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- Duela, hurry up. It's time to go.
- _

First, apply your base
and rub it all around.

Then follow your hollow
to shave off the pounds.

Fine-line your lips to
hide that off-putting frown.

Duela get out here. We have to go.

Come on. We're gonna be late.

Duela, I am so not kidding.

Aah!

Oh, my God, your... your face.

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♪ You kiss my lips so, so guiltily ♪

Have a good one.

♪ Now the passion is
gone from your eyes ♪

Mary, hey.

Hi.

- Super cute boots.
- Thanks.

You're in a good mood.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Where's my cowl?

In the shop. Giving it a little upgrade.

Upgrade? Hmm.

Like... X-ray vision?

Nope.

Echolocation.

Oh, that was a good idea, but no.

Somebody's in a good mood.

Am I?

You so are, like giddy happy.

I'm not allowed to be happy?

You just got suspended
from The Crows, so no.

Mm.

Oh, my God. You're
sleeping with someone.

I'm not sleeping with anyone,

but can we please pause for a moment

to appreciate the fact that those words

actually came out of your mouth?

Okay. Fine. Hooking up with.

- We shared a moment.
- With?

- With?
- If you tell anyone,

it'll take me an hour to hide your body.

Uh-huh. Spill.

Batwoman.

No, you didn't.

It was a peck that
lasted several minutes.

Batwoman can't have a girlfriend.

It was a kiss, Luke.

Yeah, last night. Then what?

Do you really want to
know the answer to that?

Does she know who you are?

I have no idea,

which, I admit, is a
little strange, but...

You said you knew who she was.

I thought I did.

I was wrong, like, really, really wrong.

So you seriously have no idea.

No. Wait. Do you?

No.

You finally get Sophie off your tail,

and now you're swapping spit with her.

I don't think you know what kissing is.

I don't think you know
what Bruce went through,

why Batman pushed people away.

You realize, the moment
anyone knows Batwoman

cares about Sophie, it
puts a target on her back.

She becomes a liability.

Nobody needs to find out.

Doesn't mean they won't, Kate.

Hee hee! Ha!

She totally just texted you, didn't she?

She wants to meet at my place later.

Mm.

I'm leaving now.

Have fun, and Sophie...

I'm happy for you.

"Alice, AKA Jane Doe 7113,

"the deranged leader
of the Wonderland gang,

was fatally gunned down last week

in a motel parking lot
by an unidentified shooter.

No services are planned at this time"?

Wha... I'm sorry. This is my obituary?

"Mentally deranged leader"?

That's my synopsis,

a tiny, little blurb below the fold?

I survived captivity for 11 years,

escaped, and enacted
the perfect revenge.

What took you so long?

Wanted to get a clear shot of him.

That's not the face I
see in my nightmares,

but I'd recognize that pipe anywhere,

even in the dark.

It's him.

As you know, some wacko dubbed

the executioner blew
a hole in the city's

corrupt court system
a few months back...

Then I blew a hole in
him. What's your point?

Forced the D.A.'s
office to reopen a bunch

of his old cases and funnel them

through a new judge, but
you know this new judge...

Davis Wellington, Crows contracts

dating back to 2004.

My client hopes that
you will call the judge

and get him to move his case up.

Ha ha! Why would I do that?

Because my client's Reggie Harris...

And you owe him your life.

Thank you.

You're better to me alive, puppy dog.

Reggie is an opportunist

using this cabal nonsense

as a "get out of jail free" card.

He confessed to gunning down Lucius Fox

in a C-store robbery.

That confession was coerced
by a corrupt GCPD cop.

It's not a Crows problem.

Yet.

Based on some whispers my client heard

in the slammer about this place,

Crows have some secrets of their own.

That almost sounded like a threat.

It is.

Let's not turn it into more.

Call the judge.

Get him to move Reggie's court date up,

or this place gets blown up

in the same way the D.A.'s office did.

This is definitely a first.

Me, too, actually.

So, um...

Do you want to come inside?

I can't.

I... I came here to tell you

that this has to end
before you get hurt.

I can take care of myself.

This is different. I have enemies.

If they connected us,

they could use you against me.

Well, I won't tell them if you don't.

You know it's not that simple.

So what do you suggest?

Let me walk away.

Okay.

So walk.

- Someone's here.
- I'm on it.

No. I got it.

Oh!

Hmm.

Give your own mother a heart attack.

Mom, what are you doing here?

Surprising you.

Next time, I'll call first.

We're locking up.

I'm on the phone.

My company's valuation
is twice that much.

I don't care about fixed capital.

Look at our intangible assets...
i.e., me, my brand, my image.

You can't put a price on that.

I'm gonna have to call you back.

They had no budget for this photo shoot,

and it's starting to show.

Hello? Is anyone there,

not even, like, a janitor or someone?

Who's there?

Aah!

Uh...

Uh...

Aah!

Talk about the unkindest cut.

Social media influencer
Kimberly Wright was the victim

of a brutal face-slashing last night.

GCPD suspect this is now the
second social media influencer

attacked by the serial slashionista.

Talk to me, Gotham.

Where's the dislike
button when you need it?

How'd it go with Sophie?

Sophie. Uh... ahem. Uh, well, she...

it was really cold, and it was

a bit hard to hear, and then her mom

just showed up out of nowhere.

So "dog ate my breakup"?

There's a lunatic with a
box cutter targeting kids.

We need to focus.

Already on it.

Kimberly Wright described her attacker

as "a woman in her 20s

who wore a hoodie and a surgical mask".

Yeah. That's why the
GCPD can't I.D. her.

Interestingly, neither of the victims

had any stab wounds on their bodies.

She went after their face.

Their face is their
brand, their business.

This is personal.

Where you off to?

To see the only Instaface I care about.

Yeah. I mean, it's all
my feed is talking about.

Even Kylie Q is threatening

to go web-silent out of respect.

Thank you, doctor.

Are you okay?

I mean, I barely knew Kimberly,

but still, it's pretty freaky,

and... don't worry... my fanbase left

when my stepdad
supposedly killed my mom,

so I am hardly worth the data.

Good, not about the fanbase thing.

That sucks.

Do you know anyone in that circle

that could be a target?

Well, it depends on who you ask.

I mean, everybody knows
that Kimberly Wright

has Miley McGinn's nose.

Except me, apparently.

Same corrective surgery...
shape, slope, length.

I mean, it's a thing.

People were even whispering,

maybe Miley had something
to do with the attack,

pissed that Kimberly stole her nose,

but if you think about it,

Miley copied Mia's cheekbones,

and Mia and Xena have the same chin,

which I believe belonged
to Ariana at one point.

Anyway, I am sure there is a who's who

of potential victims in Dr. Campbell's

waiting room as we speak.

- Dr. Ethan Campbell?
- Yeah.

The only plastic surgeon in the city

worth going to, not that I would know.

Actually, if you're looking into this

because you own a real estate firm

and these women are most likely

- future property buyers...
- Exactly, yeah.

I'm around if you need a side... person.

I mean, I'm a D.M. away
from half these girls.

I'd be happy to poke around

for some clues or whatever.

It's probably safest
if you stayed out of it,

but I might ask someone
to drop by Campbell

- and just give him a heads-up.
- I could do it.

I mean, I'm a med
student where he lectures,

so, now that I think about it,

my vast array of medical knowledge

could come in handy
in endless scenarios.

I'm good, Mary. Thank you.

Okay. Well, I'm happy to help.

Bye, Mary.

Rewind.

You and your husband separate,

and you didn't think to call me?

I thought it was best
to let the dust settle.

Where's my phone?

I'll tell Tyler all the ways

he's making the biggest
mistake of his life.

Mom, stop. It's not like that.

- It was me.
- You?

I, um...

I fell out of love with him.

You fell out of love with a handsome,

decorated, capable man

who always sent me
flowers on my birthday.

Why don't you give me the real story?

Mom, that is the real story.

Well, Jacob Kane called.

He told me about your suspension.

Heh, so that's why you're in town.

This isn't some motherly
"I missed you" visit.

More of a "please don't end
up under a bridge" visit.

How are you gonna pay the rent?

By working at a place
that aligns with my values.

I don't see eye to
eye with The Crows' way

of doing things anymore.

Oh, please don't tell me you wish

they were more like the GCPD.

No, more like Batwoman.

Ohh...

She is someone who
represents all of Gotham...

the poor, the rich, and in between...

and she's saved my life
on several occasions.

She is a damn criminal
who gets away with it.

You never had a problem with Batman.

You thought he was cute.

Batman was different.

How, mom? How was Batman different?

He represented values
I actually believed in.

You mean, he's not gay.

Hey, I don't have a lot of time,

so we should probably make this quick.

You okay?

My mom, she...

I'm 28 years old.

I have two degrees and
own a condo on a river,

and I spend every waking moment

wondering if she's proud of me.

And if she were to
find out about this...

Upside of having to
hide it... she won't.

So what's up?

I did some digging, and I think

the Gotham serial slasher
is targeting patients

from a plastic surgeon by
the name of Ethan Campbell.

I know him.

His affidavit cleared my
boss of murder charges.

That's why I'm here.

I need you to find out what he knows.

I have no authority.
The Crows suspended me.

Does Campbell know that?

The last victim of the slasher

was also a patient of
yours... Mia Cortez.

We're worried the next victim

could be a name in one of those files.

Kimberly Wright told every
one of her 10 million followers

about her nose job, so if
it's a case of jealousy,

you have a lot of names to sift through.

One theory is she's targeting

copycat surgeries.

Have you ever...

Cut a smile into a patient's face?

No, Agent Moore. I certainly have not.

Then maybe she's not targeting copycats.

Maybe she's making copycats.

By inflicting her victims

with the same scars she has?

Have you ever treated a woman

with this type of scarring?

Uh, actually, yes, 8 years ago.

A teenage girl was brought to me

with a psychiatric rap
sheet as long as my arm,

had the worst self-inflicted
scars I've ever seen.

She cut her own face?

Yes. She did.

Duela Dent. What can you find on her?

Daughter of Evelyn, father unknown.

Her uncle Harvey is a beloved A.D.A.

Wait. Here's something.

She was just released from
a mental health facility.

How did you get her name?

Bat sources, okay?

Would those Bat sources
be of the tall, dark,

and girlfriend-material variety?

I'm choosing to ignore that.

I found something.

It's her hit list.

Run the name Myrtis Dinker.

Myrtis Dinker?

Nope. Nothing, no Myrtis Dinker.

Oh, I have an idea.

Press the red button
on your right gauntlet.

Oh.

Sorry. Your left gauntlet.

That was your upgrade?

Cowl cam. What do you think?

Use this without my permission,

and I will find a new
place to put my Batarang.

Yeah. Copy that. Running the image now.

And?

I'm still working out the bugs. Just...

You're okay. It's okay.

It's okay. I'm gonna
get you help. Just...

- Huh! Hyah!
- Uhh!

Come any closer, and I turn
my mom into a pez dispenser.

Duela, you do not need to do this.

And she didn't have to force me

to be someone I'm not, someone I hate,

someone I can't even look at,

so I'm gonna go, and
you're gonna need a mop.

No! No.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

It's gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.

I have spent hours upon
hours cooking up all the ways

that I could torture that vile man.

Now that he's right here,
right under my nose, i...

You're blocked.

Exactly, Dr. Malone. Ha ha!

I am blocked. Ahh...

Oh, don't be so hard on yourself.

I mean, it's a normal reaction.

Victims held in physical
and emotional captivity

oftentimes revert back to the age

they were held when facing their captor.

So what are you saying,
I don't find closure?

No, of course not,

but you clearly have unresolved fear.

My fear is that I will
kill him instantly,

forgetting to relish in his slow

and painful demise.

Those are just your defenses talking.

I don't have defenses. Ha ha ha! Mm...

If you don't mind,

in my professional opinion,

I see you putting up a
hard, blustery exterior,

but the truth is,

you are still terrified of this man.

You are still just a little girl,

and you know when you
confront him face to face

that he will find a way to regain

that power over you once again.

So then shrink me, hmm? What do I do?

I suggest an emotional shield,

a third person that acts as a buffer

between you and the abuser.

Well, you have been incredibly helpful,

Dr. Malone. Ha ha!

I do wish we could've
made this a weekly affair.

Oh! No. Please. No.

I won't tell anyone you're alive.

Please. I won't tell anyone.

Please! Please don't.

I won't tell anyone!

Well, well,

Dr. Fix-me threatened with a lawsuit

by a 16-year-old who did not consent

to the restorative plastic
surgery he performed on her.

Hmm.

What an interesting, little psychopath.

How long are you gonna keep me here?

As long as it takes for
you to come to your senses.

Ha ha ha! Alice will find me.

Mm. Alice is dead.

No.

I shot her.

No. No.

No. No.

- Son...
- No. No.

You're better off without her.

All she ever did was put your life

in danger to advance her own agenda.

All I've done... is protect you...

From the cruelty of the world.

The only thing cruel

in my world is you.

You think that way now,

but in time, you'll
come to see the truth.

What are you doing?

What are you doing? What are you doing?

What are... what are you doing?

You wanted to see me, sir?

Our favorite ambulance
chaser Bobby Reeves

stopped by.

He's poking around a murder case

your team ran point on.

Yeah, hard to forget.

Harris gunned down Lucius Fox

and a cashier at a sip & dash.

What's the problem?

We turned him over to the GCPD.

Yeah, to Stu Donnelly,
the officer accused

of coercing confessions
in at least 21 cases.

We handed a lot of perps
over to Donnelly, Commander.

Are we saying they're all innocent?

You don't find it unusual
that the sip & dash's

4 security cameras weren't working

in the 5-hour window when
the robbery took place?

Only thing I find unusual
is Lucius Fox was a hero

to the city and people are trying

to set his killer free.

I was wondering when you were gonna

hit me up about the slasher case.

How did you know?

Because I am smart and perceptive,

two traits people often overlook.

Anyway, I was hoping
that you could help me

I.D. someone, someone
that doesn't pop up

on my facial recognition system.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, that's Veronica May.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Apparently, she changed
her name after high school,

and if my name was Myrtis Dinker,

I would, too, and I'm
guessing the reason

why her face stumped
your Bat tech is because

that's not her nose
anymore... or her chin.

Any idea how I can find her?

Well, she pretty much lives
on board the May-mobile.

The what?

It's part makeover truck,

part rolling billboard
for her makeup line.

Just look for the
gaudiest thing on the road.

We need to find that cosmetics truck.

I appreciate that,
but a truck in Gotham,

kind of a needle in a haystack.

The needle is hot pink.

That narrows it down.

Let me run a color
filter on the satellite.

Okay. We've got a ice cream truck,

an unfortunate paint job on a lambo.

That's not good.

Duela's been here, no sign of Veronica.

Hold up. I think I got company.

Shouldn't be here.

Neither should you.

I've been listening
in to The Crows' radio.

They'll be here any minute.

I'm not leaving until I find

every single person
that was in that truck.

Looks like Duela forced
them into another vehicle.

Why here?

Uh, Veronica's skin care line
is made at a plant down the road.

You by the truck, put
your hands in the air now.

We have to get out of here.

Get out of here now. Come on.

- Get on.
- Wait. What?

Get on.

What the hell are you doing?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Do you have a problem

with people stealing medical supplies?

Because, um... hi.

I thought I made it
clear how I felt about you

when I left you to die.

You did, but then I saved your life,

and now you owe me, so...

did Batwoman not tell you?

Not tell me what?

After Nocturna drained your blood,

you were on death's door.

I found you and revived you with my own,

meaning I literally pumped
life back into your veins.

Ugh, I need a bleach transfusion.

Oh, I'll take that as a thank you.

Why would you do that?

Let's just say it was
more about Batwoman

and less about you.

Thanks for the goods.

Do you know who she is?

Batwoman?

Of course I do.

Oh, do you not?

Sad.

Guess you two aren't
really pals after all.

Hmm.

Aah!

Aah!

Duela, stop. Please let me down.

I'm helping you, Veronica...

Oh, I mean, Myrtis.

Oh...

Ohh!

Oh, my God, look. You
made your point, okay?

I wasn't a great friend
after the incident,

but, honestly, I was afraid of you.

Because I was finally happy?

Happy people don't
slice their faces open.

Ha! What do they do, hmm,

shave a bone off their nose,

slit their eyelids open,

stab needles into their lips?

You know, the only difference

between you and me is that
I got institutionalized

and you got famous.

My mother wanted me to be you.

Put me down, you psycho!

It's time to show the world what I see

when I look at Veronica May.

No! Duela, stop! Please don't!

No!

Going somewhere?

Uh! Uh! Uh!

Agh!

Oh! Uh!

Aah! Help!

Aah!

Tell me someone got that on camera.

So should I take Veronica up

on her offer to share an uber?

Call me crazy, but I felt

like we made a good team in there.

- We did.
- But?

How do you see this playing out...

dinner, movie,

I take you back to my cave?

You live in a cave?

I don't know.

Guess I haven't really thought about it.

If I were to tell you
who I am right now,

would you want to know?

- What?
- Because once that happens,

I'm no longer a secret.

I'm a face, a person,

a woman, and I bring
all the complications

that come with that,
so do you want to be

in a real relationship,
or do you want to be

with someone you can keep secret?

Because we can never be more than this,

and that shouldn't be enough.

You're right.

As long as I'm with a
woman who wears a mask,

I'll always be wearing one myself.

I think I have some things
I need to take care of.

I'll let the GCPD know about Duela.

Good-bye, Sophie.

Who's there? Please help.

Untie me, please. Who's there?

An ally.

You and I were both
wronged by the same man.

He took my adolescence

just like he took your smile.

I will get revenge for
both of us, but first,

I'm gonna need a little
something from you, hmm?

Want to explain this?

It's a bank statement.

I know it's a bank statement.

I don't know why The
Crows sent a sip & dash

$50,000 after the Lucius Fox murder.

It says right here, "Code 501".

It's a restoration courtesy payment

for us trashing the place
when we arrested Harris.

So this money has nothing to do with

the lost security footage.

You don't really think

a Crow would destroy evidence.

Thought dispatch said she was locked up.

Duela...

How... did you get in here?

Just flashed that
pretty smile you gave me.

- Back!
- Outside.

Over here.

Is that the slasher?

Lord have mercy.

I'm finally perfect.

You shouldn't be here, Duela.

Sorry. You got the wrong girl.

- Heh.
- No.

No. You're dead. I... I shot you.

Oh, again, you got the wrong girl.

You like taking things
from children, don't you?

Well, we're all grown up now

and here for a little payback.

Moore, it's me. Look.

I may question your decision-making

when it comes to Batwoman,

but I've never
questioned your integrity,

and at the moment, I
need it more than ever.

I think The Crows have a major problem.

I'll explain when you call me back.

_

Not sure how charging $5.00 for a coffee

is not a criminal offense.

Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

I think you're gonna
need something stronger.

I lied to you the other day.

That's what I do now.

I lie. I lie so much,

I don't even realize
I'm doing it anymore.

Oh, Sophie... what lie?

I didn't break up with Tyler

because I fell out of love with him.

I broke up with Tyler

because I was never in love with him.

Sweetheart, I need you
to start making sense.

When I was at Point Rock...

Mm-hmm?

I met someone,

and for the first time,

I was happy, really, really happy...

Oh...

And I want to find that again.

Okay. Okay. Then go find him, honey.

Go find him.

It wasn't a him, mom.

It was a her.

For years, I kept it a secret.

I thought I could have both...

the version of me that my school

and my family could be proud of

and the version of me
who knew who she was.

Ohh...

So the good lord didn't
make it hard enough on you,

not enough to be a woman of color,

not enough to come from nothing,

not enough to have to
prove your damn worth

to the world every time you want

to be part of it, huh?

You got to add this on top of it?

I didn't ask for this,

just like I didn't ask
for any of those things,

but each of them make me who I am.

And why am I only hearing about it now?

Because I didn't want you to look at me

the way you're looking at me now.

Oh, Sophie, I am so sorry
about that, sweetheart.

What'd you expect
disappointment to look like?

You look like you had a long night.

More like a really long day.

If you want to talk about it,

you want to talk about anything,

you know I'm here, right?

I... lost a piece of real estate

I had my heart set on,

but wasn't the right move.

Timing was off.

Oh. Huh.

Do you remember the day

that you came back to Gotham?

I threw you that welcome-home party,

and then 6 hours later,
I was stitching up

your shoulder, telling you that

I owned an illegal clinic.

Of course I remember.

It never once occurred to me

that you'd tell my mom or your dad

that I was living a double life

or that you'd try to shut me down

or tell me I could get sued

or kicked out of school or arrested.

I knew I didn't have to worry

about you judging me

because I trusted you...

So I hope one day that you feel

the same way about me.

What do you want?

For you to drop the act

and the face.

Uh!

Mm...

I thought I would never
have to see you again,

but I was wrong.

I see this face every
night as I go to sleep

and every morning as I wake,

and sometimes when I close my eyes

and shake too long.

If you're gonna kill me, do it.

Kill me. Get it over with.

Shh shh.

We mustn't speak such nonsense.

I would never kill you,

at least not with these
nimble, little fingers.

What do you want?

My brother Mouse.

Surely, you have him, and I want him,

so where is he?

Ha ha ha!

Why is that so funny?

- Ha ha ha!
- What?

Yeah. Yeah.

I will tell you where you can find

your...

precious Mouse.

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