen. I direct your attention to the entrances, now well-guarded. There is no escape. I have a list of demands. First, I want a television crew. I want my father, Clayface currently residing in Arkham Asylum to see how I will accomplish what he could never do. The greatest artistic achievement in New Gotham history. No need for that, son. I'm already here. Dad? What a surprise. I thought Oh, cut the crap, sonny boy. You thought that I was safely locked away, out of touch and past my prime. Our relationship is the most important thing in my life and Uh, Barbara. - It's Clayface. - Where? On-stage. They've got the room held hostage. - Yeah, not for long. - We need a plan. The plan is to kill him. How's that? Okay. We need a plan. - Dad, this is all about you. No. This is all about you, trying to prove that you're better than your old man. Well, Dad, you are outdated. I'm younger and I've got the power. Nobody upstages me, not even you. So about this plan. Oh. Do you believe her? Stubborn, pig-headed, never listens to a word you say until she's the one in trouble, and then, bam. Pig-headed? Oracle, we're here. What have we got? Okay, I count four guns total. Two semi-automatic on-stage, two at the entrances. Take the entrances first, then use Reese to get everyone of there. We're on it. Don't worry. I did the same thing to my father. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, you're in for a very special treat. Please don't shoot. It involves my most horrifying - Dinah, where's Huntress? - Causing a distraction. We need to get everyone out of here. - Come on. Let's go. Hurry up. Will be immortalized in clay. Shoot her. I am not going back to Arkham. Get her. You'll make a lovely statue. Breathe, Junior. Ooh. Huntress and her little toys. I'm so scared. - What's happening? What have you done? - It's my own creation. You recognize this? Somebody stop him. First I kill the mother, now I kill the daughter. It's almost poetic. You killed my mother. Now I'm gonna kill you. That is poetry. Look at you, Helena. Ahh, the rage. And you look so beautiful. Helena, no. This is what he wants. To make you a killer. Don't do it. Think about what you're doing. Don't do it. - Don't let him win. - Don't worry, Oracle. I wouldn't give him the pleasure. LÃ¼ did enjoy seeing him squirm. Very impressive, Helena. Dr. Quinzel. It's okay. This is the part of your life you couldn't tell me about. I suppose it is. Now that I know the truth, maybe you should reconsider therapy. I think I can really help. Maybe you can. I guess the secret's out. So is it over? Yeah. For now. You know, Wade you're the only boyfriend that's ever seen this place. Well, I gotta say I'm, uh, impressed, but I'm also a little nervous. I mean, my girlfriend who I thought was a mild-mannered schoolteacher is actually a, uh, high-tech crime fighter. It's a little, uh overwhelming. Well, you almost killed that man. Not really. Even though I wanted to more than anything. Yeah, well, you didn't. So, what do you say we try that dinner. Yeah. Or we could go straight to dessert. Yeah. We could do that. I don't know. I feel I feel like I've been born again. Only without the diapers and crying. Ha, ha. It is a major transition, Helena. Cultures throughout history have used the birthing method to characterize the way you feel. - Yep. Well, I've got the feeling naked part pretty well down. Ha, ha. You have exposed yourself. You've revealed your secret identity, albeit inadvertently, to me. You've crossed the threshold that was holding you back. And you're no longer defined by your secret. You're defined by you. Hmm? Not the bartender, not the crime fighter. Just you. Me. Me. Ha, ha. Someone I've been wanting to meet. Let's try an exercise. I want you to close your eyes. Oh, I I don't do the closed eyes thing. Oh, you can trust me. Ha, ha. - Ha, good. - All right. Now, I want you to answer without thinking if it's Helena or Huntress speaking, okay? - Okay. - Now, you're worried, very worried. You can't keep your finger in the dike forever. Your secret's gonna get out. I have a job to do. I can't do that if everyone knows who I am. Why? There's a definite advantage to having an air of mystery. Ha, ha. The less people know about you, the bigger the edge. Helena, who knows you best? Oh, Alfred and Barbara. Alfred? Alfred Pennyworth. He was my Dad's butler. He's been around forever. He's always keeping an eye on me and the others. Others? Yeah. Other people. People with secrets the same as mine. - How many of you are there? - In New Gotham? Uh, just Barbara, Dinah and myself. - What? - Uh Things are changing. Tell me. Well, Barbara told someone the secret as well. And I think it's someone that she's falling in love with. Do you think she's made a mistake? No. No, I don't. He may crowd the place a bit but Wade makes her happier than she's ever been. - Wade? - Brixton. He teaches at the same high school as Barbara. - Wade Brixton. He knows too, huh? - Mm-hm. Soon you should take out a full-page ad. Unload all your secrets on New Gotham in one fell swoop. But secrets drain your soul. Paralyze the body. I wouldn't be any kind of psychiatrist if I didn't do everything I can to relieve you of that burden. But we're out of time. Thank you. Thank you. No, thank you, Helena. You know, this is every bit as satisfying for me as it is for you. The metahuman transfer machine isn't synched up yet. It's two simple little words, doctor. I'm ready. Can you say them for me, please? Uh, no, it's not calibrated. I don't know if the oscillators are stable. The hysteresis module is questionable. Blah, blah, blah Let's just do this thing, shall we? We shall. No! He's dead! He's dead. The transfer machine, it's destroyed! None of which matters if the transfer was successful. I did as you asked. Uh, I wasn't It wasn't ready. But I can build another one! Shh. Relax, doctor. Maybe it worked. Shall we see? Will you do anything I ask? - Yes. - Pat your head. Hop. Now, run and jump out the window. Looks like it worked. This guy who took the sidewalk dive, he's, uh, Dr. Franklin Romanek. Exit point was right here, third-story window. And the room's filled with a bunch of pretty weird electrical gear. And that one? That one, he's unidentified. He was tied to a chair with his eye sockets all burned out. Kinky. Ha, ha. Yeah, maybe, but definitely not consensual. So, what's your take? I don't know. I mean, there's no sign of struggle. No indication Romanek was pushed, no cause of death on the other guy. So nothing's adding up. So there I was, feeling lonely and vulnerable thinking you triggered the Batring because you missed me. Ha, ha. What, and risk a lecture from Oracle? I don't think so. Besides, Miss Helena Kyle. Mm-hm. See, I know who you are, remember? See, all I do is pick up the telephone and press some buttons. - Is that a promise? - Oh, no, no. No, you don't. I don't make promises while I'm on duty. What's going on with you tonight? I mean, you're different. I mean, you just, you seem happy. - Is that a bad thing? - No, no. Of course it's not a bad thing. Ha, ha. Look, anyway, there's an ATM across the street. It's got a surveillance camera inside. Should have a view of the only door to the building, but you know it could take the DA's office 24 hours to get a warrant for that video so So you think I can do it better. You know, detective, that sounds a lot like entrapment. No, no, no. See, it's only a whole lot like entrapment if there's actually a trap. But it's still bad, right? You tell me. - Okay. I'm on it. And, detective? - Ha, ha. Hmm? Next time you wanna press those buttons It would have been perfect until Mr. Happy-Flush and his jolly band of plumbers decided to make an emergency house call. So you're saying the video's useless? Ah, we'll see. I'm gonna extract an image off of the truck's mirrors. Try to reconstruct the scene by using a recursive spatial algorithm. Excellent idea. So this Dr. Romanek? You knew him? Knew of him. He was working on an electro-ionic somatic dissociator. Barbara. He figured out how to transfer metahuman powers from one person to another. Thank you. So could he? Well, he had some interesting ideas, but as far as I knew, it was a pipe dream. - Mm. What about the second guy? - Well, if he was meta - If who was meta? Oh, just some shop talk. - You know, crime fighter stuff. - Hi. I'm sorry. I'm I'm interrupting. Uh, no, no. No, uh, it's okay. Stay. - We don't mind, right? - Right. Yeah, stay. - I'm ready. - All right. I gotta go. Told Dinah I'd give her a lift. - Okay. All right? See you later? Yeah. Well, that was fun. We'll get used to it. Yeah, sure. - Here you go, ladies. Thanks. Thank you. Do you know how to make a Red Devil? Of course. My name's, uh, Gibson Kafka. I don't believe I've had the pleasure. - Harleen Quinzel. - Dr. Harleen Quinzel? - Oh, well, we have a friend in common. - Do we? Yeah. Helena Kyle. Yeah, she's a very close friend of mine. Very close. How wonderfully coincidental. Oh, uh - You're not a meta. - That was true. I wasn't metahuman until just recently. Um, I don't understand. You don't need to understand, Gibson Kafka. You simply need to listen. I'm here to test a theory. Will you do anything I ask? I can't imagine why not, Dr. Quinzel. Oh, please, Harley. Harley Quinn. Now, bark. - Bark? Like what? - A dog. Uh, what kind of a dog? Bulldog, Dane, Irish terrier, mastiff Pekinese, Shar-Pei, wolfhound You pick. It's a Chihuahua. Of course, there are many different kinds of animals that bark. Deer, hyena, spider monkey, squirrel, tree frog. - There's a locust that makes a sound much - Stop. You know, I didn't know my power would work with a metahuman but it seems you're as susceptible as anyone else. There's just one more thing I'm curious about. I want you to lose your mind. Stop it. Aah! Argh! Huntress Delphi's flagged a report of a disturbance at No Man's Land. - Disturbance? - Yeah. Police report says riot. - The store out front was trashed. - What about the bar? No mention. I don't think they found it. I'm on my way. - What the hell? Aah! Gibson? Gibson, are you here? Gibson, Gibson, are you okay? What happened? A sensation of peppery sweetness. Four, uh, 39, 84. Into the valley of death rode the 600. - Gibson, what's wrong? - Raspberry. Licorice. Lemon. Peanut butter. Mint. Banana. Cookie dough. Make it stop. Please, I need help. Please, make it stop. In my head. I need help. Please, Huntress, my head. Stop what in your head? - Oracle, are you there? Yes, Huntress. I'm at No Man's Land and the place is trashed. Gibson, I don't know, it's like he's psychotic or something. Get him to a hospital. I got a better idea. Come on, Gibson. It's okay. You'll be all right. Dr. Quinzel? - Dr. Quinzel? Oh. Oh. Yes, not enough shapes. Hexagon, triangle, square, pentagon Gibson, come on. Let's go back to the Clocktower. Helena. Oh, dear. Somebody need my help? You were the only person I could think of that might be able to help him. What happened with Gibson? Uh, I left him with Quinzel. She felt like she could help. - Dinah around? - No. I sent her to get Reese and check out No Man's. Why? It's the middle of the night. What's the rush? The rush is I found out who the other dead guy is. - Oh. - The guy with the burned-out eye sockets. Coroner finally made an ID. I ran the name through my database, and it turns out he was meta. - So? - So? So his power was hypnosis. Now, if Dr. Romanek's device could actually transfer metahuman powers Here, here, take a look at this. I got an image of the suspect off the ATM video. The enhancement routine is just about done. Now, I'm betting when we see that face we're gonna be seeing someone who stole a metahuman hypnotic power. Sounds bad. Yeah, we'll know in a minute. Helena, um I wanna talk to you about Wade. What's there to talk about? Well he's not gonna change us. Nothing could do that. I know. All right, I'm just throwing it out there. You seemed a little distant. Oh, Barbara, forget it. - Everything's okay. - Okay. Enhancement's finished. It's Dr. Quinzel. Helena? Oops. Busted. Lumbar, the sacrum, and the coccyx. Twenty-six, off the head. Squeeze, watch your back. Watch your back. Barbara knows. - What happened? - I hit her. Hard. - That would tend to give it away. - But I got what you wanted. The complete blueprint of the Clocktower. Layouts, defenses, securities, computer systems. - It's all gibberish. - Ninety newton pounds per square inch angled at the jaw, renders 50 percent of the female population unconscious as defined by the obliteration of a frien - Gibson. Shut up. Tell me something, Helena. Why didn't you just kill Barbara? Kill her? - I don't know. Superheroes don't kill. No matter how hard they hit their Barbara. Incoming, headless best friend! Maybe it's because you didn't tell me to. An oversight on my part which we'll soon remedy. Oh, good heavens, Miss Barbara. You gave me quite a scare. - Where's Helena? - She's not here. What happened? We have a very serious problem, Alfred. Dinah, come in. - I read you, Oracle. - I need you back here immediately. It's Huntress. She's been compromised. And, Dinah, she's dangerous. - What is it? - Something bad happened to Helena. She's dangerous. I gotta get back. Oh. What's the big rush? Come on, let's go. Ha, ha. Aw. - You guys aren't fun anymore. - Helena, this isn't you. You're hypnotized. - You can beat it. - Right. - I don't think you're getting through to her. - Ha, ha. Save yourself the trouble. Promise I'll finish you off quick. - Helena has Dinah and Reese trapped. - What are you gonna do? Miss Barbara, I must object in the most strenuous terms. Objection noted. The last time you used the coupler, it didn't exactly work as advertised. I've done a lot of work on it since then. I've improved the batteries, increased the sensitivity. It doesn't even hurt that much anymore. The device, you are fiddling with your spinal cord, connecting your nervous system. - It could kill you or get you killed. - We're in trouble, Alfred. What choice do I have? Can I help you, ma'am? I think you can, officer. You and a few of your burliest friends. - Me and Jesse. We can help you. - Hey, Blondie. Not interested. - Come on. Don't do this. This is not you. - Sure it is. The same girl that you kissed. - She kissed you? - Yeah. That was my mistake. I don't think it was a mistake at all. Ha, ha. And the next time you're ready for round two, just let me know. - I think it's gonna wait. - Oh. Helena. Oh, you're walking. I can help you, Helena. I don't need help. - You better not get any closer. Why not? Then I'll have to hurt you. - I don't think you'll do that. Just goes to show. The all-knowing Oracle isn't right all the time. Helena, it's me, Barbara. Sorry. I gotta kill you now. What's going on? What am I doing here? Short version, Dr. Quinzel hypnotized you. She's the big bad we've been searching for. - Did we just, um Did we just fight? Yeah. I could've killed you. It was a calculated risk. I had to get close enough so I could fire this into your eyes. Hey. - Kyle, a little help? This thing's jammed. I don't remember anything. The last thing I know, I was at Dr. Quinzel's with Gibson. And then you were in the Clocktower. Helena, try to remember. What is Quinzel up to? Very impressive. I'm immediately comfortable. Excuse me. - Who are you? - Who are you? Wade. Wade Brixton. Wade. Oh! I am having just the best day. New Gotham's finest protecting and serving me and only me Huntress doing my bidding, and now, here I move into my new home and who do I find breathlessly waiting but the man Barbara Gordon loves. What next? Hey, Wade. Will you do anything I ask? Yes. Kiss me, Wade Brixton. Kiss me good night. Argh. What is it? The Clocktower system's not responding. - Comm glitch? - Maybe. I'll call Alfred and have him run a check. Come on, Alfred, pick up. Barbara Gordon I can't tell you how disappointed I was that you weren't here to welcome me. What's the matter? Bat got your tongue? Very witty, Quinzel. Oh, please, it's Harley. Harley Quinn. And quite soon, this city, or what's left of it, will be mine. Don't count on it. What are you going to do? Your friend Helena isn't playing on your team anymore. And she told me all kinds of useful things about you and Dinah and the Clocktower. And here I am. Ready to make my dream come true. All thanks to Helena Kyle. Your friend. Your betrayer. Helena didn't betray anyone. Whatever happened, the Helena I know had nothing to do with it. Spoken like a true friend. So confident so sure. I wonder, would you feel different if I told you it was Helena who told me about Loverboy? Your handsome, young sweetheart, Wade Brixton? Would it flip a switch somewhere deep in your psyche to know that we kissed, Wade and I? No? How about if IÃ¼ told you IÃ¼ stabbed him in the heart? Would that do it? To know that Wade was dead? Would that change how you feel, Barbara Gordon? Hmm? - Barbara? - Don't. We need a plan. Now, we have to assume that Harley's got complete control over the Clocktower. Helena. Helena. Shh. A few more adjustments. Done. Oh! Every television in New Gotham is receiving my signal! Oh, Gibson. Everyone watching will go mad. Ranting, writhing, stark, raving, full-metal jacket nuts! Ha, ha! The city will be on its knees. - I need a drink. Pennyworth! Madam? - Buttle me. Something strong. - As you wish. Might I suggest a selection from Master Bruce's private stock? Yes. That sounds perfect. - What's going on? - I don't know. Bunch of kids smashing things up in the halls. Oh, God, it's Harley. I've hacked far enough into the Clocktower to tell she's using it to hijack every televised broadcast in New Gotham. She must be sending out some kind of hypnotic signal. Driving everyone crazy. - Can you stop it? - No. Not from here. We need to get back to the Clocktower. Did you get everything? Yeah. The infirmary only had a few contact lenses. We need enough for us. I'll add a polarizing layer to the contacts to give us immunity. - Like a one-way mirror. - Exactly. What about them? Do you think you can broadcast an antidote? Yeah, probably. If we can get back to the Clocktower. And without Helena I don't wanna talk. You wanna drink, you can stay. They need you. Did you hear what I said? Who are you right now? Hmm? You're not hypnotized anymore. But the Helena Kyle that I know, I don't recognize her now. Maybe that's because she's a mirage. - You're not responsible. - Sure I am. I told Quinzel about Wade before I was hypnotized. I let her see me. I told her so much. I let her in, Reese. Who was I kidding? One minute of thinking that I might be as good as my father. This isn't about that. From what I can tell, it never has been. Come on. This right here, what you're doing, this is about you. Helena, look at me. Hey, look at me. What are you so afraid of? You don't get it, Reese. It's not worth it. Wade is dead. And before all this is over, any one of us could be. Or worse. I don't want that to be you. If this wasn't worth it, if my life didn't matter to you if yours didn't matter to me, then I would help you finish this bottle. But damn it, Helena, it does matter. Okay, it hurts. It hurts like hell but that's how you know it's worth it. What if it hurts too much? I'm kidding myself. A few pairs of contacts aren't gonna help when the whole city's gone mad. It's over. It is not over. We'll get back into the Clocktower. The Clocktower's a fortress. We can't get in. No one can. I can. I'm sorry I ran. It won't happen again. I'm so sorry for what I did. - Look, Helena - No. We'll argue later. Right now I've got an idea. Oh, what happened? I've been worried. I killed them. Slowly. You have a future in this organization. Come here. Let me look at you. What? Is my makeup running again? No. You look lovely as usual. Go, rest. Eat. We have work to do later. Hey. You sure you're gonna be all right? Yeah, I'm fine. What if this thing quits on you? You lose control of your legs. - That's a long way down. - Then you go on without me. That's not gonna happen. All right. Helena should have the security bypassed by now. You ready? Yeah. - Let's go. That will be quite enough of that, Miss Helena. Mistress Harley will be sorely disappointed. - Unh! - We could do this all night. That's always been one of my two favorite sentences. Why won't you tell me how you broke my hypnotic spell? Let me think. Could it be because you're psycho? Wait. That's right. An evil psycho. Wait. Wait, I almost forgot. An evil, psycho bitch. - Is that all you got? - You know, I have to say, I am impressed. You've taken it for so long. - I kind of had to. - Oh, right. Superhero code. - No. - No? Okay, I'll bite. I had to buy Alfred enough time to disable the security system. What? - All set, Alfred? - All set, Miss Helena. - Oh, Mistress Harley, buttle this. - Oh, you have an antidote. Oh, that is so annoying. I'll just have to give you another dose. No go. Treated contact lenses. Oh, nice. But who are we kidding? He's a hundred years old. They'll kill him in two seconds. Yeah, I think it's gonna be a tiny bit more interesting than you think. - Thanks. - Nice crib. We like to call it home. - Where is he? - Oh, Mr. Wade Brixton? He's gone. Does it bother you that my lips were the last his touched? Soft lips. So sweetly tender. Cute little trickle of blood running out his side when he died. Barbara, don't. - Stay back, Helena. Barbara, listen to me. - There's nothing left to say. - Yes, there is. You have saved me so many times, it's my turn. When my mom died, you told me something that I didn't understand until right now. You told me revenge might dull the pain but the less we felt, the less we were. - It was a lie. No, it wasn't. Barbara, this is my last chance to get forgiveness for what I did. If I could give my life to have Wade back, you know I would but I can't. Barbara, we don't kill, no matter what. I can't let you do this. It makes us less. It makes us less. Barbara. So Alfred, you worked for this bat guy? Batman. Yes, detective, for many years. - And he lived in a cave? - Well, no. Master Bruce lived in the manor. The Batcave was his operational headquarters, as it were. Ha, ha. Right. Well, what was up with this, uh, Robin character? What was his story? You sure you're okay, Gibson? - Quite sure. No aftereffects whatsoever. Although I find it deeply disturbing that for the first time in my life including gestation, I remember absolutely none of it. - Ha, ha. Consider yourself lucky. - Was it really that bad? Let's just say we had no idea you identified so closely with King Kong. - Anyway, do you need a hand? - Yeah. Delphi's quiet and the news reports say everything's back to normal. Yeah, at least out there. - Barbara, I - We've all lost people before, Helena. You, me, Dinah. And as long as we do this, that's a chance we take. God, I miss him. Barbara, I'm so sorry. I know you are but you never chose any of this. And what you did to set it right You know what you did. You know who you are, Helena. Yeah. I kind of feel like maybe now I do. Maybe I'm not Batman's little girl anymore. Sometimes I feel like he's watching looking over my shoulder. Looking down on all of us. Ha. Kind of like a big guardian bat. Ha, ha. Kind of. Kind of like that. Master Bruce I thought you might want to know, your daughter's doing rather well. You would be most proud. Most proud indeed.