All language subtitles for Batman.Knightfall.Part.1.Knightfall.2026.1080p.WEBRip.10Bit.DDP5.1.x265-NeoNoir_Track3

They're all here?

Of course, they're all here.

I told Naja Naja
I'd get 'em, didn't I?

Do they have
enough air in there, brother?

Last time,
there wasn't enough air.

Yeah, yeah.
You make one mistake...

Don't worry.
They've got air, food, water.

It's like a cruise ship.

Hmm, good.

We get this shipment
to the ceremony,

our Lord might give you
another chance.

Maybe you'll survive
in Kali Yuga's new world.

You think so?

Oh, man...

We'll get them there on time.
I promise, Chen.

Kobra can count on me.

Don't lose your head.
Back to back.

Shoot at anything that moves.

It's the bat.

It's gotta be the bat!

There!

Did we get him?

You cavort with demons
and call them gods!

You embrace the darkness

and treat it
as if it was light.

Your judgment is at hand.

And I, Azrael...
find you guilty!

What in the hell?

Which way?

How should I know? Maybe--

Defiler.

Evil.

Your cult of serpents
must be punished.

Please... please don't.

I promise. I'll change my ways.

Please!

Kali Yuga, thank you.

Stay down.

Someone call 911!

No... No, not this.

Not again.

Please.

You have to help me.

You have to.

Come on. Push woman, push!

That's it, that's it.

C'mon, c'mon. Push!

Tell me.

It's...

It's a boy.

No, no!

It can't be true. No, please!

I'm so sorry,
my child.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Look, ma'am.

I do not make
the rules.

This is our way.

You and the boy must pay
for your husband's sins.

It isn't right!

Life rarely is.

- Oh, now what do we have here?
- Huh?

Hey!

Right now, I'm gonna
have a little snack.

What? Where is it?

Oh, you think that's funny?

Momma!

Momma.

Here, eat.

What have I told you? Huh?

No weakness. No pity.

Even for me.

You want to be kind
to your mama?

Then survive. Dominate.

Subjugate!

- But mom...
- No.

You do not make me
strong by showing me mercy.

If I am to live,
I must want to.

If you are to live,
you must want to.

This is the way of the world.

He's here.

I found something for you.

- What is it?
- An old magazine.

But it talks about Gotham City.

A place
with the prettiest women...

and handsome-looking men and

skyscrapers as high
as the eye can see.

It's a place a boy
could become a man.

- Here.
- "Gotham Today.

The strength
of Thomas Wayne..."

Thank you.

Of course.

How is your mother?

Sick.

Oh... I am sorry.

But if you need me,
I'll be here.

Look, Momma.
I have something new to read.

A wonder.

I thought you have read
everything they have.

Why?

Why do we read?

Because knowledge is strength.

And strength is survival.

Yes.

Good.

What is it about?

Someone named Thomas Wayne.

He lives in Gotham City.

I have heard of him.

He is a powerful man.

A strong man.

You could be a man like him.

Not from
inside these walls.

Then grow.

Grow until these walls
cannot hold you.

Till you burst free.

Then you can show the world...

people like this Thomas Wayne,

what true strength is.

I will, Momma.

I'll make them bow before me.

And then, I'll give you
a palace in the sky.

The world will know
our name, Momma.

Someday,
we'll go to this Gotham,

and it will be ours.

Don't worry.

Someday, it will be ours.

Mmm...

I heard about your mother.

You're all alone now.

Well, I know you must be sad,

but I can comfort you.

It's good to let others
carry your burdens.

That is weakness!

The strong carry
their own burdens.

And the weak,
they deserve what they get.

Hey!

Calm down!

Boy...

what have you done?

Goddamn it!

That is not a boy.

That's a demon.

A bane
to everything that is holy.

Take him.

Place him
in the Cavidad Oscuro.

It would be a mercy
to kill you quickly... Bane.

But there is
no more mercy here.

The government forbids me
from executing you,

but I have other ways.

Don't worry.

No one has survived
the Cavidad Oscuro for long.

So your stay
will be a short one.

Here's something for you

to pass what little time
you have left.

Ah, look at that.
You have friends!

Hiciste amigos.

I see the hate burning
in your eyes, boy.

Let's hope it's enough
to keep you warm.

Is that the kid?

How long has he been
down there?

Forever.

If he can survive, so can we.

He has shown us.

You are a survivor,
which means you are strong.

And we need strong men.

Our government
has created something.

Something that will
make our soldiers more than...

mortal.

If we can find someone
strong enough to withstand it.

We've had little
success so far.

But maybe you
will be different, eh?

This is your chance to pay
for the sins of your father.

It is called "Venom."

And with it,

we will return Santa Prisca
to its former glory.

Our glory.

Ah...

I thought
he would survive

where the others could not.

No matter.

I have an entire building
of unwilling guinea pigs.

No, no!

Please... don't...

Please, I...
I'll give you anything.

Just let me live.

Live?

You do not know what it means
to live. It is not a right.

It is a prize...

A prize which must be won!

Please.

I should thank you.

You made me survive.

Made me embrace the darkness.

Learn what true strength is.

And now I must give
others that gift.

What...

What...

What are you?

What you said,
"a demon, an abomination.

A bane to everything
that is holy."

Surrender!

No.

No, por favor... No!

Bane!
Bane! Bane! Bane! Bane!

So,
what gives you hope, Mr. Wayne?

Now?

Well, I hope
we can move this along

so I can go back to work.

Please take this seriously.

Oh, I am.

I thought you were
supposed to help me

with some of my
more serious physical problems.

In order to do what I do,
to heal the body,

we have to make sure
we heal the mind.

So, as I was saying,
what gives you hope?

I don't know.

A good scotch.

A nice watch.

Uh-huh.

If you won't start,
maybe I should.

Mr. Wayne, I did a deep dive
on you the other day.

- I'm flattered.
- Don't be.

What I found
was really quite interesting.

The tabloids reported
you had a falling out

with your son, Dick Grayson?

It was...

It was time for him to move on.

And then your second ward,
Jason Todd?

By your own admission,
a hard case.

Well...
I'm sorry for your loss.

And you mentioned
a new intern at work. Tim?

He's... um...

Smart. Determined.

- In need?
- I'm sorry.

I don't really understand--

Oh, Mr. Wayne.

Bruce, please.

Mr. Wayne,
we both know you understand.

You may have all of your board,

the media, whatever debutante

you take out
on the town fooled.

But I've been listening to you
for a few days,

and I know
how intelligent you are.

I know the mask you put on
for those around you.

I'm here because I thought
you might be able to help me

with some of my
physical issues.

No. You're here because
your surrogate father

said he'd quit
if you didn't find help.

I want to help you, Mr. Wayne.

And in order for me to help,

I need to know
what and who I'm helping.

I see.

I'll make sure you're paid
for wasting your time.

When I ask you
what gives you hope,

it seems obvious to me.
But you don't seem to see it.

Enlighten me.

People. Helping people.

It's obvious from your own
personal tragedies

that you're working out
the trauma you experienced

as a little boy
by helping others.

What's fascinating, however,

is that you don't
recognize the need

to be helped in return.

Instead, you continue to think

these people would be lost
without you.

Which makes you,
if I can be blunt...

You weren't before?

It makes you a control freak
with a messiah complex.

You need help, Mr. Wayne.

And if you don't ask for it,
something's going to break.

And things that break

aren't easily
put back together.

Cell 113, secured.

Cell 114, secured.

Secure?

If I was secure,
I'm sure they'd let me out.

I am late for a tea party,
after all.

Nutball.

Stan?

I just heard a noise
in the east wing.

Is that you?

Stan?

Stan, this isn't funny.

Ohh...

Well, maybe
you're going bonkers.

But I'll tell you
a little secret,

all the best people are.

Shut up, Hatter!

Stan!

Okay, I'm pulling the alarm.

You hear me?

I hear you.

Ohh...

I might make the tea party
after all.

♪ I'm going to the party ♪

♪ I'm going to the party ♪

The liberation
of Gotham begins.

Shouldn't you slow down?

No.

I didn't mean driving.

I meant...

You haven't slept since Arkham
exploded two days ago.

You need to rest.

I'll rest when everyone
that's escaped is captured.

Not before.

Right now,
we're all that stands

between those inmates
and the fall of Gotham.

Well, maybe we should ask
Jean-Paul for help.

His training is coming along

and he hasn't
had an outburst in--

I told you, he's a bomb
that needs to be defused.

The only reason
he's in the cave is that

we have a chance to help him
where no one else would.

We just need to keep
an eye on him,

to give him purpose,
to show him his skills

can be a blessing
instead of a curse.

We're here.

Stay put.

What? I'm coming with you.

No, you're not.

Man the aerial drone. Relay
anything that might warrant it.

Yes, sir.

North of your location,

it looks like Mad Hatter
is having a party.

Yes, yes.
You're all doing splendidly.

Now, I think it's time
for dessert.

Everyone, you see
the knives in front of you?

Pick them up.

You all had a hand
in sending me to Arkham.

So why not use those hands
to kill yourselves?

Oh, look, it's Batman.

Hello, dear.

How nice of you to join us.

Come on, sit down.

Sit down.

Would you like
a nice cup of tea?

Mad Hatter, the party's over.

Over?

But, we just got here.

My friends are wearing
their party hats,

and now they'll do
whatever I want them to do.

And what I want them to do,

is play a favorite game
of a friend of mine.

Off with your head.
Off with your head.

Off with your head.
Off with your head.

Off with your head!

Oh!

My days!
I've never seen that before.

Well, Batman,
you've really lost your touch.

I expected more
from the Dark Knight.

What? Where am I?

This party is getting boring.

Let's end the night
with a bang!

You insolent--

I told you to wait in the car.

I'm sorry. I... It looked like
you needed some help.

Hmm.

- No!
- Jean-Paul?

Are you all right?

Alfred.

Yes.

Yes, I think so.

Take heart.

You lasted longer
than last time,

and the time before that.

All in all, you're making
tremendous progress.

Yes, but...

Uh, what they did to me,
Alfred.

I had a life before Azrael.

Before the Order of Dumas.

At least I thought I did.

Now I...

I don't know who or...

what I am.

You are a man that was abused

by this Order of Dumas...
Your father.

What they did
was unconscionable.

But we'll fix it, my boy.

Batman does not take people
into his confidence lightly.

You're here because he thinks
it's the best place

for you to heal, to recover.

And you're well on your way.

In the meantime,
may I recommend doing

what we Englishmen do
when things get a bit rough?

What's that?

Have a spot of tea.

I was not trying
to disobey you.

I just... It looked like
you needed help, that's all.

What I need is for you
to follow orders.

Look into what caused
the explosion at Arkham.

Ask Jean-Paul.

Maybe his considerable
computer skills can be of use.

I should be in the field and--

Right. Understood.

Master Bruce,
may I make you some food, sir?

No, Alfred,
I'm just back to resupply.

Sir, if I may,
you are looking a bit weary.

You need to sleep.

I'm sure the Arkham escapees
would love that,

but I can't give them a break.

Not now.

Radio in if you find anything.

He's tired, Tim.

I'm sure you'll be back out
on patrol in no time.

I know.

I'm just worried.

He's been going nonstop
for two days.

That's a long time
with no rest,

even for Batman.

Yes, you're right, of course.

Since you'll be staying here
for the evening,

shall I tell your father
that you'll be working late?

I'm not staying here.

Master Bruce wanted you
to stay in the Batcave.

He didn't say stay
in the Batcave.

He said, "Figure out
how Arkham exploded

with Jean-Paul." And that's
exactly what we're gonna do.

I don't think Master Bruce
will take kindly

to your semantic loophole.

If Batman's gonna
push himself to the edge,

I have to try to help him
as best I can.

I need to check out
the bomb site in person.

I'll be careful, I promise.

And Jean-Paul?

Does he really need to go?

He's been stuck in here
for weeks. Batman said,

"We have to show him
there's more he can do."

Besides, I don't have
a driver's license

and I kinda need a lift.

Zsasz is a killer.

Every minute we are out here
puts those women in danger.

I'm not sending my men in there
to be killed one at a time.

We wait.

For what? Your vigilante friend
to show up?

I'll, uh, check on SWAT's ETA.

Commissioner,

we are paid to stand
in harm's way.

That's the job.

Some day, he won't be here
to clean up our city's mess,

and it's gonna be up to us.

We know what to do.

Just let us do it.

There's a difference between
what we do and what he does.

If that day comes,

the one you're describing,
Detective Montoya,

where he's not here to fight
these crazies,

Gotham City
will already be lost.

And there won't be a damn thing
we can do about it.

I'll check the perimeter.

Don't prove me wrong.

Please, no! Please, no!

- Please.
- Come here, zombie.

Let my blade
have a look at you.

Please. Please don't.

You spend so much time
on your face,

your hair, your makeup.
It's all so pointless.

Your existence is pointless.

Just another zombie.

But I'm here,

here to set you free
from your meaningless life!

Isn't that wonderful?

Freeze!

Put the gun down, zombie,

or this pretty smile

gets a whole lot wider.

Let the girl go, Zsasz!

Why? So she can keep doing
the same things over and over?

Not gonna happen, zombie.

Take me.

Take me instead.

A hero?

How sweet.

The gun's down.

I'm right here.

Well, I'm sure
you'll taste sweet too.

All that blue blood.

What did your sacrifice
get you?

Hmm?

After you're dead,
I'll move on to the rest,

and nothing on this earth

can stop me.

Oh, look at him, zombie.

You can see it, can't you?

He's just like me.

A predator.

He's not like you.

He doesn't kill.

He doesn't?

How can you be sure?

Oh, look at him...

tired, wavering...

How long before he gives in
to his darker desires?

Oh, come on, let's find out.

What do you say?

I say...

you talk too much.

You have the hostages?

Go!

Predator...

like me.

Batman! Stop!

I...

Is he dead?

Just... like... me.

No.

I... I...

I need to go.

You almost killed him.

If this is how you help,
you're no better than they are.

What the hell happened,
Montoya?

Your hero, Commissioner,

he's losing control.

Are you sure
I need to wear this?

Can't have anyone linking you
to me or Batman, you know?

What exactly
are we looking for?

Evidence.

Reports said that
it was a gas explosion.

But GCPD, fire,

everyone seems to be
stretched thin.

I'm guessing they barely
looked this place over

before they headed
to their next emergency.

Hey, Robin, what's this?

Huh.

That's unusual.

What is?

The burn pattern here.

Or the lack of one.
Like something exploded out.

Look, see the scorch marks
moving upward

almost in a sphere shape.

This was a bomb.

Some sort of
multiple plastique.

How do you know all this stuff?

You're just a kid.

A kid that loves
mysteries, puzzles.

I may never be the detective
that Batman is,

but I'm definitely gonna
give him a run for his money.

Here. Look.

There's the detonator.

A little of
the explosive residue.

And...

That's a spectrometer.

Yes, a very expensive
portable one.

Hey, looks like you haven't

forgotten everything
from your past.

It's all jumbled,
like a puzzle.

Bits and pieces
that come and go.

I know, but don't worry,

it will all come back,
I promise.

But until then,
I appreciate your help.

Well, beats midterms.

I've seen this particular
brand of explosive before.

A couple weeks ago, a member
of the Bertinelli crime family

used it on an armored car,
which means...

Another field trip?

You read my mind.

It's been
a couple of days, boss.

You must've worked up a riddle
that'll get us rich.

Riddle me this, boys.

Why was the loud hunter
mauled by his prey?

Hmm?

Because he didn't
shut his trap.

No.

Something else
is going on out there.

A riddle I haven't
found the answer to.

We wait it out until the time--

No one sits out tonight.

Who...

You.

You are responsible
for all the chaos in Gotham.

The chaos
has always been there.

I'm just helping
everyone rise above it.

And you...

I am helping you find out
what true strength is.

Scarface! No!

You're losing it, Bats.

Really losing it.

I got him.
I got the Batman.

Batman doesn't look so good.

No.

No, he doesn't.

Failed me.
You failed me. You failed me.

You got me killed.

No.

You're gonna get Tim killed.

Jean-Paul, Alfred.

This city would be
better off without you.

You're the reason
Gotham suffers!

This... isn't... real.

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Mr. Wayne?

Bruce.

Is that you?

I'm tired, Shondra.

Have you slept?

There's no time.

No time for what?

Bruce...

I want to help you,
but the first step

in getting help is to want it.

You called me for a reason.

I know your work is important.

I know that you've been
running yourself ragged.

But, Bruce,
you need to slow down.

Where are you?

In my car.

Good.
Come to the office.

I'm working late anyway,
and we can talk.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I...

I have to go.

Bruce, don't--

You figured it out!

"I am a king that works
every day,

every second, every hour,
every minute, day in day out."

"What am I?"

Welcome to
Crowning Clock Tower, Batman.

Nygma!

What...

What happened to you?

Another riddle. But the answer
isn't one you're going to like.

Hmm.

I can't feel a thing.

I can't feel... a thing.

What did he do to me?

The bomb!

If I don't get out of here,
we're both going to die.

Sergeant, take two men
and go down that alley.

Nygma?

He ran off. Fast, too.

Looked like he was
hopped up on something.

He couldn't have gotten far.

Batman, are you okay?

Why wouldn't I be?

Look at you,
you look like hell.

Besides...

I'm getting reports...

Of what?

You're off your game.

You're a little more
edgy than usual.

I'm fine.

Bullshit.

We've worked with
each other for years.

You're not fine.

Look,

if you ever need to talk,

I'm here.

Tell him it's delicious,
would you, Gino?

Sure thing, boss. I can--

You've got a lotta nerve,
bird boy.

Is this supposed
to mean something?

That's a piece of explosive
I found at Arkham.

I think it belongs to you.

That has nothing
to do with--

Sure it does.

Blow up Arkham,
let some crazies loose,

keep everyone busy.

But why?

To pull off a heist?

Kill a couple of
competing gangs?

I told you that wasn't me.

It was some other guy.

What other guy?

I don't know.

Robin, is this--

Watch and learn.

Okay!

Okay, I'll tell you
what I know.

Last week, I got a call.

It was a dinner
for the five families.

I thought it was
to discuss business,

but as it turned out,

it was just to get us all
in the same room.

I didn't call this.

I thought you did, Vincent?

Like I wanna
see your faces

outside of Christmas Mass.

He stepped out of
the shadows so quick,

we didn't even notice.

He killed Vincent in a second,

and then...

Mayhem.

He called himself "Bane."

Asked me
where we held our explosives.

Come on, what was I gonna do?

I swear, I thought
I was gonna die.

But he just looked at me...

like I was... less.

And then, he left.

And that's why you
beefed up your security.

You're afraid he's coming back.

Yeah, but instead,
I got you. Too bad.

Move!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey! It's okay.

You're okay.

No. I can't be here.

I can't!

Just tell me what
you want and leave me alone.

Where'd you say
you kept those explosives?

Are you okay?

No.

What I did was...

What you did is save us.

Batman was right.

These skills
can be used for good.

I didn't feel good, Robin.

I felt...

Out of control.

I could've killed someone.

But you didn't.

The deprogramming is working,
Jean-Paul.

Look how far you've come.

Listen, I have to go
check out this lead.

Head back to the cave,
and when I get back,

we'll sort this out, okay?

Bruce?

I'm sorry, I...

I didn't want to go home,
I thought--

What happened?

I was...

mugged.

You don't have to tell me
what happened,

but don't insult me
by lying about it.

Let me get something
for that wound.

I shouldn't have come.

I just need paper towels
and tape.

And then I'll leave.

- I'll pay for your time.
- What?

I said, I shouldn't have come.

I'm glad you did.

When you called earlier...
Lie back.

I was worried.

This is bad.

We should get you
to a hospital.

No. No hospitals.

Okay...

Can I call someone? Alfred?

No.

He'll just make a fuss.

You're lucky to have someone
in your life to make a fuss.

This one is going
to need stitches.

I have a bandage that will stop
the bleeding as best I can,

but you need a doctor.

Just sit back and relax.

Here... Oh.

It should be up ahead.

Well, what do we have here?

Please,
come in and find out.

You can dispense
with the subterfuge, Mr. Drake.

I know you're awake.

You must be Bane.

What do you want?

You are the detective.
You tell me.

What do I want?

You killed four
of the five crime families,

took their explosives,
destroyed Arkham.

Well, go on.

Maybe you're trying
to start a gang war.

Or you were hired
by a rival mob.

Nothing so mundane.

Try again.

You know who I am,

- so you must know who--
- Yes.

I know what Mr. Wayne likes
to play at during the night.

It's a wonder that
more people don't know.

He does such a poor job
covering it up.

Him...

You're here for him.

Mmm-hmm.

Arkham, the gangs...

the police will be stretched
so thin that

Batman will pick up the slack.

And you knew that.

You want him weak
so you can... what?

Kill him?

Break him.

You are better at this
than I gave you credit for.

But why?

Bruce Wayne
has crippled this city.

He has allowed
the weak to thrive.

His father knew that.

His strength built this city
into the envy of the world.

A dream that kept me going
for many years.

So, imagine my surprise
when I arrived to find

it has been turned into

- a cesspool of weakness...
- Come back!

- Hey! Aren't you gonna help me?
- ...and charity.

I wonder how Bruce's father
would feel

knowing that his son
is the reason...

...it has become a city

of weaklings, vagrants,
and madmen.

I've come to fix this city.

The weak will perish
and the strong will thrive.

When Batman finds you
lifeless like the last Robin,

his spirit will
finally be broken.

And I can get rid of the thing
that is holding Gotham back

from its return to greatness.

So you're crazy,
just like the rest of them.

Oh, I think you'll find

I am nothing
like the rest of them.

Father, forgive me.

I...

Tonight I remembered...

all of it. I...

I saw what I did.

And it was... horrible.

How can I live knowing that...

that there's something
inside of me

that can do such harm?

My son,

the Lord can take what is meant
for evil and turn it to good.

What is inside of you
is meant for something more.

Your experience, skills,

God can use those
to help the world

instead of hurting it.

- How?
- By accepting your destiny.

By becoming the knight
Saint Dumas wants you to be.

You are chosen.

Accept your destiny

and become that
which you are meant to be!

Azrael!

Alfred?

Master Bruce,
it's Tim.

He's been hurt.

Huh?

Hmm.

What happened?

I figured it out, Bruce,
who blew up Arkham.

Where's Jean-Paul?

He got spooked.

You should've seen him though.

He moved like lightning.

I think the system is triggered

in a life or death type
of scenario.

He took out half a dozen
of Bertinelli's men

in a couple of seconds.
It was crazy.

- What were you thinking?
- Master Bruce! I--

No. No, Alfred.

I told you to stay here.

Actually, you didn't.

- Your exact words--
- You knew what I meant!

You're not ready.

You could have gotten killed.

But I didn't.

And I found out who's creating
all this chaos in Gotham.

- They call him Bane, and--
- You're fired.

- What?
- Master Bruce.

Please,
let me get you some food.

No. I need a partner
that does what he's told.

I can't have another Robin die

because they don't
follow orders.

I'm not Jason.

No. You're not.

Get your things and leave.

Alfred will drive you home.

I'll have a talk with him.

He's just tired.
He'll come around.

I don't think so.

Alfred, Tim, I'm tired
and I shouldn't have said--

Alfred! Tim!

Bane.

I have sought you out,
Batman.

The son of Thomas Wayne,

a boy of privilege,
a boy of tragedy.

You are the weakness
that drowns this city

and I intend to break you.

Then give it your best shot.

Good.

They say you are
the greatest detective.

And yet you did not
see this coming.

You are a crutch
this city relies upon.

But now it's time that they
stood on their own two feet.

Yes...

Yes. I know you want to hide.

You are always hiding.

From the world...

from the people close to you.

Hiding from your own failure.

But you cannot hide
from destiny.

From me.

I have dreamt of you, Bruce.

Oh, I've dreamt of your family.

Of the strength
your father must have had

to build his empire.

An empire
you are not fit to rule

because you lack the strength.

The strength to save Tim.

Alfred.

The city.

Jason.

Jason?

The strength
to save your parents.

Oh, how you
let them die, Bruce,

while you sat in an alley,

mewling like a calf
as your parents bled

and their murderer
disappeared into the night.

Oh, you must be glad
they aren't alive

to see what you've become,

to see what you've
allowed Gotham to become.

Enough with your toys!

Face me with your fists!

Beg for mercy!

Scream my name!

Go to hell.

I am Bane.

I could kill you,

but death
would only end your agony

and silence your shame.

Instead, I will simply...

Break you.

What happened?

Explosion of some kind.

Everyone is evacuated

and Fire is on the way.

Of course, the press
is having a field day.

I think every station
in town is here.

Any luck?

No.

He's not answering.

I should go.

Bruce...

Get one of those floodlights
on the second story roof!

Who the hell is this guy?

Now, Gotham,

you must do what you
haven't done for a generation.

Fend for yourself!

Batman?

Take him out!

That can't...
that can't be Batman, can it?

What's going to happen
to the city?

Get back! Everyone, get back!

Move!

Good God.

This place is about
to become hell on earth.