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It's for the best, Rose. Trust me.

Of course, daddy.

It's just...

I liked him, and he liked me.

The boy was a bad bet.

Maybe not the same way as your mother, but...

Mom ran out on us.

Freddy wouldn't do that.

He was nice.

He was soft.

You need a man who can protect you,

someone who will get you out of this rotten town.

No more breakdowns, sweetie.

Not like your mother.

Right.

We'll find your Prince Charming. I promise.

What a dump. Thought we was going to Le Château.

We are, baby. We are.

Eddie's just got a little business to take care of first.

You just wiggle it back to the car. Hm?

- Keep my seat warm for me. - Sure, Eddie.

Don't be too long though.

Ow!

Collection day, Forrest.

- You got my swag? - Yeah, we got it.

Get a load of how this guy talks to me.

Like he's tough or somethin'.

Empty the till, sweetheart.

Or...

you and me can work out a private deal.

You keep your mitts off her, she's not in this.

She is, if I say she is.

Look, I never had any trouble with Thorne, and I don't want any with you.

You got your cut. Take it and get out.

You trying to tell me how to run my business?

Think that's healthy?

I was ten years on the force. Seen hundreds of punks just like you.

Know where they are now? Six feet under.

Nobody buying flowers for any of them.

The old guy's got stones, boys!

Gotta respect that.

"Nobody's buyin' flowers."

That's a good one.

Shouldn't we call the police?

It's fine, sweetie.

Guys like that are all bark and no...

Here's your flowers, old guy!

How do ya like 'em?

Rose get down!

Daddy!

Hey, toots! Over here!

Active scene, O'Brian, beat it.

Sure thing, detective. Already got the money shot.

If you think of somethin', call me.

Okay?

Anytime, day or night.

- Anything from the frail? - Mm-mn.

How 'bout you? Any witnesses steppin' up?

Nah, whole neighborhood's deaf, dumb and blind.

Nobody's crossin' this 'Riddler' guy.

Gordon and Forrest walked a beat together back in the day

The florist was an ex-cop?

Mm-hm. Wife ran out.

He took the gold watch, so he could raise his baby daughter.

Said he had no business risking his life on the job.

Yeah? Look how that worked out.

Yeah. Poor girl.

I see our Mr. Riddler is escalating.

Daylight robberies, random shootings.

More in the last three weeks, than in all of last year.

The mob is certainly more chaotic now that Rupert Thorne has gone underground.

Poor girl. I hope she's bearing up all right.

You know her?

In a manner of speaking.

I'm a regular patron at her father's flower shop.

A florist... Who are you buying flowers for?

For the Waynes' graves.

I thought the cemetery took care of that.

No, sir, it does not.

The crimes are all taking place in an expanding circle,

centering on this neighborhood.

The so-called "Narrows" section of the city.

Get the car fueled for tonight.

I'm going hunting.

Very good, sir.

No more breakdowns.

Not like your mother.

We'll find your Prince Charming, sweetie. You need a man who can protect you.

About time you did something useful, Mommy. Almost.

But not quite. Still needs something...

Hold it right there, sister.

Turn around.

Nice and easy.

Well, well. What do we have here?

A flatfoot? Are you going to arrest me?

You gonna make it worth my while not to?

Now, you're asking for it.

Oh, I'm definitely asking for it.

But you're not the one who's gonna give it to me.

Window shoppin's okay. It's a free country.

But you should know, I already punched that ticket.

Funny. Looks like he's only got eyes for me right now.

He's a man. He likes shiny things.

But as soon as the glow wears off a new toy,

he comes back.

Everytime.

Daddy always told me, keep a dog on a leash.

Then they don't wander.

Eddie ain't no dog, toots. He's all man, and he's mine.

You'll see.

Hey there, Eddie! Forgive me, Mr. Nygma.

- Flass. - So, congrats.

Heard you're Thorne's official front man now.

What can I say? The boss knows talent.

You're droppin' a lot more bodies though.

Makin' a lot more noise.

Clearin' a lot more cash too.

New times. New moves.

Big show means a lot more eyes on the players.

Might be good to have a guy on the legal side to, uh...

smooth things over, from time to time.

You got a point, you need to get to it, Flass.

Busy man, you know?

Yeah, absolutely. I just dropped by to remind Mr. Thorne...

him and me got a nice business relationship.

Hate to see it go to waste.

And what did that relationship get him, exactly?

Rupert Thorne got taken down by the Batman,

locked up by Gotham PD.

He barely skates out of a twenty-year bid at Blackgate.

And now what? Hiding out in his own city.

You sure you wanna buy what he's selling?

Lady's got a point, Flass. What do ya say?

Well, I say...

men are talking, sweetheart.

How about you take a walk?

Let us enjoy the view.

Did you want me to go?

You kiddin'?

Baby, you just made my night.

But Flass needs a drink. Don't you, detective?

Grab one at the bar. On me.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Mr. Nygma. Ma'am.

Have a nice stroll, doll.

Drift.

Oh, my. A real gentleman.

Lady interrupts my private business, seems smart to give her what she wants.

And what do I want, Mr. Nygma?

Eddie, baby, please.

Right now, I'm thinkin'... martini?

For a start, but I want more.

I want it all. Just like you.

But unlike all these stiffs on your payroll,

I can help you get it.

Oh, yeah, baby?

Keep talkin'.

Rose? Are you there?

Coming!

Phil Forrest was a good cop.

And a good partner.

More than that, he was a good man.

Devoted to his brother officers. To his city.

And above all, to protecting his little girl.

- I hope I'm not intruding. - Mr. Pennyworth.

You're early. I'm sorry, I don't have your order.

No, Alfred, please.

I didn't come for my order.

I wanted to offer my condolences for your loss.

Your father was a good man.

Oh, thank you.

Yes, he was.

Forgive me.

Are you sure it's wise to stay here alone?

Perhaps you have a relative you could stay with?

Oh, I couldn't possibly leave. So much work to do.

I've got this big order, and Daddy always said you have to keep busy.

Idle hands...

The devil's workshop. Yes. It's a...

It's a good sentiment, but so soon after...

I'm...

I'll be fine, Alfred.

I promise.

Of course.

If there is anyway that I or Mr. Wayne can be of assistance,

please, do not hesitate to call.

Am I boring you, baby?

You? Never.

This place? Dullsville.

Let's get outta here and find some fun.

Baby, we'll paint the town red.

Give it up, Nygma. You're surrounded.

Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air.

Did ya hear that? They got us surrounded.

- Oh, dear. - Okay, Gordon. I admit it.

Ya almost got me.

Bomb!

- Anyone behind us, doll? - Who cares?

Damn it!

You just drive, baby.

Thought you'd never find us.

Get him, boys!

You're gonna regret that!

Nice work, baby! The freak's out cold.

I coat them with digitalis.

It's a derivative of foxglove, but oleander's just as deadly.

- So... he's dead? - Just napping.

Oh, yeah?

- Well, let's make that nap permanent... - What's the rush?

Take your time, you know...

Enjoy it.

Oh, good! Thought you were going to sleep through the grand finale.

Word of advice, freak!

When the fun train's rollin', stay off the tracks.

Baby, you're the greatest.

I did enjoy that.

And that's just for starters. Tonight's your night, baby.

I gotta say, baby.

You are the cherry on this whole sundae.

Oh, yeah? I always thought of myself as more of a rose.

Whatever. The Batman's gone, my boys are taking over this whole town.

One murder at a time, huh?

I got plans, baby. Big plans.

After we take Gotham, I'm thinkin' Bludhaven is lookin' ripe.

We? You mean, you and me?

I mean, I think it's time to take this party, someplace more... private.

What? No! You're dead!

If he ain't now, he's gonna be. Get him, boys.

Come on, Prince Charming. I know a place where we can lay low.

Next time, I won't miss.

You can't have him!

She can't have him, he's mine!

That cheap dime-store floozy.

Everything was going perfect till Eddie shot up that damn flower shop.

Hey, what gives?

What kinda hideout is this?

The kind where no one's gonna come looking.

Go on, it's open.

This some kinda sick joke?

Don't you like it, Eddie? Rose made it for you.

No, it ain't possible.

You... her...

That girl was a mouse!

Rose was sweet.

I bet, someday,

she could even have found it in her heart to forgive you.

Me? I woke up when you killed her father.

And I do not.

You crazy bitch!

Gotham crime boss Eddie "The Riddler" Nygma was found shot

to death early this morning in a downtown flower shop.

The flower shop was also the scene of an earlier killing.

Horrid business.

- I should check in on Rose. - You won't be seeing her again.

What?

"Thorn," sir?

- It seemed appropriate, considering... - I don't understand.

You're saying... Rose did all this?

- The Rose I know could never... - She had a bad day.

One very bad day.

Sometimes, that's all it takes.

And now...

Do you think that Rose is still in danger?

The man who killed her father is dead.

She'll wanna put a lot of distance between herself and Gotham.

But if she ever comes back...

I'll be waiting.

To Eddie.

May he be drunk in Heaven before the devil knows he's dead.

To Eddie!

What the hell are we gonna do now?

What will you do?

That's very simple.

You'll all be working for me.