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Ben! Ethan! Wake up, ya goldbricks!

I got donuts!

Homemade?

Why would they be homemade? Who makes donuts at home?

What in the hell?

Triad Industries is under attack.

You are not the targets.

For your own safety, get out, now.

Now, that is the definition of a rum do.

At least there were no casualties. That’s something.

One wonders what was inside that might cause such an explosion.

The Express says "electrical fire."

Confined to three of the uppermost floors?

In a building containing no industrial equipment?

Don’t you find that odd?

What's odd is either of you caring about this at all.

If the papers are saying it’s an accident,

GCPD must’ve signed off.

I don't know.

There are an awful lot of unanswered questions.

Why are you here on a Saturday, Lucius?

Do you ever stop working?

Today is Monday, and that means...

paperwork.

Monday? Really?

Triad Industries?

Do I know that name?

The CEOs approached your company for funding. Rejected.

I remember. They gave some kind of presentation.

A new power source?

Ultrium. They had documents and a pitch reel.

All still at my office.

Great. Bring everything along tomorrow.

We’ll screen it in the theater. Pennyworth can make popcorn!

And why am I doing this?

What? I'm taking an active hand.

Pennyworth, I'm inside.

I hear you, sir. My notepad is at the ready.

The Express undersold it. No way an electrical fire caused this.

These look like...

blast craters.

They appear to be from simultaneous explosions.

As in grenades or bombs?

Inconclusive. I need to look at...

You've done a good job keeping a lid on things, Sal.

Thanks, Mr. Hardwick, sir.

But I was thinkin' maybe we let the cops in on what's been happening?

Let the partners decide what we can handle.

You just keep doing what you've been doing.

Keeping a lid on things.

What is that?

All over the world, people are starving.

Epidemics kill millions across the globe.

Nations wage war over territory and resources.

Generation after generation, century after century.

Is humanity fated to repeat these horrors forever?

I say, “no.”

Not if we look up.

Our future is in the stars.

Exploration.

Invention.

This future is made possible by my new rocket-based technology,

and by Ultrium, the fuel of the future.

Clean, pure, inexhaustible.

The perfect power for a golden destiny.

It’s time for humanity to blast off!

Why did we pass on this again?

Misters Lydecker, Lawford, and Hardwick wouldn’t let us

independently evaluate Ultrium and the designs for their rocket technology.

Am I sensing a change of mind on Triad?

Let's just say, my interest is peaked.

You wanna take another look at this project?

See how far along they are?

I do.

I like this version of you, Bruce. Participation suits you.

I’ll set up a meeting.

I don't know why I set up this meeting.

You never come to meetings.

You have no idea how things are supposed to go.

Don’t worry. I went to the same school as you, remember?

Gentlemen!

Warren Lawford, CEO of Triad Industries.

Good to see you again. And this is Bruce Wayne.

Of course it is. A pure pleasure, sir.

We've got so much to show you.

Thank you for taking this meeting on such short notice.

Nonsense. We welcome your renewed interest.

- You gave us the high hat last time. - Hardwick, is it?

It’s Lucius’s job to zealously protect my assets.

And I do.

But I couldn’t get your Ultrium project out of my mind.

I know exactly what you mean, Mr. Wayne.

Ultrium is a miracle element.

Nearly unlimited power generated by even the tiniest amounts.

Amazing.

Honestly, I was hoping to meet with Dr. Sutton. Her designs are incredible.

A genius like our Roxy comes along once in a generation.

The world will sing her praises for centuries to come, but...

Sutton's dead.

Lucius Fox.

Hello, again. Long time.

Armand Lydecker, meet Bruce Wayne. We’re giving Ultrium another look.

So Warren said.

So... Dr. Sutton?

Oh, you're talking about Roxy.

You see, there was... an accident.

An explosion at her home lab.

Tragic. Killed instantly, the poor girl.

Nothing left of her at all.

The important thing is most of Roxy’s notes,

her designs were copied prior to her death.

Enough to make sure her legacy survives.

We’ll use it to usher in a new golden age.

That’s... commendable.

This prototype really is impressive.

The project's in its final phase?

Even without Dr. Sutton?

Losing Roxy was a blow.

But yes, we’re actually ahead of schedule.

We’re demonstrating our working rocket prototype this weekend.

Think of it. A projectile as big as an office building,

powered by a single brick of Ultrium!

We’d love for you to attend our little demo.

Just us, a few foreign dignitaries,

and people with money and vision.

We're taking no chances.

The Ultrium will travel by rail to be stored at a secure Triad testing site.

Nothing will stop the launch.

A squad of Gunther’s best men will be on guard the whole time.

A lot of fuss for a shiny brick, huh?

What the hell?

Another one!

Dr. Sutton?

I saw her, Pennyworth.

Four Triad locations destroyed in the last year.

And not the result of accidents.

One? Accident.

Two? Coincidence.

Three, four, five now with the train.

There’s a six month gap between the destruction at Dr. Sutton’s home lab

and the first...

Are we calling them attacks officially?

Followed by the machine warehouse.

Now, this recent attack on the train,

and at the Triad home office.

Only their records library was destroyed.

Patents, blueprints, formulas.

You believe Dr. Sutton is responsible for all of it.

This was caused by small explosions,

the kind made by that rocket pistol of hers.

She's using her inventions to damage Triad.

Curious.

Why go to these lengths? Why fake her own death?

Too many questions.

But I've got an idea where to get some answers.

You have to stop this, Dr. Sutton.

You shouldn't have come here.

You haven’t killed anyone yet.

But your luck will run out. This vendetta can’t go on...

The masked vigilante is lecturing me about vendettas?

You need help. The accident obviously hurt your mind.

Accident? It was them.

I found out what those animals were doing with my work!

You’re trying to sell my plans to foreign powers!

Dr. Sutton. Roxy...

be reasonable.

Rockets to the stars cost money. This is how we...

You've breached our contract!

You'll be hearing from my lawyer.

When I discovered their plans for my work,

they tried to remove me.

If that’s true, they’re criminals.

I can get to the bottom of it. Bring them to justice.

Where were you when they were corrupting my work?

Where were you when they tried to kill me?

- Sutton's obsessed, Pennyworth. - And so I gather, sir.

Her campaign seems to have been quite successful thus far.

This testing facility is the last place left.

She'll certainly attack it then.

The demonstration is tomorrow. There’ll be guests, company personnel.

In situations like this, many would call in the police.

Perhaps warn Commissioner Gordon of the impending...

Gordon's people can't handle her.

With her technology, she'd cut through them like butter.

Then it's down to you...

again.

But the testing ground is hundreds of miles from Gotham.

However will you get there in time?

The rocket is a magnificent example of Triad technology,

but the real miracle is the power source.

Ultrium is clean, reusable, and easy to produce.

That behemoth is powered by a cube no bigger than a paperweight.

Welcome to the future, ladies and gentleman.

It’s one you will own.

At wholesale prices.

At least try to grow a spine, Armand.

Don't you get it?

What’s in the rocket is our last cube of Ultrium. If the test fails...

Your whining is starting to get on my nerves!

- Stop it. Both of you. - Let’s call it off, Warren.

We can say there were technical difficulties.

Call them all back in a few months.

“Call them all back?”

They won’t come! This is our only chance!

All our assets are tied to today’s success.

Once they see what we have, we’ll be awash in government contracts.

Private investment. Trust me.

Roxy's still out there!

Relax. Even if she does show, this time my boys are ready for anything she’s got.

See? Everything’s going to plan.

Right.

Start the countdown!

It's over, Dr. Sutton.

Look around!

Don't you see where we are?

This is my work.

Mine!

They’re selling it to madmen!

Mass murderers.

They’ll turn the whole world into a perpetual war z...

It’s called "business," Roxy.

Kill them! Kill them both!

Why couldn't you just take the money?

Let the men handle the business.

I won't have that blood on my hands!

You see now?

I’ve destroyed everything they stole from me.

All but one piece of Ultrium!

The one in the rocket.

I can rewire it, make sure the test fails.

It’ll bankrupt Triad.

That's it. I'm out of ammo.

I'm not.

Warren! Launch the rocket!

Do you hear me? Launch!

- Warren... - Launch the rocket!

Sir? We’re only halfway through the countdown.

I said, "Launch." Now!

I'll deal with them. Go!

Too late, freak!

There's nothing she can do. The demo will be a complete success!

- Are you quite sure about this, sir? - It's what she wanted.

In the right hands, Dr. Sutton's work could be transformative.

And whose hands would that be?