Reunion (Birds of Prey)

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 protÂ¨Â¦gÂ¨Â¦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. To New Gotham High's coolest graduating class. - Back in town, baby. Excuse me. Sorry. - What the hell? - Didn't mean to Joey Norvillino. Oh, good, it's me, Cam Henderson. Remember, I used to tutor you in trig? Whatever, geek. See, that's exactly why I don't wanna go to the reunion. - I don't know why you're so eager. - Because I feel confident. That after five long years, I'll finally be lauded as the undisputed New Gotham High Alumni success story. Gibson, you sell Pez dispensers. Rare collectibles, at an obscene markup. How about you go as my date and then we'll rub their noses in my good fortune? I always wanted to walk in with a blond. - I'm brunette. - Brings me to my next question. - Hey, pass. - Hey, Gibson. Ha, ha. Hey, baby, how about a refill? How about you've had enough? - Call me baby one more time - Is there a problem here? - Not for long. - Hey, I'm just trying to get a refill. It's really very simple, Kyle. The customer pays the bar, the bar pays you. Let's not mess with the system, okay? I'm buying this round so make it a domestic. Sweetness. Ha. There. - Do we know each other? - No, we don't. Well, the night is young, baby. Haven't changed a bit have you, Joey? Hey, Jack. What's up? Just having a little fun here, man. Get lost. Well. - You all right? - Ahem. Yeah, thanks. The gallant return of Jack Barrett unattainable apple to your teenage eye. And he still doesn't know my name. Then the reunion would be a perfect place for you guys to get reacquainted. Just walk in with me. Then if you wanna spend the evening pining away over Jack Barrett, so be it. Sorry, Gibson. All out of school spirit. Yeah! Hang on, you guys. Hey, Joe. It's a twist-off. My parents never wanted me to teach. Really, why not? Something about high pay, I think. Now, Wade, that's really not fair. We couldn't be happier, son. The money's not important. Well, you know, Barbara also runs her own business. Hmm, yeah, um, sort of an online gourmet baking thing. Oh, really, baking. Did, um, Wade tell you that my macadamia fudge torte won the Gotham County Bake-off? Oh, well, I'd love to get the recipe. Well, it is one of Wade's favorites. Uh, first, you start off with a cup of semi-sweet chocolate Do you sell online? Mm, yes. You should check out our site. You know, there was a time when I was pretty handy around computers. Back when we called them "big iron. " - Joe, honey. - Yeah. Listen, Barbara and I were talking about baking. Oracle, Delphi's flagged a suspicious death. - Yes. Will you excuse me? Okay, a body was found in New Gotham Park. Joey Norvillino, aged 23. And get this, he was in town for the New Gotham High reunion. I'm on my way. Honestly, Wade, it'll never work. I thought you liked her, Mother. No one is saying that she isn't nice, dear. It's just that she isn't quite normal, is she? Wade, what kind of a life can you expect to have with someone like that? So how'd the Wade date go? Well, his parents are Well, they're just You know, can we not talk about this? Okay. Business it is. What's the word on Norvillino? The police report said he slipped and broke his neck on a rock. They've cited the cause of death as an alcohol-related accident. Funny, it's probably the cause of his birth too. Something just feels off. I'm gonna take a closer look at the coroner's report. So I, uh, take it from your callous attitude that this incident isn't gonna change your mind about attending the reunion? No, my complete lack of desire to ever see these people again has taken care of that. - You loved high school. - Helena? Oh, yeah. You happen to be looking at the uber-stylish former captain of the pep squad, and girl voted "Most Likely to Inspire Envy. " - Okay, that was never official. - Well, what happened? My mom died, I found out my father was Batman and New Gotham was overrun by super-villains. Surely you must be curious, Miss Helena how time has weighed upon your classmates? Yeah, sure. But then I gotta answer all their questions. What am I gonna do, tell people I'm a metavigilante patrolling the rooftops of New Gotham? As far as the rest of the world is concerned, I'm just a bartender. Why are you a bartender? You're the heir to the Wayne fortune, worth millions. - Billions. - I have dad issues. I don't want anything to do with him or his money. Would buying your adopted sister a car qualify as having to do with his money? If I may, Miss Helena, a little time with Helena Kyle instead of Huntress might prove beneficial. Also a pleasant diversion. Okay, I've got the report. According to the ME, Norvillino's trachea was snapped in two. The odds of a break this clean being caused by accident are By your Barbara-worry voice, it sounds like it could be really bad. Bad enough that we should investigate it. After Norvillino hit on you, did, um, anything else significant happen? Jack Barrett came and got rid of the loser before I had a chance to kick his ass. Jack Barrett, didn't you have a huge crush on him? Not huge. But it's over now, it's in the past. Did he remember you? No. That would require him talking to me in high school. But it can't be Jack, I mean, he's like an overgrown Boy Scout. A dashing, ripped, hot Boy Scout. - But definitely not a killer. - Okay, well, check in with Reese. Maybe something didn't make the report. I'll look into Norvillino's life see if there's anyone I can possibly find with a motive. Yeah, well, given his personality, it's not gonna be that difficult. No, way too practical. Yeah, these are more like you. Tulips look so delicate, but they only bloom after a frost. Thank you. Stopped by your classroom. Yeah, I, uh, had to take off early today. Lot of work to do. You always had a lot of work to do. I've called you four times. Have dinner with me tonight. My parents are gone, it will just be the two of us. Wade I'm sorry, I can't, I can't. All right, then at least tell me why. Tell me that I got hygiene issues or that I got bad dress sense, something. I like you how you undress. Look, it's It's complicated. I like complicated. It's part of what makes you so attractive. What, just part? See, I can't talk about the other part in public. Okay. Well, hi. Were we supposed to meet? Wait, what am I thinking? You don't actually make plans, do you? Surprise is my ally. That and my ineffable joie de vivre. Okay. Whatever you say. If you didn't drop by for a friendly little visit, what's going on? Gotham Park, murder last night. Oh, right. Well, the DA is calling it an accident. The witnesses' stories check out, they didn't see a thing. Doesn't seem to matter that they were drunk off their asses. - Anything that didn't make the report? - No. No, not really. Just the guy was in town from Central City for his high-school reunion. So I don't know. Maybe we just chalk this one up as being in the wrong place at the wrong time. - Yeah. - The only other thing we had to go on is he had just left the Dark Horse Bar. It's a place across town. Do you know it? No. Uh I was gonna head over there later if you wanna join me. Tonight? Mm-hm. Please, just one night. That's all I'm asking. It was just one night last Wednesday and last Monday. Look, Helena, I'm changing the image of the bar. Upscale food, upscale music, upscale clientele. I need go-getters. People ask for beer. I go get, what more do you want? Service with a smile brings them back every time. Lap dancing brings them back too, you wanna try that? How would I know? I'm gay. Maybe you could try being friendly just once. Watch and learn. How's this? Look at that. Helena Kyle. That's who she is? Wow. Should've talked to her more. Come on, Leonard. Let me off the shift and I promise you I will be the friendliest waitress in the history of customer service. You see, that wasn't friendly. Leonard, it's important. Double shifts, every Saturday for the next two months. Thank you. - Cam Henderson. - Helena Kyle. Oh, I'm glad someone remembers me. You'd think founding a Fortune 500 company would get you a bit of respect. Congratulations. Doesn't seem to matter though, because to everyone but you I'll just always be "Klutzy Cam. " Go figure. I'd love to vandalize memory lane with you, but I really gotta go. - So another time? - Yeah. How about tonight at the reunion? Ah. If I go, I'll find you. Real suave. Out of your league anyway, klutz. Can I help you with something? I definitely think so. You've changed, Helena Kyle, and I like it. That supposed to be charming? Tough words from a bartender. - Thomsen, lay off. - No, you know, it's okay. I'll just do exactly what the girls in high school used to do. Ignore him. Hey, hon, guess what. Tonight I'm gonna close a deal that'll make me more money in a day than you'll ever see. - Ignore that. - Good. You can buy yourself a new personality. Very funny. Helena. - Right? - Yeah. Detective Jesse Reese. Um I've got a couple questions Sorry, excuse me. Okay, someone's getting awfully close to secret-identity land. What'd Reese find out? Only that Norvillino was linked to both the Dark Horse and the reunion. One more reason for me not to go. Well, I did a little digging and found that your old classmate had some gambling debts in Central City and New Gotham. Good. So we can follow up with his bookies and get Reese off the Helena Kyle track. My life is this close to becoming a French farce. Hey, MoliÂ¨Â¨re, I think you're making too much out of this secret-identity thing. Really. You try keeping a secret with my schedule. What secret? You have no secret identity. You don't wear glasses. You don't wear a mask. She's kind of got a point. Okay, I don't wear a mask for combat purposes. All right, they're itchy, they make you sweat. Your mascara runs? - It's a vanity thing. I wanna look good. That a crime? I can have two lives without looking like an overgrown trick-or-treater. What do you think, Alfred? Does Helena have a secret identity or not? - Actually, not. Mm? I've always maintained that without a mask, there are no separate identities. It's a dangerous choice for a crime fighter. That being said, Miss Helena is quite capable. And if she feels she can manage where others have failed then I'm sure she can succeed. How do you do that? Support me and undermine me all in the same sentence. It's a British thing. Why are you hiding from Reese? He already knows you're the Huntress. In order to be an effective superhero, you need total separation of identities. Mm-mm. That's not entirely true. And there's no law that says you can't reveal your identity to someone you trust. The same way I shared mine with you and Dinah. Master Bruce shared his secret with me. Although I'd wager it had less to do with the Batcave needing a good tidying up than the psychological relief it provided. What happened to the old protect-your-identities-at-all-costs thing? Look, I'm not saying you should tattoo "Hi, I'm Helena Kyle" across your forehead. I'm just saying that if you can trust Reese Got it. Okay, this is fun and all but I'd like to point out that our priority is to stop a killer. Yeah, I'm back. Got a little business to clean up. Speaking of business, I finally got the heads-up from my inside source at Gussies Pharmaceuticals. They're about to get approval. Buy 10,000 shares and remember, nothing stupid this time. I'll be going public in a couple days so keep it on the D. L., you hear me? What are you doing here? - You lost or something? - A word of advice, Stuart. In the future, you might want to consider being a little nicer to people. But I guess you'll have to use that advice in hell. Oh, and thanks for the tip. Account 29431. Buy order. Gussies Pharmaceuticals, 10,000 shares. That's all for now. I have a party to get to. Who's the stiff? Same m. o. As Gotham Park. Some hotshot Wall Street guy in from Metropolis. Judging from the neighborhood, it looks like he brought all his nasty habits with him. Guy's name was, uh, Stuart Thomsen only 23 years old. What? You know the guy? - No. - Okay, Huntress, listen. If this is something personal, it'll stay here, I promise you. But if you know anything, who he knew or why he's in town, you gotta give that up. Norvillino had gambling debts. I was running down a list of his bookies. Maybe that's their connection. See if Thomsen had the same problem. Wall Street guy into gambling, huh? I've heard stranger things. Check this out. It's an invitation to the New Gotham High reunion. Does that mean anything to you? Nope. No. What? I did not run away. You're scared. Revealing your identity to Reese means progressing your relationship. You ran. Okay, there is no relationship to run from. - I believe that is Miss Barbara's point. - That's not it. It's Look, it's not like I lied to him. Well, no, but you did withhold information. It's more than likely these killings are related to your reunion. I'm not scared. I just don't want him on the Helena Kyle trail. It's your call. But you do realize this means you're definitely going. Yes. Dream come true. - What's going on? - You're working tonight. Killer's at the reunion. Is Helena going to the reunion? Oh, do resist the temptation to rub it in. Oh, sweet irony. Barbara, there might be another connection. Me. Both guys were at the Dark Horse Bar before the killings. Both hit on me, and both got into it with Jack Barrett. While you were out, I researched the m. o. That neck snap is consistent with a lethal kill technique used by the Delta Force. Barrett served in the armed forces. - Was he Delta? - It's classified. Records are encrypted. It'll take time to break it. So we'll have to flush him out. If this guy is targeting guys that hit on you, then we're gonna have to, uh Then I guess I gotta find a guy to hit on me. Yeah. Entering with Helena Kyle. Finally, my dreams are coming to fruition. Can't you just feel the swirling maelstrom of Gibson-envy building? You do realize we're setting you up as a target for a vicious killer? Worth it. Here you go, ahem, allow me. Hey, if that hand goes any closer to where I think it was going I will twist it off and you will be known as Stumpy for the rest of your natural life. - Got it? I don't do name tags. - Yeah. Me neither. Not cool. Let's hurry, your time as my trophy date is limited. I wanna make the most of it. Now, let's go inside. This is gonna be the worst night of my life. I've set up a remote link to the Clocktower. Shouldn't be too long before I have potentials. Dinah, I can take care of the rest. Why don't you go patrol? This guy's m. o. Is to strike in seclusion. So why don't you make sure there's no seclusion? Consider me on full straggler alert. Oracle, we're on. You know, for a homicidal maniac bent on wiping out anyone that shows me any interest he sure is hot. - At least he remembers me. - Looks aren't everything. What I lack in the physique department I more than make up for with my impressive streak of not killing people. Gibson. Mission or not, no grabbing, especially not the bathing-suit parts. I did no such thing. Wait, over there, did you see? It was a shimmer. Like the wall shimmered. - Yeah, I'm cutting you off. - I haven't started. I know. Come on. Sorry. Jack Barrett, you remember Gibson Kafka, he's my Huntress, I decrypted the Delta list. - My - Barrett's not on it. - He's not the killer. - Her boyfriend. We're in love. Uh, what I meant to say was, he's my delusional friend that was about to get me a drink. But But we - Thank you, Gibson. Sit tight. I'm checking the Delta Force list against the rest of your classmates. Helena, I was hoping to run into you. Really. - So, what have you been up to? - I'm in the ad game now sort of fell into it after college. Your libation, dear. Go on. You know, forget about me. I'm much more interested in your story. I've been bartending. Yeah, I know, I mean, what else? I can tell there must be another side to you. I'm a really good bartender. Okay, we've got a problem. No one on either list matches up. Look, I hate to do this, but I gotta go. So we'll catch up another time. I'd like that. Okay. What the hell was that? So it looked like a shimmer? Almost like the background became three-dimensional. - So like a transparent metahuman? - No. There's one in Akron, this is different. - Maybe an invisible guy. - Invisibility wouldn't create distortion. It's possible that what we saw was caused by a meta that camouflaged himself. True, in which case a flat image would take on a 3-D texture. When it moved, it would create a shimmer effect. Like a chameleon. Is that even possible? I remember how many nose hairs my pediatrician had. Anything is possible. Given metaphysiology, there'd be certain genetic changes. A change like that would cause the person to display side effects in human form. Such as? Transformation could affect the neural pathways to parts of the brain. The cerebellum in particular. Okay, you guys, I don't have the time or the skill to perform mass lobotomies. You don't have to. Symptoms are obvious. In, uh, human form, our guy would suffer from impaired motor control. That would make coordination and balance difficult to maintain. So he'd be a klutz. Well, the technical term is ataxia but, uh, yeah, he'd be a klutz. I know who he is. - You do? - Yeah. And I know exactly who he's gonna kill next. Detective Jesse Reese, New Gotham P. D. I got a couple of questions about some of your alumni. I thought you were gonna meet me. You said if you came, you would find me. Seem to have found time for everyone else. Does the phrase "polite brush-off" mean anything to you? Shouldn't have stood me up. And after all I've done for you. Don't fight me, Helena. I love you. I always have. From the first moment I saw you, I knew. - Why didn't you just tell me how you felt? I was afraid. Afraid of what would happen. I saw the guys you dated. The guys every girl dated. I wasn't ready. But I've spent every waking moment since high school redefining myself. And now I finally am ready. The only thing left to make people finally see me is you. Why won't you love me? Because you kill people? I killed for you. Helena, how much more pure can love be? I don't know what's more disturbing. The thought that you've harbored a psychotic crush for years. Or that after confessing to multiple murders you still think you got a shot with me. Oh, we will be together, Helena Kyle. No, Cam, we will never be together. You'll see. And the next time we meet, we'll do it on my terms. Cam. What? What happened? Um, vandals. You must have surprised them. Lucky you weren't here, you could've been really hurt. Yeah, real lucky. Shouldn't we report it? Yeah, I called security. They're on it. You should, uh You should relax. Good advice. Come on, let me, uh, get you a drink. Huntress, meet me in my classroom. We need to debrief. Uh, I can't. This isn't some kind of 12-step thing, is it? Because I'd be mortified. No, no. I could drink you under the table. Well, is there someone else? No. Look, I just gotta go. I didn't mean to scare you off, it's just I felt like we clicked, you know. Listen to me, I sound like I'm back in high school. Jack this just isn't a good time. So you're saying there could be a good time? Yeah, maybe. Joey was the man. The man. Listen, I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Finn, I am. But did you and Mr. Norvillino know a man named Stuart Thomsen? Kind of, we didn't really hang. He was one of those dorky young Republicans. Did he do it? - Because I'll rip his throat out. - No. No, he didn't do it. He was killed earlier tonight. Man I just saw him too. It's like everybody I see dies. - When was the last time you saw Thomsen? - At the Dark Horse Bar. We went today in honor of Joey. He loved the wings. To Joey. It's a great place. They've got these totally hot bartenders, you know? One of them's here. Wait a minute. A bartender from the Dark Horse Bar went to New Gotham High? Yeah. Helena something. Kyle, that's it. Man, she's all grown up. Mm. Hot. Jolly hot. Tss, hot. Thanks. Sounds like he not only has the camouflaging ability of a chameleon but also the proportional strength and speed. Yeah, not to mention the charm. He's one lethal lizard. - Are these doors steel-reinforced? - He's out of his mind, Barbara. He's still on the loose. Hell, Jack could still be in danger. - Hey, screw Jack, what about me? - Dinah's on top of the Jack situation. Report, Dinah? All quiet on the Jack front. I've got him in sight. Cam said on his terms. He goes and kills two guys to impress me. Now he's playing hard to get? This is about control, Helena. And we need to wrestle it back. Yeah, I will. This time on my terms. Oracle, he's going into the men's room. So follow him. It's the men's room. Dinah, we're dealing with a guy that can disappear like a chameleon. You can't let him out of your sight. All right. Okay, Kyle, Kyle. You gotta be kidding me. Another dead end. For all we know, I could have passed him a hundred times. Hang in there. Assuming our chameleon guy maintains normal human physiology while cloaked I'm constructing a device that should permanently stabilize his molecular structure. Barbara. Right, um, technobabbling. No, I get it. You're gonna make him look normal. Exactly. I bought a dictionary. Let me know when you're done. Her vocabulary now is as exquisite as her beauty. Helena Kyle. I can't look at you. Everyone I see dies. Must avert eyes. Must return to party. Oracle, he found me. Come and get me, my sweet. Huntress, what's going on? He wants me to follow him. Oracle, how sharp are your bomb-diffusing skills? What did he do? A fairly ominous-looking device filled with colored liquid, attached to a digital timer. All right, start with the timer. You're too late, sweetheart. The timer's been triggered. Very soon, an aggressively corrosive toxin will release and we'll die together in eternal, if somewhat messy, romantic bliss. Along with anyone who wanders down the hall. Collateral damage. Just be with me. Never. Can you imagine what our children would look like? One way or another, we're going to be together. It's what I've always dreamed of. And tonight, my dreams will come true. You can't see me, you can't get by me, and you can't stop it. Dinah, I need you in here immediately. I'm on my way. If I can't convince you to be with me, then I'll make you. - Not too good with rejection, are we? I make do. Cover. - Make sure no one's in the hall. Right. Gotcha. Huntress, how long? About six seconds. I got a whole lot of wires here. - No time to defuse, get out of there. No! Helena, get out of there. Close the door. - Seal off the gas. Helena! What happened to him? The gas must have reacted with his metabolic mutation. - He turned to dust. - He just wanted to be seen. Ironic, for a metachameleon. Hey, any chance of our date? That ended with our chameleon friend. Worth a shot. - I'm gonna get out of here anyway. - Why? There's a party. Go have fun. You saved the school. And the only ones that'll ever know about that are right here. No, thank you. - Do you really care what those people think? - It's hard not to. When you know what they think is wrong. Well, I know it's frustrating but I think there's someone that would love Helena Kyle, bartender extraordinaire. It was great to see you again. - Hi. - Hey. Thought maybe you'd left. - It's been a weird night. - Yeah, vandals and there was an announcement about a gas leak on the second floor. - Public school, right? - Yeah. Here's the thing, Helena. I'm moving back to New Gotham and I would love to get together sometime. What's wrong? Too much pressure? No, it's not that. Did I turn out that bad? No, actually, uh it's me who's changed. I can tell. Detective Jesse Reese, New Gotham P. D. Look, I wasn't completely honest with you before. There sort of is someone else in my life. Doesn't surprise me. Jack, I'm sorry. But it was really, really good to see you again. You too. Good luck, Helena Kyle. Huntress. What are you doing here? What, did you track the killer here? I tracked him, I found him and I stopped him. It's all over. And the best part no mess. Really? Well, nice work. Thanks. - So, what was he after? - A girl. Let me guess. Helena Kyle. Yeah. Well, who is she? Me. What? I'm Helena Kyle. Now you know. Oh. Why are you telling me this now? Because for some reason when you say "nice work," it means something to me. And I realized that your opinion is the only one here that matters. So then all of this here, this is your reunion. Um Yeah. Helena Kyle. Hi. Well, tell me Miss Helena Kyle what have you been up to these past five years? Well, I am a bartender by day and a metavigilante patrolling the rooftops of New Gotham by night. You're a bartender, huh? Yeah. A really good bartender. Hmm. Yeah. I bet you are.