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Legend tells of a caped crusader,

Batman, guardian of New Gotham,

and his one true love,

Catwoman,

the queen of the criminal underworld.

Their passion left behind something extraordinary,

a daughter,

Huntress.

Half meta-human,

she has taken up her father's mantle,

and fights to protect the innocent and helpless.

Joining her in this struggle,

Oracle,

once Batman's prot�g�e,

Batgirl.

She was caught in the crossfire of the war between Batman and joker.

Now she fights crime a different way,

a master of the cyber realms, and trainer to heroes.

Together, they have taken in a Dinah,

a meta-human herself.

With powers that she is only beginning to explore.

These three are the protectors of New Gotham.

The Birds of Prey.

My name is Alfred Pennyworth, and this is their story.

I feel good - great, actually.

Better than I have in a long time.

To what do we attribute this sudden cheerful outlook?

I don't know.

Things have just been working out.

That guy I was telling you about. The police officer.

I decided to talk to him, trust him.

Tell him things about who I really am.

Like, what kinds of things?

It's hard to explain.

Well, Helena, if you're serious about therapy,

about dealing with unresolved issues, you are going to have to share your life with me,

all of it.

It's not like I don't want to share. It's just...

I'm grateful for everything we've done, Dr. Quinzel.

The thing is...

I just feel like we've gone as far as we can.

I want to end therapy.

Helena, we're still discovering who you are.

I'm sorry. I got to go.

We still have fifteen minutes.

Thank you for everything.

Come and see me one more time. We can tie up loose ends.

I'll try.

Dr. Quinzel.

At last.

Hey!

What are you doing?

That's poison! It'll kill you!

I doubt that.

- I don't understand. - Me either,

but you're crazy.

What's happening to me?

That's not exactly what I expected,

but it'll do nicely.

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Are you sure there's somebody in here?

Oracle's confirming it now.

Transmitting data. Are you getting any of this?

Copy, Huntress.

Do we have any idea who could have done this?

There was a criminal mastermind years ago...

that had a weird reaction to the same compound that was stolen last night.

They called him Clayface.

Clayface?

You asked.

Do we have any idea if this, Clayface guy is still around?

He's been locked up in Arkham Asylum for years.

Besides, it couldn't have been him. He didn't have the power to turn people into...

blobs of clay.

Well, what was his power, then?

He could change his appearance at will.

Really?

Just a regular ol' shapeshifter.

You got the lingo down. I'm impressed.

That's all the input I need. Stand by for analysis.

Okay, so what do we do? We just, what, we wait?

Yeah, unless you got a better idea to pass the time.

Sorry to interrupt, Huntress,

but you have to get that clay man back to the clock tower right away.

Why? What's going on?

He's got a pulse. He's alive.

How could he possibly be alive?

So far, his vital signs are stable.

The process looks reversible, but we don't have much time.

We need to develop an antidote.

Okay, so where do we start?

We find out who knows what about that compound.

I'm running a search on Clayface's former associates.

So I guess this means you're canceling your vacation.

- What vacation? - With Wade.

To the Bahamas.

You were just going to disappear without telling me?

No, I just figured something would come up and I'd have to...

Sacrifice any potential happiness in your personal life.

We don't have time to discuss this right now, okay?

- All right. - Hang on.

I've got a hit on former Clayface associates.

All right, all right, all right.

If I exclude those who have died...

or are in jail,

I'm left with one name, Dr. Will Kroner.

Turns out he's the chemist who invented the toxic compound.

All right, I'm on it. But when I get back, we're going to finish this Wade conversation.

You didn't say it was a secret.

Oof. What's going on? Who are you?

Tell me about the robbery at New Gotham chemicals.

I don't know what you're talking about.

The chemical compound that you developed was stolen.

There's a security guard that's turned into some sort of clay thing.

That can't be. The compound was destroyed.

And even if someone did get a hold of it, it was never intended to have that effect.

Unless...

it was ingested by someone else.

So you do know something.

Look, I worked for a guy - Clayface...

years ago, but that's all behind me now. I swear.

Okay, let's say for a moment I believe you.

Who could be doing this?

My chemical compound was designed to have...

a unique reaction to Clayface's DNA.

If anyone else drank it, it would kill them. That is all I know.

That's it.

Okay.

There's a Detective at New Gotham P.D.

His name is Reese. If your memory returns, you give him a call, okay?

Okay, Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Good evening, Miss Barbara. - Alfred.

I was sorting the mail at the manor and came across something...

that might be of interest to you.

An invitation to the annual New Gotham fashion show benefit.

- Perhaps you and Master Wade... - Alfred, I don't have time for this.

No, of course not.

I understand you don't have time for the Bahamas, either.

Master Wade left several messages.

He seemed very disappointed that you canceled your holiday.

Perhaps you could make it up to him.

Alfred, this is really not a good time.

In all my years serving Master Bruce,

do you know what he told me was his biggest regret?

That he never found someone with whom he could share his life.

It was just a thought.

Hey.

How'd everything go with Kroner?

No luck. He went straight after Clayface went down.

He did say the compound would kill anyone but Clayface.

something to do with the reaction to his unique DNA.

Interesting.

I'm going to pay him a visit.

- Helena, I don't think that's a good idea. - Why?

Reese can get me into Arkham.

Helena Kyle.

How'd you know?

The grace with which you move,

your eyes, your mouth, damn, you are your mother's child.

I had a thing for her.

She was very beautiful.

Sexy.

Someone stole your chemical. He's using it to turn people into clay.

And this is a problem for me?

There's a man who's dying.

I need to know how to reverse the effects before it's too late.

Now, that sounds like a noble endeavor, but, what's in it for me?

What do you want?

Pose for me. Let me sculpt you.

- Forget it. - Now, child, now...

since I was defeated, ruined and ridiculed...

in front of New Gotham's pompous glitterati,

I have had absolutely nothing to look at but these plain gray walls.

I need inspiration.

I work in clay, but my real raw material is human emotion.

Let me see your anguish, Helena, your pain.

Why don't you just tell me about the night that your mother was killed?

No thanks.

All right, then this man dies, and that is not very heroic of you, Huntress is it?

But then maybe you're lacking that strong moral core that plagued your father.

Are you?

Okay, what do you want to know?

Everything.

It happened so fast.

I don't really remember.

All right, well, then, I'm sure there was blood.

I mean, there must have been more blood than you had ever seen before.

How did that make you feel?

Cold.

Empty.

- I don't know. - No, no, no, no, no, no.

Alone, scared, terrified...

because you lost the one person that meant more to you...

than anybody else in this whole world.

It's your turn.

All right, you played nice.

Go tell Oracle to use calcium sulfate.

You know who it is.

Tell me.

Now, don't get greedy, Helena. We're just starting to have some fun.

Go ahead now. Don't you worry. He may not be dead yet.

Right there.

Where's my money?

I gave you the key, you got the stuff. Now I get paid.

What's the rush?

I intend to be the most feared criminal New Gotham has ever seen.

If you wait, there might be a much bigger payday.

I'll take my money now.

That's the problem with guys like you.

Once you make up your mind...

You're set in stone.

How's he doing?

Not well.

I figured out Kroner's chemical compound creates a reaction with the epidermis.

Once whoever ingests the formula makes skin-to-skin contact with its victim,

they turn to clay.

Hopefully, this will help.

So how'd everything go with Clayface?

You know, he kept bringing up my mother.

Really?

I'm all set.

It's working.

We should get him to the hospital.

Anything I can do to assist?

Thanks, Alfred, but Helena already took the guard to the hospital.

He's going to be okay.

And what about you, Miss Barbara?

If you're talking about me and Wade, it'll be fine.

He'll get over it.

Perhaps a sincerely worded note of apology he might.

I got it.

Kroner told Helena that Clayface's reaction...

to the chemical was unique to Clayface's DNA.

Now someone else has taken the compound.

They didn't have the same reaction, but a similar one.

Similar reaction, similar DNA.

It's someone close to Clayface.

- Like family? - Exactly.

So I did some checking. Hospital records, court papers.

And guess what.

Clayface has a son.

Chris Cassius.

Reese.

Huntress, we've got another one.

Wow, that was quite an entrance.

- Who's this? - I have no idea,

but it's pretty obvious he's been moved.

- Okay, what the hell is that? - Calcium something.

Whatever it is, it works. Our first clay man's already recovering.

All right. Go ahead and give it a shot.

What the hell?

Okay, now that's impressive.

Dr. Kroner? Chris Cassius.

You know my father.

Your chemical compound has proven to be a grave disappointment.

We need to talk.

You have a son named Chris.

I now know that Oracle has done her research.

Tell me where I can find him.

I think not, Helena.

Besides, you wouldn't be able to stop him. He's become much too powerful now.

That's too bad.

I was going to suggest a trade.

you know, information for... some inspiration.

Inspiration.

Now you're talking.

Tell me about Chris.

Why is he doing this?

Well...

I...

wasn't exactly the model father, so to speak.

So it would be my guess...

that he's trying to show up dear old dad...

by accomplishing something that even I wasn't able to do.

Like what?

- It's your turn. - Come on, just tell me.

Helena, I laid down some ground rules here now.

Now, you don't play by my rules, we ain't going to play nothing at all.

Okay. What do you want?

I want more emotion.

Now, why don't you just relive with me that night mommy got killed?

Now, as I recall, we were standing out...

in front of this big department store.

What do you mean, "we"?

you have to, you have to, you have to hear me!

Mom!

Stop him! Somebody stop him!

Somebody stop him!

Mom?! Mom?! Mom?!

I remember that face.

- It was you. - I used a 7-inch switchblade,

and it tore through her flesh surprisingly well.

I can still see that vacant look in her eyes,

staring through the face of death.

That's why they couldn't find the killer.

It was you.

But the one regret that I have...

is that I did not linger at that scene long enough...

to watch your pain and your suffering and your anger.

You bastard!

- Yeah! Yeah! - You bastard!

Yeah! Hit that glass! Yeah, hit that... That's what I'm saying!

- I'll kill you! - Come on!

Hit that glass! Come on, baby, come on!

Yeah, come on! Hit the glass, baby!

Helena, hit the glass!

Helena, no, don't stop it! Hit the glass! Come on!

You're enjoying this.

Don't stop now. Come on, baby. We're just getting started.

No, no, no!

Hello, Detective Reese.

He murdered her. I got to do something.

- What are you going to do? - I don't know.

Tear him apart?

He's in Arkham for the rest of his life, where he belongs.

I shouldn't have let you go.

You knew, didn't you?

Helena...

That's why you didn't want me to talk to Clayface.

- You didn't want me to find out the truth. - No,

I didn't know for sure.

How could you keep this from me?

Because when the rumors first circulated, you were too young,

and then after,

Clayface was in Arkham. I didn't see the point.

The point?

The point is knowing who killed my mother.

Why? So you could exact revenge?

That's not what we do, Helena.

Yeah. You keep saying that.

Like you somehow know exactly what's inside of me.

You don't, Barbara.

You have no idea who I am.

Here's the new formula.

- And I'll be going now. - Not so fast.

I need to make sure it works.

Well? How do you feel?

Powerful.

Great.

Now I just need to test it.

Any volunteers?

Please. I did every thing that you asked.

And I'm grateful. You're just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Huntress, are you there?

Okay, fine, then just listen.

Kroner called Reese. We have an address for Chris Cassius.

Good. I need somebody to hit.

Okay, just... just be careful.

I'll be fine.

All it takes is skin-to-skin contact for...

Look, if something happens, you've got the antidote.

I'm out.

What the hell?

It's over, junior. I've got the antidote to your touch.

Turns out you're not as powerful as you thought.

You were saying?

Oracle.

- What's happening? - Something's different.

His newest clay thing just exploded.

- Huntress, get out of there. - It's nothing I can't handle.

My father was right.

You are beautiful.

And I bet under all that makeup, you're just a shard off the old pot.

Clay humor. How original.

It's a pity about my dad killing your mom.

It's a pity that you're going to be the one that pays for it.

Come now, Huntress, you're no match for me.

We both live in the shadow of our fathers.

Yours was the goody 2-shoes vigilante Batman, while I, on the other hand,

come from purely homicidal stock.

Maybe I'm not daddy's little girl.

Helena,

don't do this. Get out.

If he touches your skin, you're dead.

- All I need is one clear shot. - No, it's too dangerous. Get out, now!

I should have killed his kid when I had the chance.

We're not in this for revenge, Helena.

Fine. Call it justice. I could have stopped him...

gotten payback for my mother.

Look, it was foolish of you to even confront Chris without some kind of protection.

- You could have been killed. - What do we do now?

We find him and go after him prepared.

Chris said something about us living in the shadow of our fathers.

Maybe he wants to outdo Clayface in a public way.

Wait a second.

Years ago, Clayface hatched a plan to take down New Gotham's power elite.

Right. He mentioned that.

I think it was some kind of fundraising event.

The annual New Gotham charities fashion show. It's tonight.

- Alfred! - Miss Barbara?

That invitation you had, what'd you do with it?

I thought you might change your mind.

It's at 9:00, and we still need a way to neutralize him.

Let's get busy.

Miss Barbara,

we need to talk. It's about you and Master Wade.

- Alfred, I told you... - I know what you said,

but I also know that you care for him.

Perhaps you even love him.

That's why I've decided to take matters into my own hands.

Meaning what, exactly?

- Alfred! - I know. It's not a good time.

But then again, when is?

You're a crime fighter.

And headquarters is behind the clock in the New Gotham clock tower.

That's why you had to cancel our vacation?

It's like I don't even know you.

Look, Wade. We should really talk about this,

but unfortunately, there's this guy out there that's turning people into clay,

- ...and I really need to get... - Clay?

Clay? Is that some kind of joke?

No.

Actually, it's the by product of a toxic compound combined with specific DNA.

Who are you?

Look, look, this is way too much for me to absorb. I just need some time-time to think.

- Wade. - I'll... I'll see you around.

Was that Wade in here?

I don't want to talk about it.

No, this is major. We have to talk about it.

Look, forget about Wade. We have a job to do.

- Okay - What about the cameras?

Done. I'll be directing things from here. Helena, you're going to be going undercover.

- What's with these? - Throw these at Chris.

They'll release an inhalable latex.

When he breathes it in, it'll react with his system and block his power.

- So we can stop him. - Exactly.

That's not all I'll do to him.

Helena, we've been through this.

We don't kill. End of story.

Whatever you say, Barbara.

This next number we just call: Cappuccino.

Oracle, no sign of him yet.

There's a man, dark hair, near the woman in the blue dress.

Get a good look.

No, not him.

All right, stay focused, Dinah. Chris is there.

Somewhere.

- How's Helena doing? - I haven't seen her yet.

But I can't wait.

Is everything okay?

Hey, the next time you say "undercover,"

remind me not to hear you.

And how am I supposed to kick ass in front of New Gotham's elite?

You'll figure something out.

You see anything unusual backstage?

Aside from my outfit? No. Nothing.

What?

We're on.

Right.

Right.

The lady of the night, in this throw-back to a bygone era...

our model look so tantalizing, I'd say she shouldn't be out after dark...

Looking good, Huntress.

Yeah, well, at least I haven't tripped yet.

Wow.

I thought you were checking the perimeter.

I was.

I wanted to check in with you.

- You okay? - Yeah, yeah, I'm...

I'm fine. It's just...

you look nice.

Yeah, thanks.

So, listen,

what do you say, once all this is over,

we go and have that first date we were talking about?

When this is over and I do what I need to do,

I don't think you're going to want that first date.

Why is that?

Huntress, Dinah's finished up front. Meet her backstage.

I got to run.

Wade!

What are you doing?

Well, peace offering.

Look, about what I said, I gave it some thought and...

Could you at least look at me when I'm talking to you?

Wade, I'm sorry. I'm working.

I'm just trying to talk to you. Why does that have to be so hard?

You drink.

Excuse me.

What's going on?

Ladies and gentlemen,

I direct your attention to the entrances, now well-guarded.

There is no escape.

I have a list of demands. First, I want a television crew.

I want my Father Clayface, currently residing in Arkham Asylum,

to see how I will accomplish what he could never do.

The greatest artistic achievement in New Gotham history.

No need for that, son.

I'm already here.

Dad?

- What a surprise. I thought you... - Cut the crap, sonny boy.

You thought that I was safely locked away, out of touch and past my prime.

Our relationship is the most important thing in my life, and...

Barbara?

- It's Clayface. - Where?

On stage. They've got the room held hostage.

Yeah, not for long.

- We need a plan. - The plan is to kill him. How's that?

Okay. We need a plan.

Dad, this is all about you.

No,

this is all about you trying to prove that you're better than your old man.

Well, dad, you are outdated.

I'm younger, and I've got the power.

Nobody upstages me, not even you.

So about this plan.

Do you believe her?

Stubborn, pigheaded, never listens to a word you say until she's the one in trouble.

And then Bamm!

"Pigheaded"?

Oracle, we're here. What have we got?

Okay, I count four guns total.

Two semiautomatic on stage, two at the entrances.

Take the entrances first. Then use Reese to get everyone out of there.

We're on it.

Don't worry.

I did the same thing to my father.

Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, you're in for a very special treat.

Please don't shoot.

Dinah, where's Huntress?

Causing a distraction. We need to get everyone out of here.

All of you will be immortalized in clay.

Shoot her.

I am not going back to Arkham.

Get her.

You'll make a lovely statue.

Breathe, Junior.

Huntress and her little toys. I'm so scared.

- What's happening? What have you done? - It's my own creation.

You recognize this?

Somebody stop him!

First I kill the mother, now I kill the daughter.

It's almost poetic.

You killed my mother. Now I'm going to kill you.

That is poetry.

Look at you, Helena. The rage.

And you look so beautiful.

Helena, no. This is what he wants, to make you a killer. Don't do it.

Think about what you're doing. Don't do it.

- Don't let him win. - Don't worry, Oracle.

I wouldn't give him the pleasure.

I did enjoy seeing him squirm.

- Very impressive, Helena. - Dr. Quinzel.

It's okay. I understand. This is the part of your life you couldn't tell me about.

I suppose it is.

Now that I know the truth,

maybe you should reconsider therapy.

I think I can really help.

Maybe you can.

I guess the secret's out.

So is it over?

Yeah.

For now.

You know, Wade,

you're the only boyfriend that's ever seen this place.

Well, I got to say, I'm, uh, I'm impressed, but I'm also a little nervous.

I mean, my girlfriend, who I thought was a mild-mannered schoolteacher, is actually a...

high-tech crime fighter.

It's a little, um...

overwhelming.

Well...

you almost killed that man.

Not really.

Even though I wanted to more than anything.

Yeah, well, you didn't.

So, what do you say we try that dinner?

Yeah.

Or we could...

go straight to dessert.

Yeah.

We could do that.

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