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NARRATOR".
A glorious morning in Gotham City.

But in Commissioner Gordon's office,
the Siren readies a nasty scheme.

Now, commissioner,
you are ready to do my bidding.

Your merest wish is my ultimate command.

Just say "yes," that will be sufficient,
although superfluous.

No man can resist the stunning note
of my voice.

Two octaves above high C.

- I want you to call Batman.
-Batman?

Call him and have him meet you
in some neutral place.

If you desire.

How about--?

- How about my daughter's apartment?
-Splendid.

- What am I to say to him?
-Nothing.

- Nothing?
-You will not show up for the meeting.

Just be sure you know
where he parks the Batmobile.

In the underground garage
of her apartment building. Where else?

How superbly suitable.

Barbara Gordon's apartment?
Why there?

Ours is not to reason why, Dick.
We're duly deputized minions of the law...

...Commissioner Gordon
is our immediate superior...

...and good crime-fighters
always obey orders.

- To the Batpoles.
-Roger.

NARRATOR". And now, in Barbara Gordon's
apartment, the mystery deepens.

I can't fathom it.

This is the first time Commissioner Gordon
failed to keep an appointment.

It's not like him. Not like him at all.

I was looking for him myself.

And his secretary, Bonnie, thought
he might be coming here.

- I certainly hope nothing's happened to him.
-Gosh, yes.

But why would he wanna meet us here
and not in his office?

He must have had a very good reason,
Robin.

Commissioner Gordon
does not take his responsibilities lightly.

I don't know how long they'll be there,
so work fast.

Now, remember, your primary mission
is to discover the location of the Batcave...

...and the true identities
of Robin and Batman.

With that knowledge as a weapon...

...plus the fortune that I plan to get
from millionaire Bruce Wayne...

...my plan will be complete.

It's a beautiful plan.

Beautiful. Heh.

Would any of you care for a soft drink?

No, thank you, Ms. Gordon.
We might find it too relaxing.

First order of business
is to locate your father.

Sure, and that's the truth.

Perhaps the Batcomputer
could be of some help, Robin.

Roger.

Goodbye, Ms. Gordon.

And don't worry about your father.

NARRATOR". And shortly, in the Siren's hideout
in a subterranean grotto...

Batman and Robin, you're finished, I say.

For hidden inside of your car,
Commissioner Gordon is lurking...

...and soon he'll tell me whoever you are.
Ha, ha.

Nothing quite so pleasant
as a musical interlude, eh, boys?

You hired us to be criminals, Siren,
not critics.

All we've been doing is losing a week of time
while you sit around and strum the strings.

Patience, I can see, is not one of your virtues,
if indeed you have any.

But you needn't wait much longer,
my dear Allegro.

The first step in my fantastic plan
has already been completed.

Even as we converse,
my operation is rapidly coming to fruition.

Like most women,
you keep talking about your operation.

But you still haven't told us what it is.

For openers, boys,
who remembers the good women of history?

Florence Nightingale and Molly Pitcher...

...they pale in comparison to Mata Hari,
Lucrezia Borgia and Lady Macbeth.

Evil is what makes the world go round.

And I want to be evil.

I'm not knocking evil, Siren.

But don't forget Catwoman and Black Widow,
they all went up the river because of Batman.

Right you are, my musical mobster.

But those amateurs neglected one thing.

They neglected to expose Batman's identity.

Once that's done...

...the cowled crime-fighter's efficiency
will be dissipated...

...leaving me a clear path
to ravage and pillage Gotham City...

...as it's never been
ravaged and pillaged before.

I want to become the wickedest woman...

...in Gotham City and thus, in the world.

With the help of Bruce Wayne's fortune...

...which I shall shortly control.

Barbara, it doesn't look
as though your father is going to show up.

I'm afraid you're right, Chief O'Hara.

I'll be getting back to the office.
If I hear from him, I'll call you.

Do that. Even if I'm out, I'll get the message.

Even if you're out, you'll answer?

Well, not exactly that.
My phone answers for me.

Oh, sure,
then it's one of those tricky little gizmos...

...that answers in your own voice
and then replays the messages.

Oh, sure, and it is, Chief O'Hara.
At least it won't be answering...

...in Lorelei Circe's voice
or all the windows would be broken.

- Whose voice?
-Lorelei Circe.

She's the world-famous chanteuse
who's appearing in Gotham City.

She has a range of seven octaves.
And when she sings her highest note...

...I'm told only hunting dogs can hear it,
and are completely stunned.

Well, let's hope your father
doesn't run into her.

Oh, I'm just spoofing you, Barbara.

I'm sure he'll show up safe and sound.

Good bye.

Charlie, am I jumping
to the world's biggest conclusion?

Could my father have run into Lorelei Circe?

Lorelei Circe.

Lorelei, a temptress...

...a siren who lives in a grotto.

The Grotto Arms.

I read that's where she's been staying.

NARRATOR".
What's on Barbara's mind, Charlie?

Is she about to go into action
as that Dominoed Dare-doll Batgirl?

- What is the matter with it?
-Perhaps it doesn't understand our question...

...about Commissioner Gordon, Robin.

I've never seen that light flash before.

Well, that's the Batcomputer
Bat-resistance Signal.

Of course it doesn't understand our question
about Commissioner Gordon. It can't answer it.

Commissioner Gordon
represents law and order.

The Batcomputer is programmed
to deal only with criminals.

Holy one-track Batcomputer mind. I guess
we'll have to figure this one out for ourselves.

Not without some nourishment, old churn.
The body needs food as well as the mind.

Good evening, sir. Through for the day?

Just going to grab a bite,
then get back to business.

Which is, if I may ask?

Locating Commissioner Gordon, Alfred.

Very good, sir.
If you'll excuse me, I have a little dusting to do.

You'll find your milk and sandwiches
already prepared in the study.

Thank you, Alfred.

Commissioner Gordon.
What are you doing here?

YOu?

You're Alfred,
millionaire Bruce Wayne's butler.

And that voice, the same nameless voice
that often answers the Batphone.

- I'm afraid you're making a mistake, sir.
-Mistake? Nonsense.

Obviously, this is the Batcave.

Ergo, Batman is Bruce Wayne...

...and Dick Grayson is Robin,
The Boy Wonder. Hmm, hmm.

Batman and Bruce Wayne,
one and the same.

I must convey this information
at once to the Siren.

The Siren?

I think you're making
a grave error of judgment, sir.

You're being very civilized about this.

Most butlers would do anything
at this moment to stop me.

- Quite right, commissioner.
-Oh.

Yes, indeed.

Nothing.

We should get into town
and survey the area...

...where Commissioner Gordon was last seen.
Perhaps we can find a clue there.

You need look no further, sir.

- Commissioner Gordon.
-Commissioner Gordon.

Sound asleep, sir.

I found him in the Batcave.

Sound asleep in the Batcave?

But he was awake when
he stepped out of the rear of the Batmobile.

Thanks to a sizable dose of Bat-Sleep...

...he is now languishing
in the arms of Morpheus.

Great Scott.

Yes. And I'm afraid he knows
the true identities of each of you.

In the absence of any word from
Commissioner Gordon, I shall now make a call.

- Like me to do it, Siren?
-Oh, no, Andante.

I'm the only person in the world
that can deliver my message...

...to Mr. Bruce Wayne.

The millionaire playboy?

The soon-to-be ex-millionaire playboy.

My next move is to relieve Mr. Wayne
of his fabulous fortune.

With Batman revealed
by Commissioner Gordon...

...and thus permanently impaired...

...and with Bruce Wayne's millions
in my possession, I'll be unstoppable.

Information?

I'd like the number
of stately Wayne Manor, please.

NARRATOR". Meanwhile, at their handsome
residence, our heroes remained puzzled.

- How much Bat-Sleep did you give him, Alfred?
-I should say approximately 12 hours worth, sir.

What could have caused him
to do such a thing? Hide in the Batmobile?

Our main concern now
is what to do with him.

He can't sleep forever and when he wakes up,
he intends to tell-- Who was it?

- Someone called the Siren, sir.
-Obviously, the perpetrator of this sinister plot.

Hello?

Yes, yes, this is millionaire Bruce Wayne.

Meet me in my private office
at the Wayne Foundation Building...

...in a half hour?

I'll be there.

Is everything all right, sir?

Everything is fine, Alfred.

- Where are you going, Bruce?
- That is not your concern, Dick.

I have a personal matter to attend to.

But you can't leave now.

Something's very wrong, Alfred.
Bruce never acted that way before.

And right after that telephone call, sir.

I'm going to see what it's all about.

You'll never know unless you answer it,
Master Dick.

- Hello?
-Robin, this is Batgirl.

Batgirl. On the Batphone?

I'm in Commissioner Gordon's office.
No one else is here.

I must speak to Batman at once.

I'm afraid he's, uh, unavailable right now.
Can I help you?

Well, perhaps you can.

A frightful thing is happening.
I can't go into detail over the phone.

But by some sort of sonic spell...

...the Siren intends forcing Bruce Wayne
to give up his fortune to her.

So that's it.

And it seems she can project this sound
over the phone.

I think that's what might have happened to my--
Commissioner Gordon.

Meet you at Wayne Foundation Building
as soon as possible.

- And Batman?
-He, uh, may be there too.

NARRATOR".
Later, in Bruce Wayne's private office...

...in the Wayne Foundation Building...

You now have the Wayne family jewels.

You have everything,
including all my ready cash.

Oh, there's still the little matter of your signing
over the property, stocks and bonds...

...of the Wayne fortune to me.

Oh, yes.

Do you have the necessary legal forms?

Andante.

NARRATOR". While in the lobby
of the Wayne Foundation Building...

He must still be under her influence,
so we'll have to deal gingerly with Mr. Wayne.

You bet.
Wouldn't want an innocent man to get hurt.

I only wish Batman were here to help us.

He may be here sooner than you think.

Holy standstills.

I wish this elevator would get here.

No telling what they're up to.

There. That should do it.

I now have everything I want. Everything.

Except the identity of Batman.

Batman?

No doubt Commissioner Gordon
is back in his office by now...

...and has probably been trying to call them.

Commissioner Gordon's office.

No, the commissioner is not here.

This is Chief of Police O'Hara speaking.
May I do something for you?

Yes.

Go jump in Gotham Park Lake. Ha, ha.

We heard that, Siren, and you're sending
an innocent man to drown himself.

Well, look who's here. Batgirl and Batboy.

There's no escape, Siren.
Better give yourself up.

- We'll soon see about that.
- That won't do you any good at all.

Girls are impervious
to your entrancing voice.

And I'm wearing Bat-earplugs...

...that successfully screen out any sound
above 14,000 decibels.

Your goose, so to speak, is cooked.

Not by a long shot, short stuff.

I now own this building.

Is that true, Mr. Wayne?

She now owns this building.

And I hereby order you off the premises.

This is private property and you cannot
come in here without a warrant.

She has us there, Robin.

Holy Fourth Amendment.

So if you'll just make yourselves scarce,
I won't have to report you to the police.

This way out.

Come on, Batgirl.

- But there must be some--
-We're licked.

You'll pay a pretty price for this, Siren.

Let's get this thing over with.

- What are you gonna do with him?
-Bruce Wayne? That penniless fop?

Now that he has no fortune...

...he's going to do what many other bankers
in his position have done.

He's going to leap off the roof.

I'm going to leap off the roof.

Good boy.

Dropping that bugging device
was a smart move, Robin.

Maybe not smart enough.
They've just taken the elevator to the roof.

She's going to make Bruce Wayne jump.

- The stairway?
-Yes. You're in good shape.

Come on, now.

Just one more step.

Don't do it, Mr. Wayne.

Get in there and help my men.

Sorry about this, Mr. Wayne.

Help me. Help.

Why should I?
You were willing to let Bruce Wayne leap.

Can we talk about it after you pull me up?

Can you get Mr. Wayne out of that spell?

I--
Can you?

I might try singing an antidote note.

Then do it.

Oh, but that's three octaves above high C.
Nobody's ever done it before.

My voice would be gone.

I'd rather die.

I'd rather live.

All right, I'll try it.

- Oh, Bruce, if only you were more like Batman.
-Batman.

Perhaps then you would have had the
strength to resist the Siren's stunning spell.

All right, Siren, do your stuff.

Robin.

- Batgirl. What's going on here?
-Don't worry about a thing, Mr. Wayne.

You're all right now. What about the others?

Chief O'Hara.

Here we go.

Oh.

Batman.

Barbara.

What's going on?

You were under the spell of the Siren,
Daddy.

The Siren, eh?

Hmm. The last thing I remember is...

That's funny.
I can't remember the last thing I remember.

Permanent amnesia apparently lasts
as long as a person is under Siren's spell.

I feel like Rip van Winkle.

You only slept like him.

Batman and Robin
took care of things perfectly.

Don't forget Batgirl.

And speaking of Batgirl, she was on her way
to fish Chief O'Hara out of--

Gotham Park Lake.

And begorra, she did.

But after she rescued me, she just vanished.

I walked over to the office to dry off...

...but I didn't do much drying.

All's well that ends well.

Particularly now that millionaire Bruce Wayne's
millions have been returned to him.

And Siren will be singing her stunning notes
from a cage with iron bars.

How right you are, Robin.

Shall we go?

Warden Crichton should find the Siren
a model prisoner, commissioner...

...if she doesn't open her mouth.

What in the world was that?

It's our newly-developed
Criminal Sensor Bat-indicator, commissioner...

...which apparently suggests that Penguin
has returned to the environs of Gotham City.

Lulu. Speak to me, Lulu.

Don't call me Lulu, Pengy.
It's Senora Lola Lasagne now.

Now, I'm not here in Gotham City
to be bothered by you.

I'm here to enter my prize-winning horse
in the Wayne Foundation handicap.

We're gonna make a tidy bundle
on that race, Lulu. Whah, Whah, whah.

And not only Penguin, commissioner...

...but some new female accomplice
named Lola Lasagne.

NARRATOR". Will Batman need more than luck
with Penguin and Lola?

Watch the next episode to find out.