All language subtitles for Batwoman02x13GOSSIP

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Do you know why
it's called beginner's luck?

I'll give you a clue.

It's because it's unexpected

and because it doesn't last.

As far as I'm concerned, it'll last

for 13 life sentences.

I love puzzles,

but yours, rookie Crow,
is missing a few pieces.

How did you solve Cluemaster's riddle?

I know it's just my first day,

but a little advice...

don't advertise the crime
you're about to commit

if you don't want to get caught.

But that's how I showcase

the sheer stupidity of mankind.

I provide the authorities
with all the clues

and then watch as they
screw it all up anyway.

I'm sorry your view
of mankind is so bleak.

Get well.

No one has ever matched
wits with the master.

Tell me how you did it.

Moore, please. I must know.

You have the rest of your
life in here to figure it out.

Err!

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Sun's up, fun's up, Brown. Get up.

Brown.

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What the?

Ugh!

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So not to backseat hero,

but maybe leave one conscious
to plant the tracker.

Takes all the fun out of it.

Aah!

Hyah!

Unh!

Agh!

Where's Black Mask?

Let me guess. You're more scared

of him than you are of me.

You have a code. He
doesn't. Do the math.

I love math. Here's some.

There are 3 bones in your ankle.

If I break two, how many are lef...

Freeze.

Hands in the air.

You got to be kidding me.

He's ours. Back the hell away.

Kind of in the middle of something.

Kind of gonna shoot you in the face.

Hands in the air.

Now!

- You hearing this?
- I know it's temping, but don't.

- You want to know why you guys suck?
- And here we go.

It's not just because you don't care

about 99% of the people in this city

or just because you lie and you cheat

and you cover up murders.

It's because you legit suck at your job.

5 seconds until we shoot.

I put a tracker on his boot, moron.

Guy had no idea. He would have led me

back to Black Mask,

I would have had the upper hand,

and the most dangerous man in Gotham

would have been behind bars!

Instead, your alpha asses show up late

acting like I was the enemy,

and they gave me time to do this.

I've seen my fair share of torture toys

if you know what I mean.

I think she knows what I mean,

but, um, what the hell is that?

Oh, you don't need to worry about this.

I'd rather you use your energy
conjuring up a name.

Gladly.

When you crashed my Snakebite
cookout last night,

you brought a friend...

Batwoman.

Friend? Ha ha ha!

No. That conniving,
pointy-eared manipulator

led me down the garden path

of partnership and trust

only to stab me in the back,

but you know what?

It's my fault. I should have known.

You put on the suit, you're not happy

until Alice is behind bars,

- but you know what really irks me...
- Shut up!

I'm the one doing the
torturing here, not you.

Give me her name so
I can destroy her life

the way she destroyed my business.

It eludes me.

You're lying.

Black Mask enjoys people making it

difficult for themselves.

Well, then I'm your girl.

Now if that doesn't pry
something out of you,

well, we got 9 more tries.

Yo. I'm ordering from
that bomb vegan wing place.

You want me to order you something?

Ryan, hey.

Why is there a Crow in our loft?

I thought you were working late.

I was, but then drama showed up

and ruined my night, so I cut out early.

Why is Crowphie here?

We were just hanging out.

I didn't realize I had
to run guests by you.

You don't. It's just... her?

Okay. Look. I'm not here
to add to your drama.

The guys at work sent me tequila

for my 5-year anniversary,

and I wanted to share it with someone.

You're welcome to join us.

And honestly, based on the vibage

that you just walked in here with,

it kind of seems like you could use

some ultra-expensive tequila right now.

So am I supposed to just act like

I'm cool with her being here?

As a lesbian who was married
to a man for 3 years,

I will say drinking
is the key to denial.

I thought you were bi.

Yeah. There's a lot we don't know

about each other yet, Ryan.

♪ Make you wish
that you never came ♪

One drink.

Never have I ever
had sex on an airplane.

♪ Put it all back together ♪

Ooh.

Everyone, relax. It was private.

Never have I ever sexted
the wrong person.

- Ryan, drink.
- Wait. What?

Ohh! Oh, my bad! My bad.

Mmm. Yeah. Your bad.

So whatever you have
going on with Imani,

just FYI, consider me
an unwilling third.

Ooh! Who is Imani?

I got one.

Never have I ever compromised my values

to support a white
supremacist organization.

- Hmm.
- Drink.

- Ooh.
- This is not working.

No, no, no, no. Hang on, hang on.

I got one. Okay.

Never have I ever kissed Batwoman.

Yeah.

Ha ha!

Never have I ever been
saved by Batwoman.

Mm-hmm.

When did Batwoman save you?

Last Halloween.

Oh. The O.G. Makes more sense.

Why does it make more sense?

I don't know, Ryan. Why would it make

absolutely no sense for the new Batwoman

to have saved you?

Huh?

It's okay. Heh heh.

Refills!

♪ 'Cause it's
something that's falling ♪

Eww.

- Ohh.
- Eww.

Eww.

They say the worm is lucky.

No. No, no, no. This...

That ain't a worm.

This is why you don't drink
hooch from the Crows.

♪ Crawling ♪

I think it's a puss caterpillar,

the southern flannel moth,

Genus Megaloypyge.

It's one of the most venomous
caterpillars in the world.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.
- No.

Okay, but according to the internet,

a single caterpillar isn't lethal.

So we're good, right?

Wait. I don't think we're the target,

and I don't think this bottle
came from your boys.

What?

"A girl's been poisoned.

(Not you. That's no fun.)

Can you save her before midnight?

I'll give you a clue, hot shot:

Probably not. Love...

Cluemaster".

Okay. Who the hell
is Cluemaster again?

Ever watch "Quiz Bowl" back in the day?

Uh, is that the "Jeopardy!" rip-off?

Not on purpose.

The host Arthur Brown got fired

and went on a murdering spree.

Along the way, he laid out
clues for law enforcement

to figure out where
his next kill would be.

It stumped everyone for weeks.

Called himself Cluemaster.

Guys, Arthur Brown
escaped Blackgate today.

Oh, fine. I'll call my dad,

tell him we made contact.

No, you can't.

This is all a part of Cluemaster's game.

If we involve the authorities,

he's gonna see it as cheating.

He's toying with me.

Getting his revenge.

- For what?
- He thinks he's

the most brilliant mind in Gotham.

He believes I'm the only person who's

ever solved one of his puzzles,

and it's driving him crazy.

Okay. Well, it's time
to solve another one.

Yeah. "A girl's been poisoned.

(Not you. That's no fun.)

Can you save her before midnight?

I'll give you a clue, hot shot:

Probably not".

Thanks. That's not a clue.

It's got to be. He's very specific

about the words he uses.

Has he ever called you hot shot before?

Not that I know of. Why?

What are you doing?

I'm making hot shots.

Okay. That's kind of sexy.

Anybody recognize this symbol?

I do. I know where to go.

Aah!

Kane.

Hi. I know I'm probably

the last person you expected to call.

Who is this?

It's Alice. Um, Beth.

Hello?

I don't...

I... I don't understand.

I need you to trace this call

and come rescue me.

I'm being held by Black Mask,

and the fact that I am S.O.S.ing the man

who had several shoot-to-kill
orders on me

should underscore my desire
to get the hell out of here.

Jacob Kane?

Hello?

You have the wrong number.

Daddy!

Daddy?

So wait. Cluemaster knew

you'd recognize some random-ass logo

in the middle of nowhere?

It's locked. Give me a boost!

After I put him away,
he became obsessed with me,

where I went to school, where I trained,

what kind of tequila I drink.

He couldn't figure out
how some rookie Crow

could solve a puzzle
that no one else could.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. What?

I don't need a boost?

You'll be fine.

Heh heh.

First fence?

It'll come as a shock to you,

but B&E doesn't come naturally.

Start looking for our vic,

keep your guard up.

What was this puzzle about?

"Quiz Bowl" was throwing a party

to honor the game show's top winners.

Arthur always thought the writers
dumbed down the questions

to appeal to a wider audience, so...

he put a riddle in the "Gazette",

said he was gonna bomb the party.

So how did you solve it?

The truth... I didn't.

All rookies spend a
year on the tip line,

and on my very first day,

a girl called in frantic,

told me about the puzzle,
then told me what it meant.

I was promoted to field agent

the very next day.

Because you lied and took credit

for something you didn't do.

You don't think it haunted me

every time I strapped
on a gun my first year

that maybe I didn't deserve to be there?

So whose glory did you steal?

Someone who begged me to keep
her identity a secret, so I did.

This will come as a shock to you,

but I can be trusted.

Guys!

"Just a nip should do the trick".

It's an antihistamine.

It'll counteract the poison.

Help! Help! Help me! Help!

What did he do to her?

Oh, my God. It's Stephanie Brown,

Cluemaster's daughter.

Help! Help me!

- Agent Moore!
- Stephanie, we're gonna get you out of there.

How? Th-there's no lock, no door.

What is... this?

Did... did he poison me?

Are you kidding me?

Just relax, okay?

My dad poisoned me
and locked me in a box!

- You relax!
- Hang tight.

Well, thanks. Yeah.
Where else am I gonna go?

Ohh!

And your brilliant plan will be?

We're at a firing range.

- We shoot it open.
- With the girl inside?

Would you guys shut up?

What are those?

I found these under the railing

chained to that gun.

- It's one of his puzzles.
- Exactly.

So if you two would just
release each other's throats

for two seconds, maybe we could actually

figure this thing out.

- 4 targets.
- Yeah.

- 4 bullets.
- That's how we get her out.

Look. We hit each of those targets

in this specific color order.

Too easy. The blocks
detach from the chain,

which means they're
probably not in order.

Besides, those symbols
have to mean something.

Okay. Alphabetical by animal then?

Okay. So, uh, bird, bobcat,
fly, and then spider.

Bobcat? That's a puma, which
means it comes after fly.

It's a bobcat, which
means it comes before.

You want to bet her life on it?

Hey! There's a girl
dying in a box. Think.

If they're not in the right order,
why chain them together

- in the first place?
- Food chain.

They are in pecking order.

Okay, so, bobcat/puma eats bird,

bird eats spider, and spider eats fly.

Let's find out.

Whoa, whoa! Who said you were shooting?

Pretty sure I just did.

Anyone want to discuss
the 5 shots of tequila

- you downed tonight?
- Mary.

- Yeah?
- Pick.

Someone who probably holds

a high score in duck hunt

or a military marksman?

Unless you have some sharpshooter skills

- you'd like to disclose.
- Go for it.

Thank you. Now back up.

Ohh!

Any questions?

Nope.

Hey. Drink this, drink this.

Ugh.

It's gonna be okay.

No. It's not.

What?

I don't think he's done.

Word of advice.

The last person who tried to one-up me

ended up with his eyes gouged out

like two olives on a toothpick.

Now that makes me want a martini.

Well, just tell Black Mask
who Batwoman is,

and you'll be drinking one soon.

Here's the thing. I could,

but then I wouldn't have the
satisfaction of killing her myself.

It's personal, but I've
had limited success

with my vengeance games as of late,

and quite frankly, it's
left me feeling rather...

pbb... unfulfilled.

Feelings. How awful.

I hope it's worth your life

one... eyeball... at a time.

Funny story.

You remind me of an inmate I heard of

at Arkham.

Sweet Circe Sionis.

Poked the baby blues out
of some corporate bigwig.

My Mouse and I used to
call her "Can't CEO killer".

Ahh. Memories.

He deserved it.

Who, dear?

The corporate bigwig.

He crossed a line,
and I had to make sure

he never found his way back.

You. You gouged his eyeballs out.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Why, if it isn't Circe Sionis.

I heard that you were trampled to death

in the Arkham breakout.

On the contrary. I was
rescued by my father.

And did you get those horrific burns

before or after Daddy saved you?

Touchy subject?

Enough about me.

It's time to talk about Batwoman.

Bring me Black Mask.

I'll tell him exactly
what he wants to hear.

So you woke up to discover

you were covered in some coded message?

You say that
like your dad doesn't write

cryptograms on you
while you're unconscious.

Got to be a clue to his next move.

Spoiler alert... his next move
is killing you, Agent Moore.

I swear when I asked you to cover for me

I had no idea he'd become
so obsessed with you.

It's not your fault.

Hold up. You were the one who solved

Cluemaster's puzzle back in the day?

Agent Moore took the bullet.

There's got to be a key built in.

If I can find the key,
I can crack the message

and stop him before he
makes his move on you.

Why would your dad do this to you?

I grew up trying to solve his puzzles.

As I got better, he used
me as a barometer.

If I couldn't solve them,
they were good,

so this morning after he flew the coop,

he paid me a visit.

He thought I'd be his partner in crime,

tried to enlist me in his
little revenge scheme.

He said that it took Einstein 10 years

to crack general relativity,

so he wanted his masterpiece
to take half that time.

5 years,

hence the fifth anniversary
of me arresting him.

He said now he can finally
finish what he started.

And let me guess.

We won't know what that is
until you crack that thing,

which is when?

Just me? I don't know.

It could take hours, it could take days.

What if there were two of you?

It's a cryptogram.

Well, thanks from last year.

Thought you guys said
he was a human computer.

Where's the RAM?

I'm sorry. Who are you exactly?

See if you can figure it out.

I'm smarter than my king. My
technology protects Wakanda.

Your name is Shuri?

Aw. You think it'd be as
easy as kissing a frog.

What is happening?

- No idea.
- I think it's how nerds flirt.

I woke a monster by reading
from the book of the dead.

I helped lay an iron giant to rest.

As smart as I'm mighty, the chosen
one still gets all the credit.

Stephanie.

I have to admit. I was not
expecting you to get that.

Uh, the first letter of every answer

to her clues of badass ladies

spelled out her name.

Clever. Shuri, Tiana, Evie,
Pepper, Hermione...

Great. Um, yeah. So if we are

through the foreplay
section of the night,

can you two geek out on how
to figure out that thing?

"You're stumped"?

Nah. I see exactly what's going on here.

- Heh!
- Mrrww!

"You're stumped". That was "Quiz Bowl's"

catchphrase whenever a contestant lost.

He wrote it here among a
bunch of random letters.

It's a substitution cipher.

So we have to encrypt
which units of plaintext

have been replaced with ciphertext.

How long is that gonna take?

Depends. Units can be a single letter,

- double letters, mixed.
- Monoalphabetic, polyalphabetic.

Where do you think your dad is now?

I figure if we can figure that out

then we don't have to deal with this.

He said he wants
to finish what he started.

"Quiz Bowl's" the last
place he tried bombing

before I stopped him, so
keep working this angle.

We'll go see if he's there.

I can't believe this is still here.

Huh.

This show always creeped me out.

What the hell did we just step on?

It's "Quiz Bowl" time!

Hey! Show yourself!

Welcome to a special edition

of "Quiz Bowl", Agent Moore!

It's got to be a recording.

I'm your host Cluemaster Arthur Brown,

- and you...
- We got to get out of here.

...are standing on an explosive
pressure plate.

No. It's weight-sensitive.
You step off, it blows.

Have I got your attention?

Good! Don't blow up!

We'll be right back after
a word from our sponsors.

C4 is wired to the plate.

Any ideas?

That whatever we do we do it quick?

He's not here. It is a recording

probably to distract me from
the puzzle he put on Stephanie.

Welcome back to "Quiz Bowl".

Can you figure out a way off in time?

I'll give you a clue.

In the end, you'll solve it.

Until then, are you ready
to win yourself more time?

Yes. Give us more time.

But if you're stumped,
it's instantly game over.

Great.

Let's get to the "Quiz Bowl".

Today's theme is Gotham villainy.

First clue. A poor man's
version of Cluemaster,

this questionable wordsmith
turns green with envy

when compared to me,

the premier enigmatist.

Is it: A, the Joker;

B, Poison Ivy; or, C, the Riddler?

Riddler!

I'm not seeing it. You?

I thought the "Y" in you're
was a substitute for "S"

and that would make the "O" a "Y",

and that's when my
eyes started crossing.

Tried the Caesar cipher?

That's way too boring for him.

Yeah. I figured.

What's this? Playfair?

Clever.

You know the playfair cipher?

Part of MIT's mystery hunt
my freshman year.

You went to MIT.

Class of '16.

Skipped a few grades.

Why? Did you?

I was planning on it, but...

Not smart enough?

Heh. Uh, long story.

Puzzles were how I earned
my dad's affection.

Called me his little Pointer.

Turns out he was just training me to be

his puzzle-breaking
lab rat so that he could

terrorize Goth...

Did you crack it?

- "Quiz Bowl" was a decoy.
- Okay.

Okay. So where is he?

I'm really sorry, Luke.

- Whoo! We are ready!
- Come on!

Hit me with it! Let's go!

This frosty foe gave the dark knight

a run for his money.

Is it: A, Mr. Freeze; B, the Penguin;

or, C, Captain Cold?

- A, Mr. Freeze.
- Whoa, whoa. No. Hang on!

Victor Fries. When his wife got sick,

he tried to freeze her
till the found a cure.

"A run for his money". The Penguin
owns Iceberg Lounge,

which has a backroom casino.

Angelique used to work there.

I stand corrected.

Your final clue.

Batwoman thwarted this
tally-totaling hitman

just after donning her new do.

Is it: A, Victor Zsasz; B...

A!

- Pretty confident.
- I read about it in the paper.

That's all for this episode
of "Quiz Bowl"!

45 minutes on the clock,

and remember, Agent Moore, in the end,

you'll solve it.

What does that even mean?

We should call Batwoman.

She could get us out of this.

Yeah. Because that's a possibility.

Uh, how would we even get ahold of her?

Bat-signal.

So you just beckon her, and she what,

grapples on over?

She's shown up every
time I've turned it on.

Well, it's Friday at 2 A.M.

I'm sure she's busy.

You're probably right, Ryan,

and what is your idea again that we can

accomplish in 45 minutes?

We need to replace our weight

on the pressure plate with
an exact counterweight.

- And how do we do that?
- We call Luke!

Ohh.

The once-powerful queenpin of Gotham

now protecting the city's
hero. It's pathetic.

I've had enough of this.

Give me Batwoman's name,

or end up all over my malbec.

What's in a name?

Circe, Black Mask...

Roman Sionis.

What did you do?

Circe told me her father rescued her

from the Arkham breakout,
so I got to thinking

how would dear, old dad feel
about his precious daughter

hanging out with a guy who
wears a kinky skullcap?

Unless dear, old dad is the guy

in the kinky skullcap.

You just gave me 3 reasons to kill you.

Relax. This is a good thing.

You happened to kidnap Gotham's

most illustrious skin seamstress.

I... I make faces, human faces.

If you want your daughter to stop hiding

behind that cheeseboard,

then let me help you.

I can give you your
beautiful daughter back.

Tell me how.

Oh, I'll do one better. I'll show you.

Sophie's right. We need Batwoman.

Unfortunately, Batwoman is standing
on a bomb at the moment.

Doesn't have to be.

What are you saying? You
want me to tell Sophie?

Maybe it's not the worst
thing in the world.

What?!

Still no answer. Tried 10 times.

Okay. It's a puzzle, guys.

Cluemaster said, "In the
end, you'll solve it".

We just need to figure
out what that means.

I already have.

The answer is there is no answer.

In the end, meaning end of my life,

I'll figure that out.

The way out is to die.

Ryan, we need to do something.

Easy to say from the cheap seats.

You know this pressure plate
was meant for you, right?

You know there's a terrorist
roaming somewhere in Gotham

who needs to be stopped, right?

Hey. Okay. The
arguing is not helping.

She is the one refusing to trust me.

Why would a I trust you?

Because not trusting me
means you both die.

I will never trust a Crow,
especially you.

I know you're Batwoman, Ryan!

Heh. What?!

That's crazy.

Mary, please tell her that sounds crazy.

It's...

Insane? That's insane.

We can keep this little charade going

while you're both standing on a bomb,

or you can tell me
what to do to save you.

Go to Kate's office at Wayne.

There's a necklace on the shelf.

You turn it, and it'll
open up an elevator.

If you take it all the way down,

you'll end up in a cave
with a bunch of gadgets.

Grab the red-and-black baton.

Smart choice.

I'll be back.

It explains why Sophie came over

with that big-ass bottle of tequila.

What are you even talking about?

She was trying to liquor you up...

because we both know you can talk...

to get you to confirm her
suspicions about me.

She would never do that.

Really? Why? Because she's your friend?

You and Luke were on my ass

for putting Angelique's life
before protecting my identity.

Where's your concern for it now?

I don't think that this is about
protecting your identity.

Really? Then what is this about?

That you hate the Crows so much

you can't think rationally.

I know your history with them,

and I know how awful they were to you,

but we're standing on a bomb, Ryan,

and you would rather watch
it tick down with me on it

than trust a legitimately good person,

so thank God Sophie knew
you were Batwoman

because now we might actually
have a chance at not dying.

My childhood home?

I'll give you a clue.

Your puzzles are getting easier.

On the contrary, Pointer.

You're getting smarter,
maybe even smarter than me.

You know it's a dog, right?

Why are you wearing that creepy outfit?

For years, I held a grudge
against a quiz show

for dumbing down their answers.

My world was so tiny back then.

Oh, but there's nothing
like 5 years in prison

to expose you to all the ignorance

and stupidity on this planet.

Let's weed them out together.

What, because you're such a genius?

Your fight's not with Agent Moore.

No rookie cop's smart enough
to outwit the master.

You don't get it. She didn't outwit you.

Then why did I spend the
last 5 years behind bars?

Because I put you there.

I saw your puzzle in the
"Gazette", I solved it.

I spoiled your plans
by calling the Crows.

Agent Moore answered. I begged
her to say that it was her

so that you wouldn't do to me
what you were gonna do

to all those innocent quiz bowl winners.

I taught you, I nurtured you,

I... I made you in my image.

Why would you betray me? We're the same.

One difference, Dad.
You're going back to prison.

What?

What are you doing, Dad?

What, you're gonna kill us both?

Life is a puzzle, Stephanie.

This is the only piece that fits.

No. No! Dad, unlock the door!

Unlock the door!

Stephanie, get down! Get down!

Hey. You okay?

How did you find me?

Just because I didn't go to MIT

doesn't mean I didn't get in.

I'm sorry, Mary. You're right.

I don't trust her, and now
it's gonna get us killed.

It's just...

when I walked in tonight

and interrupted girl talk

between you and Sophie...

if you want to talk, Mary, talk to me.

She thinks my dad's on Snakebite.

What?! You're... No way.

Yeah. That's what I said,

but she found a used syringe
in his office, and...

It does.

It matches some strange behavior,

and if you think about
everything that he's lost...

both wives, Beth, Kate.

I mean, after he closed down the clinic,

he pretty much lost me, too.

Can you blame him for
wanting to escape all this?

Sophie just... wanted to check in on me.

She just wants to see me happy.

Well, let's just hope she
wants to see you alive.

Pretty sure she does.

I got it! What's the plan?

Go up to the big stagedoor,
open it all the way,

and take cover!

- What are you gonna do?
- Go!

What... what the? Ugh!

Hang on.

You okay?

That... was... awesome!

Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Like I said, you can trust me.

He couldn't stand to live in a world

where I was smarter than him.

Well, according to the EMT,
he's gonna make a full recovery,

so I guess his consequence
will be having to.

You know you're nothing like him, right?

Genetically, I'm 50% him,

which basically means a coin flip

will determine if I eventually
go full Vader.

Okay. It's not gonna happen.

Took you out pretty effortlessly.

Okay. "A", it was a cheap shot,

and, "B", you were protecting me.

- I was protecting you?
- Yeah.

You knew he'd be here, and
you knew he was dangerous.

Only thing you didn't know is that
I'd be able to apply your keyword.

It took me a minute
to find an Arthur Brown

who once lived on Sycamore Ave., though.

Hmm.

Grew up in this house.

I spent my entire childhood trying

to impress a miserable egomaniac,

and for what?

For him to try and kill me?

I don't want anything to do with him.

And you don't have to.

You will find your own people.

I did.

I'd give you my number,
but I have a feeling

you're smart enough to figure it out.

Hey, Dad. Stopped by the penthouse,

and the doorman said he
hadn't seen you in days.

Where are you? I'm worried,
okay? Call me back.

Mary, need you stat!

Oh, my God. What happened?

Couple homeless guys found
him in Burnside Park.

Snakebite injector still in his leg.

Dad, Dad!

Get the paddles! He's coding!

Dad, Dad, stay with me, okay?

Dad!

Dad!

So... maybe Cluemaster
was right all along.

You are good at puzzles.

♪ As an escape ♪

How did you put the pieces
together that I was Batwoman?

When we infiltrated False Face.

I found the drive assist Battech

under the steering console.

I had it analyzed and replaced

before you even noticed it was missing.

It contained recorded audio

of you telling Luke you wished
you were in the Batmobile.

Damn.

I'm not your enemy, Ryan.

You mean you're not Batwoman's enemy

because we both know a few days ago

you thought Ryan Wilder was
an ex-con without a future.

And I'm here to say I was wrong,

and I'm sorry.

Prove it.

Keep this from the Crows.

I already have.

The other day when Agent Tavaroff

was running Batwoman's DNA for an I.D.,

I erased the one casefile
it could be traced back to...

Ryan Wilder.

I know what it's like to be outed.

I didn't want to force you to trust me.

I wanted to earn it.

I hope this is a start.

How do I know you won't kill me

the second I put this on her?

You don't. It's called suspense.

The correct answer is
because a mask like this

requires touchups.

You may have made your millions selling

overpriced wrinkle cream,

but human flesh is my department.

Put on the damn face!

I assume you have a
concealer in her skin tone.

Well, unless you want her looking like

Michael Meyers.

Are you sure this is...

really what you want... Circe?

I want to be me again.

That's all well and good,

but the real Circe died in Arkham.

I know because I was one of the inmates

who stepped over her dead body

on my way out the door.

My name... is Circe Sionis.

If you say so.

Now... this will be close,

but it won't be perfect.

That wasn't the agreement.

Oh. No. I'm sorry. My work

is exquisite,

but the girl in this photo
has brown eyes,

and yours, my dear, are blue,

but eyes and their
adorable, little sockets

are your specialt...

You. How are you...

Your eyes.

You have our father's eyes.

Kate.

Greg, move your head!

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