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Come on, fellas!

Have a heart. It don't gotta be this way!

Rest in pieces, rat.

Hey, this one's off the books, right?

- We don't need to... - Relax. Already called the man.

See? Speedy delivery.

Hm. Bullet holes.

I don't like holes.

Hey, you air a guy out, there's gonna be holes.

Very well.

Payment now, yes?

What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure thing.

No more like this, yes?

No holes, no cuts. No marks.

Or no more business.

And... done.

May we now hope that Gotham's bloodbath is finally over, Master Bruce?

Riddler's dead. If he was Thorne's revenge on Gotham, there's no reason that stops.

Presuming Thorne's masterminding all of it,

it's a bit out of character for him to stay hidden.

Yes, it is.

Is it not just gang warfare? That's not unusual.

In Gotham, it's practically de rigueur.

Gangsters take credit for their hits.

They display the bodies as a warning to rivals.

As you asked, I looked into the outgoing airplane flights

and steamer ships at that time.

Neither Thorne appears on any manifest.

Possibly, they've taken on false identities.

Calling all cars. Calling all cars.

Found at the bottom of Gotham Lake,

a vehicle matching the description of Rupert Thorne's sedan.

Commissioner Gordon needs available uniforms on site now.

Ten minutes from school to Napier Street.

I'll be able to cover the whole borough!

Hey! Get your dirty mitts off of me, you big...

Ah, nuts.

Curfew's at 5 PM, kid. You know what that means.

This is the fourth time, ma'am.

We appreciate your trouble. Carrie can be a little rambunctious.

You ain't hearin' me. These orphans, they're all half-criminals.

Shady upbringing, every one.

You gotta watch 'em, around the clock, or they'll run all over ya.

Curfew was only ten minutes ago, Mr. Bolluck.

I'm sure Carrie just lost track of time.

It's "officer". Still got the badge.

Officer, of course.

Thank you again for getting Carrie home safe, again. But honestly...

Listen! Keep her home, and keep this crappy bike off the street!

I catch her breaking curfew again, she's going straight to juvie.

My advice? See if that orphanage has a return policy.

Ah, shut up!

Yes, well... Thank you again! Officer Bullock.

Have a nice night!

That man is insufferable.

The time he puts in harassing an innocent ten-year-old girl is beyond me!

He's not wrong. I bet I'm not the kid you thought you were getting when you...

Nonsense. You're a delight!

A little rough around the edges. So was I at your age.

The soup's on, you two! Another Dad's Diner special!

Burgers and fries! Swell!

Stop worrying. It's only been a couple of months.

She needs to settle in. Make some friends.

She's had enough trouble in her life without that man.

You said it yourself, she's a good kid.

We're good parents, she just needs time.

And she needs to get that homework done soon!

You hear me, young lady?

Yes, sir! Nearly done!

And then right to bed, Carrie. No horsing around!

Absolutely! Math, then bed. Yes, sirree!

I hate lying to the Carsons. But they don't get it!

Like the Gray Ghost always says,

"The road of life takes many turns, but crime is a dead end."

They need a protector, they need a hero...

They need... The Crime Smasher!

What's that, Carrie?

Uh, nothing! Fine! Goin' to bed now!

Night, night!

I'll show you juvie, Bullock!

Bingo!

I knew I'd find you.

Bingo!

Where on Earth? Oh...

The case of the missing mutt is now closed.

On to the next case!

Full photo spread, and then back to GCPD for forensics.

You know, monitoring police radio's a felony.

Thorne didn't go into hiding. Either he was murdered or...

Kidnapped. That's the pitch here, right?

Thing is, we've only got the one empty car. No sign of violence.

Second set of tracks. Heavy. Deep imprints. Wide chassis base.

Look, we can't prove kidnapping without victims.

The one guy who could tell us for sure is dead.

The Riddler was an opportunist, not a planner.

He didn't do this.

Maybe. Or maybe Thorne just dumped the car here to hide his tracks.

If you're right, there's a body somewhere.

Find it, and we've got something.

Some street toughs up to no good.

It's time to smash some crime!

Whoa! Let's get outta here!

Hey! It's a crime to leave an accident scene!

That you caused!

Crime is a dead end!

It's only been three hours. That's fast, even for you.

Fifteen companies in Gotham use private delivery trucks,

none with a fleet bigger than five.

You found this out already?

Eight used the wrong model.

Two were locked down by the city, pending safety violation hearings.

So we're talking five... workable.

When you find out more, get back to me fast. I'll put some men on it.

Done.

You know, we just might crack this working together.

Wallace Wood Drive! That cuts through Old Gotham.

That is rough country, but it's my only lead.

That's it.

There's the truck. I can't believe I found it...

Carrie Kelly?

Batman! You remember me!

I mean... of course you remember me. I saved your life.

What are you doing here?

I'm working a case. A delivery guy wrecked this kid's bike.

I tracked him to his hideout.

You have to go home now, Carrie.

Crime Smasher! I'm Crime Smasher now.

I'm doing what you do! I'm a detective.

You're a child. This work is dangerous.

But I wanna help. You need somebody sometimes.

No, I don't.

The scum I deal with wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes.

Now go home, Carrie.

But I... I saved you.

- I can... - You're wasting my time!

I said, go home!

Well, well.

Look at this here.

Guess the freaks do come out after dark in this burg.

What in the h...

The Batman, yes? Mr. Zero has heard the stories.

What a magnificent specimen you are.

Peak physicality. No holes in the flesh.

No cuts.

You will be my masterpiece.

- Ah, sorry about that, boss. - Guy got the drop on us.

Shut up. There's work to do.

"Go home, Carrie! It's dangerous, Carrie!"

Yeah? Was it dangerous when I saved your life that time?

Stupid grownups.

What a jerk!

Yeah, right. How can I enjoy the good life when I can't even...

Gotcha! Look what we have here.

Little orphan hoodlum, breaking curfew.

Let go of me, Bullock! What are you even doing here?

I figured you'd sneak out, you little thief.

You may have snowed those dumb parents of yours, but not me.

I'm working a case.

Maybe if you did your job, I wouldn't have to!

And there's the sass mouth!

You got no clue who I am, kid.

The things I've done to grownup folks for even looking at me sideways.

But you're gonna learn.

I know exactly what you are, Bullock.

You're scum. Nothing but scum.

Couple years in juvie should settle your hash.

Some of them kids are as big as me.

Couple of nice beatdowns will teach you how it is.

And if not, they got lady prisons, and I bet...

Hyah!

You little puke!

Hey! Get back here!

The Gray Ghost never quits a case before it's solved.

And neither does Crime Smasher.

The road of life takes many turns.

Crime is a dead end.

Whoa!

Hm. Just a creepy statue.

Batman?

Carrie.

- Told you to go. - And I didn't listen.

Heroes help heroes. It's a rule.

Are you okay?

The lever... over there.

Don't worry. I'll get you out of this.

Need... my belt.

Are you crazy? We gotta get outta here!

Thorne.

And what is this?

A moppet trying to steal my masterpiece?

No one will impede my genius!

But perhaps it'll make a lovely addition to my diorama.

Go.

Now!

Back off, freak!

Think I'm scared of some crazy fake Basil Karlo?

Philistine!

Mr. Zero is an artiste!

Let your eyes travel across my wondrous collection.

Wait, all these are... people?

Real people?

- Oh, my God. - My work!

You've destroyed my work!

Monster!

Carrie. Go!

Savages! Peasants!

Vile creature! You will pay for this!

Mr. Zero will see to it that you are dead!

Dead! Dead! Dead!

Batman... Hey!

You'll hit the liquid nitrogen and freeze into a beautiful angel.

Then I will shatter you into little icy pieces!

Huh?

Boss!

Batman! Catch!

Huh?

The road of life takes many turns.

Crime is a dead end.

So, you like Gray Ghost movies?

A long time ago.

They're... inspiring.

Yeah, they are.

So listen... I'm kind of busy with my own cases.

Maybe I'll just let you handle the rest of... all this?

You saved me.

I owe you a thank you.

And what I said earlier, I'm...

Oh, my God! I gotta get home!

Damn it!

Hey! Get back here, you!

Don't run! No, really, please don't run.

Officer? Is something wrong?

Where is she?

Officer Bullock? Where is who?

I told you before...

These orphans. Can't trust 'em.

They're always up to no good!

Who is it, daddy?

Just a simple misunderstanding, Carrie, go back to bed.

Mommy, can I have a glass of milk?

As you can see, our daughter is right here.

And she's got school in the morning. So, if you'll excuse us...

Goodnight, Officer Bullock.

Who hired you to clean up Thorne?

A client wants him gone. Mr. Zero makes his art.

Everyone's happy, yes?

GCPD is already on their way. Tell me who killed Rupert Thorne.

Talk!

Now!

No! Please, I swear! I'll tell you everything!

Client who brought Rupert Thorne to me was...