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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 don't know, I feel...

I feel like I've been born again,

only without the diapers and crying.

It's a major transition, Helena.

You know, cultures throughout history have used the birthing method...

to characterize the way you feel.

Yep. Well, they get the feeling naked part pretty well down.

You have exposed yourself.

Revealed your secret identity, albeit inadvertently to me.

Now you've crossed over the threshold that was holding you back,

and you're no longer defined by your secret.

You're defined by you.

Not "the bartender," not "the crimefighter",

just you.

Me.

Me!

Someone I've been wanting to meet.

Let's try an exercise.

I want you to close your eyes.

I... I don't do the closed eyes thing.

You can trust me.

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- Good. - All right. All right.

Now I want you to answer, without thinking, if it's Helena...

- ...or Huntress speaking, okay? - Okay.

All right. Now, you're worried, very worried.

You can't keep your finger in the dike forever.

Your secret's gonna get out.

I have a job to do. I can't do that if everyone knows who I am.

Why?

There's a definite advantage to having an air of mystery.

The less people know about you, the bigger the edge.

Helena, who knows you best?

Alfred and Barbara.

Alfred?

Alfred Pennyworth.

He was my dad's butler.

Seems like he's been around forever. He's always keeping an eye on me and the others.

Others?

Yeah, other people.

People with secrets the same as mine.

How many of you are there?

In New Gotham?

Just Barbara, Dinah and myself.

What?

Things are changing.

Tell me.

Well, Barbara told someone the secret as well, and...

I think it's someone that...

that she's falling in love with.

Do you think she's made a mistake?

No. No, I don't.

He may crowd the place a bit, but...

Wade makes her happier than she's ever been.

- Wade... - Brixton.

He teaches at the same high school as Barbara.

Wade Brixton. He knows, too, huh?

Pretty soon you should just take out a full-page ad,

unload all your secrets on New Gotham in one fell swoop.

But secrets drain your soul...

paralyze the body.

And I wouldn't be any kind of psychiatrist if I didn't do everything I can to...

relieve you of that burden.

But we're out of time.

Thank you.

Thank you.

No, thank you, Helena.

You know, this is every bit as satisfying for me as it is for you.

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The meta-human transfer machine isn't synced up yet.

Just two simple little words, doctor.

"I'm ready."

- Can you say them for me, please? - Uh, no!

It's not calibrated!

I don't know if the oscillators are stable, the hysteresis module is questionable...

Blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah!

Let's just do this thing, shall we?

We shall!

No!

He's dead!

He's dead!

The transfer machine it's destroyed!

None of which matters if the transfer was successful.

I did as you asked! I it wasn't ready.

- But I can build another one! - Relax, doctor.

Maybe it worked. Shall we see?

Will you do anything I ask?

Yes.

Pat your head.

Hop!

Now...

run and jump out the window.

Looks like it worked.

This guy took the sidewalk dive. He's Dr. Franklin Romanik.

Exit point was right here, third-story window.

The room's filled with a bunch of pretty weird electrical gear.

And that one?

That one, he's unidentified.

He was tied to a chair in the room with his eye sockets all burned out.

Kinky.

Yeah, maybe, but definitely not consensual.

So, what's your take?

I don't know. I mean, there's no sign of struggle,

no indication Romanik was pushed, and no cause of death on the other guy, so...

nothing's adding up.

So there I was, feeling lonely and vulnerable,

thinking you triggered the bat-ring 'cause you missed me.

What, and risk a lecture from Oracle? I don't think so.

Besides, Miss Helena Kyle...

See, I know who you are, remember?

All I have to do is pick up the telephone and press some buttons.

- Is that a promise? - Oh, no, no. No, you don't.

I don't make promises while I'm on duty.

What's going on with you tonight?

I mean, you're different. I mean, you're just, you seem happy.

- Is that a bad thing? - No, no. Of course's n not a bad thing.

Look, anyway, there's an ATM across the street.

It's got a surveillance camera inside.

It should have a view of the only door to the building, but, come on,

you know as well as I do it could take the D.A.'S office 24 hours...

to get a warrant for that video, so...

So you think I can do it better.

You know, Detective, that sounds a lot like entrapment.

No, no, no. See, it's only a whole lot like entrapment...

if there's actually a trap.

But it's still bad, right?

You tell me.

Okay, I'm on it.

And, Detective...

next time you want to press those buttons.

It would have been perfect...

until Mr. Happy Flush and his jolly band of plumbers...

decided to make an emergency house call.

So you're saying the video's useless.

Well, we'll see.

I'm going to extract an image off the truck's mirrors...

and try to reconstruct the scene by using a recursive spatial algorithm.

Excellent idea.

So, this Dr. Romanik, you know him?

Knew of him.

He was working on an electro-ionic somatic dissociator.

Barbara.

He thought he figured out how to transfer meta-human powers from one person to another.

Thank you. So, could he?

Well, he had some interesting ideas, but as far as I knew, it was a pipe dream.

What about the second guy?

- Well, if he was meta... - If who was meta?

Just some shop talk, you know, crimefighter stuff.

I'm sorry. I'm interrupting.

No, no, no. That's okay. Stay.

- We don't mind. Right? - Right, yeah. Stay.

- I'm ready. - All right.

I got to go. Told Dinah I'd give her a lift to school.

Okay.

- See you later? - Yeah.

Well, that was fun.

We'll get used to it.

Yeah, sure.

Here you go, ladies.

Do you know how to make a red devil?

Of course.

My name's Gibson Kafka. I don't believe we've had the pleasure.

Harleen Quinzel.

Dr. Harleen Quinzel?

Well, we have a friend in common.

- Do we? - Yeah. Helena Kyle.

Yeah, she's a very close friend of mine.

- Very close. - How wonderfully coincidental.

But...

you're not a meta.

That was true. I wasn't meta-human until just recently.

- I don't understand - You don't need to understand, Gibson Kafka.

You simply need to listen.

I'm here to test a theory.

Will you do anything I ask?

I can't imagine why not, Dr. Quinzel.

Please Harley. Harley Quinn.

Now, bark.

Bark?

Like what?

A dog.

What kind of a dog?

Bulldog, Dane, Irish Terrier, Mastiff, Pekingese, Shar-pei, wolfhound?

You pick.

That's a chihuahua.

Of course, there are many different kinds of animals that bark...

deer, hyena, spider monkey, squirrel, tree frog.

There's even a kind of locust that makes a sound very much...

Stop!

You know, I didn't know my power would work with a meta-human,

but it seems you're as susceptible as anyone else.

There's just one more thing I'm curious about.

I want you to lose your mind.

Huntress,

Delphi has flagged a report of a disturbance at No Man's Land.

- Disturbance? - Yeah. Police report says "riot".

The store out front was trashed.

- What about the bar? - No mention.

Don't think they found it.

I'm on my way.

What the hell?

Gibson?

Gibson, are you here?

Gibson. Gibson, are you okay? What happened?

A sensation of peppery sweetness...

4, 39, 84... into the valley of death rode the 600!

Gibson, what's wrong?

Raspberry, licorice, lemon, peanut butter, mint, banana, cookie dough.

Make it stop. Please! I need help. Please.

Make it stop in my head. I need help. Please, untwist my head!

Stop what in your head?

- Oracle, are you there? - Yes, Huntress.

I'm at No Man's Land, right now, and the place is trashed.

Gibson... I don't know.

It's like he's psychotic or something.

Get him to a hospital.

I got a better idea.

Come on, Gibson. It's okay. You'll be all right.

Dr. Quinzel?

Dr. Quinzel?

Not enough. Not enough shapes.

Hexagon, triangle, square, pentagon...

Gibson, come on. Let's go back to the Clock Tower.

- You! - Helena.

Oh, dear...

Does somebody need my help?

You were the only person I could think of that might be able to help him.

What happened with Gibson?

I left him with Quinzel.

She felt like she could help.

- Is Dinah around? - No,

I sent her to get Reese and check out No Man's.

Why? It's the middle of the night What's the rush?

The rush is I found out who the other dead guy is.

The guy with the burned out eye sockets?

Coroner finally made an I.D. And I ran the name through my database...

and it turns out...

he was meta.

- �So? - �So...?

So his power was hypnosis.

Yo know, if Dr. Romanik's device could actually transfer meta-human powers...

Here, here. Take a look at this.

I got an image of the suspect off the ATM video.

Enhancement routine is just about done.

Now, I'm betting when we see that face,

we're going to be seeing someone who stole a meta-human hypnotic power.

Sounds bad.

Yeah, well, we'll know in a minute.

Helena,

I want to talk to you about Wade.

- What's there to talk about? - Well,

he's not going to change us.

Nothing could do that.

I know.

Well, I'm just throwing it out there. You seemed a little distant.

Barbara, forget it.

- Everything's okay. - Okay.

Enhancement's finished.

It's Dr. Quinzel.

Helena?

Oops... busted!

...lumbar, second of the coccyx 26. Pop the head. Squeeze!

Watch your back, watch your back!

Barbara knows.

- What happened? - I hit her. Hard.

- That would tend to give it away. - But I got what you wanted.

The complete blueprint of the clock tower,

layouts, defenses, securities,

computer systems. It's all gibberish.

90 newton pounds per square inch angled at the jawline,

renders 50% of the female population unconscious,

as defined by the obliteration of a friendship.

Gibson.

Shut up!

Tell me something, Helena.

Why didn't you just kill Barbara?

Kill her?

- I don't know. - Superheroes don't kill,

no matter how hard they hit their Barbara.

Incoming headless best friend!

Maybe it's because you didn't tell me to.

An oversight on my part, which we'll soon remedy.

Good heavens, Miss Barbara, you gave me quite a scare.

- Where's Helena? - She's not here. What happened?

We have a very serious problem, Alfred.

Dinah, come in.

- I read you, Oracle. - I need you back here immediately.

It's Huntress, she's been compromised.

And, Dinah, she's dangerous.

What is it?

Something bad happened to Helena.

She's dangerous. I got to get back.

What's the big rush?

Come on, let's go.

You guys aren't fun anymore.

Helena, this isn't you. You're hypnotized. You can beat it.

Right.

- I don't think you're getting through to it. - Ha! Save yourself the trouble.

I promise I'll finish you off quick.

Helena has Dinah and Reese trapped.

What are you going to do?

Miss Barbara, I must object in the most strenuous terms.

Objection noted.

The last time you used the coupler, it didn't exactly work as advertised.

I've done a lot of work on it since then.

I've improved the batteries,

increased the sensitivity.

Doesn't even hurt all that much anymore.

That device, Miss Barbara...

you are fiddling with your spinal cord, connecting your nervous system.

- It could kill you or get you killed. - We're in trouble, Alfred.

What choice do I have?

Can I help you, ma'am?

I think you can officer,

you and a few of your burliest friends.

Me and Jesse, we can help you.

Hey, blondie, not interested.

Come on, Helena, don't do this. This is not you!

Sure it is. I'm the same girl that you kissed.

- She kissed you? - Yeah, that was my mistake.

I don't think it was a mistake at all.

Ha! And the next time you're ready for round two, you just let me know.

I think it's going to wait.

Helena!

You're walking.

- I can help you, Helena. - I don't need help.

You better not get any closer.

Why not?

Then I'll have to hurt you.

- I don't think you'll do that. - Just goes to show...

the all-knowing Oracle isn't right all the time.

Helena, it's me, Barbara.

Sorry,

I got to kill you now.

What's going on? What am I doing here?

Short version?

Dr. Quinzel hypnotized you.

She's the big bad we've been searching for.

- Did we just, um, did we just fight? - Yeah.

- I could have killed you. - It was a calculated risk,

but I had to get close enough so I could fire this directly into your eyes.

Hey! Hello?

Yeah, a little help? This thing's jammed.

I don't remember anything.

Last thing I know, I was at Dr. Quinzel's with Gibson.

And then you were in the Clock Tower.

Helena, try to remember.

What is Quinzel up to?

Very impressive.

I'm immediately comfortable.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Wade. Wade Brixton.

Wade!

I am having just the best day.

New Gotham's finest, protecting and serving me, and only me.

Huntress doing my bidding, and now...

here I move into my new home, and who do I find breathlessly waiting.

The man Barbara Gordon loves.

What next?

Hey, Wade,

will you do anything I ask?

Yes.

Then kiss me, Wade Brixton.

Kiss me good night... kiss me good night... kiss me good night.

What is it?

Clock tower systems are not responding.

- Comm glitch? - Maybe.

I'll call Alfred and have him run a check.

Come on, Alfred. Pick up.

Barbara Gordon?

I can't tell you how disappointed I was that you weren't here to welcome me.

What's the matter? Bat got your tongue?

Very witty, Quinzel.

Please, it's Harley, Harley Quinn.

And quite soon, this city, or what's left of it, will be mine.

Don't count on it.

What are you going to do?

Your friend Helena isn't playing on your team anymore,

and she told me all kinds of useful things about you and Dinah and the Clocktower,

and here I am,

ready to make my dream come true,

all thanks to Helena Kyle, your friend,

your betrayer.

Helena didn't betray anyone.

Whatever happened, the Helena I know had nothing to do with it.

Spoken like a true friend.

So confident,

so sure.

I wonder, would you feel different...

if I told you it was Helena who told me about lover boy?

Your handsome young sweetheart Wade Brixton?

Would it flip a switch somewhere deep in your psyche to know that we kissed, Wade and I?

No?

How about if I told you I stabbed him in the heart?

Would that do it...

to know that Wade was dead?

Would that change how you feel, Barbara Gordon?

�Don't!

We need a plan.

Now, we have to assume that Harley's got complete control over the Clock Tower.

Helena?

�Helena!

A few more adjustments.

Done!

Every television in New Gotham is receiving my signal!

Ooh, Gibson!

Everyone watching will go mad,

ranting, writhing, stark raving full metal jacket nuts!

The city will be on its knees.

I need a drink.

- �Pennyworth! - Madam.

Buttle me something strong.

As you wish. Might I suggest a selection from Master Bruce's private stock?

Yes, that sounds perfect.

What's going on?

I don't know. A bunch of kids smashing things up in the halls.

Oh, god, it's Harley.

I've hacked far enough into the Clock Tower to tell...

she's using it to hijack every televised broadcasting New Gotham.

She must be sending out some kind of hypnotic signal, driving everyone crazy.

- Can you stop it? - No, no, not from here.

We need to get back to the Clock Tower. Did you get everything?

Yeah, but the infirmary only had a few contact lenses left.

That's all right. We only need enough for us.

I'm going to add a polarizing layer to the contacts to give us immunity.

- Like a one-way mirror. - Exactly.

What about them?

Do you think you can broadcast an antidote?

Yeah, probably.

if we can get back to the Clock Tower.

And without Helena.

I don't want to talk.

You want to drink, you can stay.

They need you.

Did you hear what I said?

Who are you right now?

You're not hypnotized anymore,

but the Helena Kyle that I know, I don't really recognize her right now.

Maybe that's because she's a mirage.

- You're not responsible. - Sure I am.

I told Quinzel about Wade before I was hypnotized.

I let her see me.

I told her so much.

I let her in, Reese.

What was I kidding?

One minute of thinking that I might be as good as my father.

This isn't about that.

And from what I can tell, it never has been.

Now, come on, this right here, what you're doing, this is about you.

Helena...

look at me.

Hey. Look at me.

What are you so afraid of?

You don't get it, Reese.

It's not worth it. Wade is dead.

And before all this is over, any one of us could be...

or worse.

I don't want that to be you.

If this wasn't worth it,

if my life didn't matter to you, if yours didn't matter to me,

then I would help you finish this bottle.

But damn it, Helena, it does matter.

Okay, it hurts. It hurts like hell.

But that's how you know it's worth it.

What if it hurts too much?

I'm kidding myself.

I mean, a few pairs of contacts aren't going to help when the whole city's gone mad.

It's over.

It is not over!

- We'll get back into the Clock Tower. - The Clock Tower's a fortress.

We can't get in.

- No one can. - I can.

Look, I'm sorry I ran.

It won't happen again.

I'm so sorry for what I did.

- Look, Helena... - No!

We'll argue later.

Right now, I've got an idea.

What happened? I've been worried.

I killed them...

slowly.

You have a future in this organization.

Come here. Let me look at you.

What?

Is my make-up running again?

No. You look lovely, as usual.

Go rest. Eat.

We have work to do later.

Hey, you sure you're going to be all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Come on. What if this thing quits on you,

you lose control of your legs? That's a long way down.

Then you go on without me.

But it's not going to happen.

All right.

Helena should have the security bypassed by now. You ready?

- Yep. - Let's go.

That will be quite enough of that, Miss Helena.

Mistress Harley will be sorely disappointed.

We could do this all night.

That's always been one of my two favorite sentences.

Why won't you tell me how you broke my hypnotic spell?

Let me think.

Could it be because you're psycho?

Wait,

yeah, that's right.

An evil psycho.

Wait,

Wait, I almost forgot.

An evil psycho bitch!

Is that all you got?

You know, I have to say, I am impressed.

You've taken it for so long.

- I kind of had to. - Oh, right.

Superhero code.

- No. - No?

Okay, I'll bite.

I had to buy Alfred enough time...

to disable the security system.

What?

- All set, Alfred? - All set, Miss Helena.

Oh, Mistress Harley, buttle this.

You have an antidote.

That is so annoying.

- I'll just have to give you another dose. - No go.

Treated contact lenses.

Nice.

But who are we kidding? He's a hundred years old. They'll kill him in two seconds.

Yeah?

I think it's going to be a tiny bit more interesting than you think.

- Thanks. - Nice crib.

We like to call it home.

- Where is he? - Mr. Wade Brixton? He's gone.

Does it bother you that my lips were the last his touched?

Soft lips. So sweetly tender.

That cute little trickle of blood running down the side when he died.

Barbara, don't!

- Stay back, Helena! - Barbara, listen to me.

- There's nothing left to say. - Yes, there is.

You have saved me so many times. It's my turn.

When my mom died, you told me something that I didn't understand until right now.

You told me revenge might dull the pain,

but the less we felt, the less we were.

- It was a lie. - No, it wasn't.

Barbara, this is my last chance to get forgiveness for what I did.

If I could give my life to have Wade back, you know I would.

But I can't.

Barbara, we don't kill. No matter what.

I can't let you do this.

It makes us less.

It makes us less.

Barbara.

So, Alfred, you worked for this bat guy?

"Batman". Yes, Detective, for many years.

And he lived in a cave?

Well, no. Master Bruce lived in the manor.

The batcave was his operational headquarters, as it were.

Right. Well, what was up with this Robin character?

What was his story?

You sure you're okay, Gibson?

Quite sure. Yeah, no after effects whatsoever.

Although I do find it deeply disturbing that...

for the first time in my life, including gestation,

I remember absolutely none of it.

Consider yourself lucky.

Was it really that bad?

Let's just say we had no idea you identified so closely with King Kong.

- Anyways, could you give me a hand? - Yeah.

Delphi's quiet. The news reports say everything's back to normal.

Yeah, at least out there.

Barbara, I...

We've all lost people before, Helena.

You,

me,

Dinah.

And as long as we do this, that's...

a chance we take.

God, I miss him.

Barbara, I'm so sorry.

I know you are.

But you never chose any of this.

And what you did to set it right,

you know what you did.

You know who you are, Helena.

Yeah.

I kind of feel like...

maybe now I do.

Maybe I'm not Batman's little girl anymore.

Sometimes I feel like he's watching,

looking over my shoulder,

looking down on all of us.

Kind of like a big guardian bats.

Kind of. Kind of like that.

Master Bruce,

I thought you might want to know...

your daughter's doing rather well.

You would be most proud.

Most proud indeed.