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Previously on "Batwoman"...

Hey. What was up with Ryan before?

She didn't tell you?

- Tell me what?
- Doesn't matter.

I'm Poison Ivy!

You killed someone, Mary.

You thought you just
flung him out of your way,

but you didn't.

He's dead.

Give me the buzzer.

I'll find a way to make it work.

I want my son back in exchange.

Fine.

By midnight, or we have a problem.

Et tu, Batwoman?

Gothamites are reeling
from the revelation

that it was the scarlet knight herself

who was responsible for unleashing

batvillains past
on an unsuspecting G-town.

Thanks to business queenpin Jada Jet

having blown the whistle, we now know

that we have the caped crusader to thank

for the recent spate of rogues
who have plagued this city,

and while it's unclear
what prompted Ms. Jet

to be so catty towards Batty,

I for one am dying to see
how this bat spat plays out.

LUKE, ON COMMS: Batbar to
Batwoman. When we diverted

the water from the dam to the
sewers, we didn't factor in

Gotham's crappy infrastructure.

- Bottom line it.
- Clogged sewer backed up.

It's flooding the area
around Mary's clinic.

- If the water wakes up Marquis...
- I'm on my way.

Oh, my God.

Nothing creepy about that.

I don't know what's scarier...

him being gone or...
what he left behind.

Now that I know who you are,

I know who I can hurt one by one.

Ha ha ha!

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It's all my fault.

We will get this cleaned up

as soon as we find Marquis.

I'm not talking about the clinic.

I helped Pamela do this.

I killed that man.

I told Marquis who you were.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

He can tell everyone who you are.

I've put all of our lives in danger,

so how many more people are
gonna get hurt because of me?

No. No!

That wasn't you. That was the infection.

You understand me?

Listen to me.

You are Dr. Mary Hamilton.

You have saved so many lives, Mary.

But what about Marquis?

How are we gonna stop him?

We are gonna get that Joy Buzzer fixed

and undo the damage
the Joker did to him.

This thing spent 13 years in cryo freeze

and then got chucked
into the Gotham river.

Pretty sure we voided the warranty.

- So you can't fix it?
- No.

I mean, my dad would have
studied this thing

after Batman took down the Joker,

but maybe if we had my dad's AI

we could get some answers.

Uh, Mary...

Any idea where it is?

The night of the party,
I gave it to Marquis.

I wanted to hurt you
in the worst possible way.

I'm so sorry, Luke.

Yeah. It's o... it's okay.
It's not your fault.

I know who can fix your little buzzer.

The person who originally built it.

Meet Kiki Roulette,
the Joker's toy maker.

Her delightful creations include

the Joker's acid flower,

his infamous smiley face nerve gas bomb,

and, uh, that little
trinket right there.

Sounds like you're a real fan.

There's nothing wrong with admiring

someone who takes pride in her work.

There is if her work killed people,

hundreds of people.

- Okay. So how do we find her?
- Well, that's the problem.

When the Joker wa...

When the Joker was
apprehended by Batman,

Kiki evaded capture and disappeared.

Can you access her medical records?

That's some pretty intense eyewear,

probably a very specific prescription.

Good call. Rare prescription indeed.

Factoring in deterioration of age,

yeah, okay.

Got a possible match in Drescher

for a Kathleen Rogers.

Could be an alias.

Yeah. I mean, this might be our girl.

The address is for a halfway house.

- Okay. I'm on it.
- No.

I'll go.

You should focus on Marquis.

We're talking about enlisting the help

of an emotionally unstable terrorist

to repair frontal lobe damage

with a children's toy.

A doctor should probably be involved.

Alice, go with her.

Oh. Uh, why me?

Yeah. Why her?

Because as far as Marquis knows,

Alice and Mary are still batenemies,

which means he won't be targeting them.

You two, on the other hand,
are still in his crosshairs.

I'm sorry. Can we
just go back to the part

about not being a batenemy?

I'm confused.

Okay. So what are we supposed to do?

Lay low while I try
to track down Marquis.

Hey. I got a better idea.

Why don't we just tell Marquis

I kissed you and you pushed me away?

Then I'll be in the clear, right?

I didn't push you away.

Then what is it you think you did?

I don't know. I...

We have bigger problems.

- Is that what we are, a problem?
- You know what I mean.

Actually, that's the whole point.

I don't know, and you won't tell me.

I feel like...

We need to focus on keeping Gotham safe.

We can wait for us.

Sorry. Am I interrupting?

- No.
- Yes.

I was just about to
suit up to find Marquis.

Well, you're not gonna
have to look very far.

He's on every channel.

The buildings you see behind me

are where all of the insanity in Gotham

is supposed to be locked up
safely and away form the public,

but I'm here to tell you
the real insanity

is out there,

and it's dressed up like a bat.

What does it say about our city

that its supposed protector is signified

by a rabid bloodsucker
who moves in the shadows,

hidden from the eyes of the public,

and any accountability?

How many people have
to keep paying the price

for Batwoman's insanity?

Shouldn't the city
at least know her name?

But if Batwoman won't
take responsibility,

I guess I'll have to.

Somebody has to restore
the sanity to Gotham.

That's why as CEO of Wayne Enterprises,

I've entered into a partnership
with the city,

and I will pour millions of dollars

into improving this notorious asylum

so that the truly ill among us
like Batwoman

can at last have the professional help

they so desperately need.

Mr. Jet, what exactly are your plans

for improving mental health
in Gotham, and are you...

Got to be honest. That's not the way

I thought Marquis would
be led into Arkham.

I thought him taking over Wayne was bad,

but whatever he's got planned
for Arkham can't be good.

I don't get it. He had all

of Gotham watching, and he could
have outed me as Batwoman.

I mean, it would have been
so easy to destroy me.

Maybe you're not his target.

Maybe the thing he wants to destroy is

the symbol of the bat itself.

I don't know. I can't help but to think

there's another reason.

Well, whatever it is, it's got Marquis

presenting himself to Gotham
as some kind of hero.

We need to expose him
for what he really is.

Because apparently the purple hair

and Joker couture was too subtle?

He killed a Wayne security guard,

doctors at Jeturian.

I mean, there's got to be video.

- He scrubbed all that.
- There must be some proof somewhere.

Yeah... and I think

Jada's sitting on it.

She told me she had
something over Marquis,

some kind of leverage
that kept her safe.

If it's bad enough to protect Jada,

maybe it's good enough
to protect the city.

Mr. Jet, I appreciate your
generous donation to Arkham,

but I do have some concerns

about your plans
for a work release program.

I see it as more of a compassionate
non-confinement.

Mr. Jet, these are dangerous criminals.

You think locking them up
makes them any less dangerous?

How else do you expect
a caged animal to behave?

We're not talking about stray dogs here.

And yet that's exactly
how you're treating them.

These are sadistic rapists, Mr. Jet,

serial murderers,
the worst of the worst.

Good.

That's exactly who I want to meet.

Victor Zsasz.

Like the hair.

I've been thinking of growing mine out.

Heh. Marquis Jet.

Big fan of your work.

Heh. Well, then we have
something in common.

I'm a fan of my work, as well.

So it's true. You mark

each of your kills with a scar.

Consider my body my resume.

Well, from the look of it,

you're probably already
collecting your pension, huh?

Heh. There's always room for a few more.

Ahh. I was hoping you'd say that.

Heh heh heh.

Looks like the place.

Does it ever get easier,

living with the things you've done?

And don't say it's not my fault.

Oh, that's what the
batteam's been telling you?

Yeah. That's probably because they
think you're too emotionally fragile

to handle the truth.

Which is?

It's totally your fault.

That hunter didn't vine
hurl himself into the tree,

and dyeing your hair
back to its natural color

doesn't change that.

So... so what do I do now?

Easy. You take all of your feelings,

and you bury them deep down inside,

and you cover them up with a layer

of "people die all the time",

and then you sprinkle on some

"he probably did bad stuff, too",

and then you pack it down

with a nice little bit of "he
might have even deserved it",

and then, poof, all those
icky, no-good feelings

go bye-bye!

At least that's what I'd do.

But... I'm not a sociopath.

Amber, I'm not
the one restricting your curfew.

You are. Privilege comes
with its responsibilities.

Now go... go see if you can
help out in the kitchen.

- Hi.
- Hello.

We're looking for one
of your residents...

Kiki Roulette.

Might be going by Kathleen Rogers.

Yeah. Kiki.

She let our care some time ago.

It wasn't a good fit.

Well, do you know where she went?

Honestly, we were just
happy to see her go,

not that we don't wish her the best.

Uh... uh, okay.

Well, thanks anyway.

Sorry to bother you.

Actually, we do mean to bother you.

Crazy knows crazy... Kiki.

It's Kathleen now.

Uh, what are you doing?

Marquis has my dad's AI.

If he's busy playing
mayor of crazy town,

now's my best chance to get it.

If you're breaking into Wayne
Tower, I'm going with you.

Nope. Sorry. You're staying put.

I'm not gonna be responsible for putting

whatever you are to Ryan in danger.

Heh. We kissed. It's not important.

Sure about that?

Fine. I kissed her.

I thought she was into it,
but then she blows me off.

Then she tries to order me to stand down

like I'm some Point Rock plebe

when I'm the only one on the Batteam

with an actual certification
in special weapons

and tactics.

You should be able to
handle the line launcher.

Saw Marquis on the TV.

Seems like he hates Batwoman

almost as much as you do.

Batwoman shouldn't have provoked him.

First she abducts him,
and then she loses him.

No wonder it sent him over the edge.

I don't think he needed much of a push,

but you don't seem concerned
about being a target.

We have an arrangement.

Does this arrangement
have anything to do

with your videos of Marquis's misdeeds?

His father died under pretty
mysterious circumstances.

I bet you've got something
in that library

that could solve that little whodunit.

And what if I did?

Then you need to use it now.

Turn it over to the authorities.

Stop protecting him.

Everything you have been
afraid of all these years

is about to happen.

If you think Marquis
is gonna let your home videos

get in the way of his revenge,

you don't know your son.

Excuse me. Ms. Jet,

there's a man here to see you.

He doesn't have an appointment.

Oh, my God.

But he does have a gun.

I promise, Ms. Jet, I won't
take up much of your time

frankly because

you don't have much of it left.

Oh. Hey, Ryan. Heh.

I'm actually glad that we ran

into each other, Ryan,

because I got to say

you have done really well for yourself.

Much appreciated.

Uh, I meant to get you a congrats gift

after you made Wayne CEO,

but by the time I got around to it,

you'd already been disgraced,

and it just felt like it'd be
bringing up a sore subject,

but honestly, congrats and... sorry.

- You know this man?
- In another life.

Life. Thank you.

Man, I was really struggling
for a segue there,

and you totally bailed me out.

Life, as in yours, Ms. Jet,

is hanging in the balance here.

You got the evidence you came for.

Heh. I'm afraid it's a little
more complicated than that.

Ooh!

Then why don't I make it simple?

Whatever you're being paid,
I'll triple it.

Well...

Considering your son hired me,

killing you just lets
him inherit more money

that he can then give to me,

so it's really just a waste of our time,

yours especially.

Well, if it's me you're after,

then you can let my daughter go.

Whoa.

Daughter? Wait.

I thought your mom was dead, right?

Dead mom number one died in childbirth,

blah, blah, blah, foster care,

and then you were adopted
by dead mom number two.

So how does that make her
soon-to-be dead mom number 3?

She's not.

She's my biological mother,
who didn't die in childbirth.

So after years of separation,

you two actually found each other

and reconnected only to discover

that despite being
apart you both stormed

the corporate CEO patriarchy

to become powerful titans of business?

Now that's what I call a happy ending.

Heh.

Except for the part where I have to do

what childbirth didn't,

but... uh-oh... twist!

There is a chance
for a last-minute rescue

but only if Batwoman comes to save you.

So here's the deal.

I left a little note on the Bat-Signal.

There it is. Apparently, your son

wants to give Batwoman
a ringside seat to your demise.

I'm not really sure what her dog is

in this fight, but let's put an hour

on the clock anyway,

factoring in Gotham rush hour.

That ought to give
lady bat plenty of time

to get here.

Of course, then she
has to stop me. Heh heh.

The suspense might kill me
before I have to kill you.

Heh. So if you two have any
last mother-daughter things

you want to discuss...

funeral arrangements, perhaps...

now would be the time.

Why would you want me to fix this thing?

It's already hurt so many people.

Because we think we can use it to help

the last person it hurt.

The little boy on the bus.

And that little caterpillar blossomed

into quite the psychotic butterfly.

Exactly as the buzzer
was designed to do.

The electrical impulses
rendered the part

of his brain controlling
empathy dormant,

flipped it off like a light switch.

But another zap would flip it back on?

In theory, yes.

A jolt to a psychotic brain

would reopen those neural pathways.

- Okay. Great.
- I'd need my tools to fix it.

They're all back
at the Joker's old workshop.

I've worked so hard to put
all of this behind me.

I don't want to go back.

Oh, come on.

The only thing you don't
want to go back to

is prison,

and as someone who used to be a huge fan

of yours, I see right through that

12-step, safe space, den mother routine.

So you can drop the act.

It's not an act.

I've worked for over a decade and a half

to find ways to make up
for the damage I've done.

Who knew fixing this awful thing

would be one of them?

You should save yourself the time

and just shoot me.

Batwoman's not coming.

- You think?
- I don't know if you've been

keeping up with current events,

but there's a bit of bad
blood between me and her.

You, too? Wow!

We have so much in common.

I mean, I didn't abandon
a daughter to this city's

brutally underfunded foster system

all the while perched comfortably
atop a billion-dollar empire,

but, you know, potato, potahto.

I didn't abandon her.

No. You just paid a doctor $2 million

to do it for you.

Now, this is the content I came for.

The money wasn't to cover
up giving birth to you, Ryan.

No. It was to cover up your affair.

It's more complicated than that.

It was a different time,

and I was in a different place.

I was looking at everything
that I had worked for

going down the drain, and then...

The doctor told me about a couple

who were desperate to
have a child of their own,

and... I saw it as an opportunity

to give you a loving home.

The two million was supposed
to go to the family

to ensure that you
would want for nothing.

All those years, I thought
you were being cared for

by loving parents, but...

It was only when you found me

that I realized that the doctor

had kept the money for himself

and dropped you off at a fire station.

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Because I was trying to push you away

to protect you from Marquis.

But... clearly I failed on all fronts.

I just want to thank you
both for letting me

be a part of this special moment. Truly.

Thank you.

But...

It seems Batwoman is a no-show,

and I'm afraid a deadline is a deadline.

It's a very violent word
when you think about it,

but entirely appropriate to this moment.

Ryan... any last words for Ms. Jet?

Yeah.

Mom...

Duck.

Agh!

Unh!

My god.

That's why Batwoman didn't show up.

She was here the whole time.

Anything I can do to help?

Yes. Keep her from touching that.

I remember you, talky teddy.

Ohh! Oh, you were
the hottest toy of the holidays.

Every kid in class wanted one.

Little did they know Kiki over here

had attached the pull cord to the pin

of a fragmentation grenade
hidden inside.

How many people were...

Killed?

5. 2 adults, 3 children.

Another 12 suffered permanent injuries.

How do you move on from that?

You don't.

You live with it every day.

At least that's what
my therapist spent years

trying to get through to me.

I had all the excuses.

It wasn't me. The Joker made me do it.

There's no escape from all
the pain that I caused.

My mind started to play tricks on me.

I would see my victims everywhere.

What did you do to make it stop?

Once I reached my breaking point,

my therapist insisted that
I had to do the hard work,

that I needed to accept responsibility

for everything that I'd done.

The people I hurt can't
forget what I did to them,

so... how can I?

Nice landing. Ryan would be impressed.

Heh. Not that she'd ever show it.

She's just so hard to read sometimes.

You know, one minute,

I think she's into me.

The next minute, she's shutting me out.

And you thought pulling
her in for a kiss

would clear things up?

Cameras deactivated.

Honestly, I don't
know what I was thinking.

I do. Pretty sure I know your type.

Hey. For the record...

I was into Ryan long before
I knew she was Batwoman.

Exactly how long... For the record?

Not important.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You had a crush on Ryan back when
you thought she was a criminal?

We're done talking about this.

I'm not.

Pretty sure you are.

Dad, can you hear me?

Been a while, son.

Yeah. Believe me. I know.

I'm taking you home.

Hold up.

We've got access to Marquis's laptop.

We'd be crazy if we didn't
take a peek under the hood.

Dad, want to help us hack a laptop?

I know a guy in my profession's

not supposed to develop
feelings for his targets,

but you two really
bull's-eyed me right here.

So where do we go from here?

Well... based on recent history,

you call Dana DeWitt with your latest
scoop outing me as Batwoman.

I wouldn't do that to you.

You sure about that?

Ever since we've met,

all you've done is take away
anything good in my life.

You came after me as CEO of Wayne,

and you came after me as Batwoman,

and you think some sob story about how

you tried to give me $2 million

would make a damn difference.

Did you ever wonder where I was,

how I was doing?

Did you ever even think about me?

Of course I thought about you.

Yeah.

Just not enough to check up on me.

You want to know what
I would have wanted

instead of $2 million?

A mom who cared enough to
make sure I was in good hands,

that I had someone to walk me to school

my first day of kindergarten,

someone to make me
cupcakes for my birthday,

someone to yell at me
for staying up too late

watching TV,

but I had to wait 14 years

for any of that!

You're right.

And look at you...

the child I gave nothing to,

and you achieved all of this.

I gave Marquis everything...

And look how he turned out.

Maybe the greatest thing
I ever did for you

was staying out of your life.

Ryan, Marquis is using Arkham inmates

as his own personal security force,

and he's siccing Zsasz on you and Jada.

Yeah. I already dealt with him,

but how do you know that?

Luke and I hacked into his computer

after we broke into Wayne Tower.

You what? I told you to lay low.

And I didn't listen
because I don't have to.

You're not my keeper,
and you're not my...

Anything.

No. Just someone
trying to keep you safe.

Fight about it later.
We got bigger problems.

According to his call log,
Marquis has been in contact

with Kiki Roulette.

You got it working again?

Yes, but the circuit board's so corroded

buzzer's only got one zap left in it,

and that's the good news.

Which seems to imply there's bad news.

Heh heh heh heh!

Oh, it's bad. It's really bad

because, you see,

now that this thing's working again,

I'm not sure how much longer
Marquis needs you alive anymore.

Heh heh ha ha ha!

Right back at you.

Ha ha ha ha!

I probably should have expected that.

And that.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Mary's not picking up.

Sophie's sending you the
GPS location of her phone.

- Batwing out.
- Let's get the hell out of here.

One second. I want
to clone the hard drive.

If I knew you were gonna be snooping,

I'd have cleared my browser history.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

So everything you said
your therapist told you

about healing, doing all the
hard work, those were all lies?

Oh, no, no, no. That was all true.

I just didn't want to do it.

In my defense, though, my therapist

was Harleen Quinzel, so, you know.

Ha ha ha!

Kiks, how's my favorite toy maker doing?

Happy to be dealt back into the game.

Well, you can thank
your former Arkham cell mate

for connecting us, and I can thank you

for getting me the Joy Buzzer.

Yeah. About that.
There's not much joy left.

Circuitry's shot. You got one buzz.

Good!

That's all I need.

Oh, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Boss, you better take this.

Your plan to make me
witness Jada's death

didn't work out.

Well, if somebody needed
a win, it was you.

You know, honestly with all
the bad press you're getting,

I'm shocked that you even wanted
to show your face in public.

How about I give them
a name to go with it, hmm?

What do you think they'll say then?

Not a damn thing because
you're not gonna tell them.

- Oh. You sure about that?
- Yeah. You are, too.

Because the moment you say my name,

all of Gotham will know how much

I accomplished with nothing,

and how little you accomplished
with everything.

Well, you got me there,

but you know what I've got?

Your friends, not to mention

your sidekick and your side piece.

What do you want?

To do what I promised,

to hurt the people
you care about one by one.

Now, how do you want to do this?

You, uh... you want to
do it alphabetically,

by birthday,

by height?

Hey, Batwoman. Remember when I told you

I could take care of myself?

I meant it.

Unh!

Agh! Agh!

Agh! Ohh!

That's quite an entrance.

Don't get all impressed just yet.

I lost the buzzer.

Marquis has it now.

I just wanted you to know
so you can be ready.

There's no telling what he has planned.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to stop him.

I'm pretty sure I'm the one
who should be saying that.

I failed him just like I failed you.

I couldn't acknowledge
the love that I had for you,

so I signed a check,

and I hoped for the best,

but it doesn't mean
that I didn't love you

or that I didn't consider
you a part of me.

I named you after my own father,

and I did think about you every day,

but I had to bury those feelings,

or they would have crushed me,

which is clearly what I do
when I don't want to get hurt.

I put up a wall.

So that's where I get that from.

That's my life, Ryan.

Don't let it be yours.

All right. Diagnostic complete.

Looks like you survived
a nightmare road trip

and a stint with a Joker fan boy.

Thanks to you, son.

I see you decided to
wear the suit again.

- Yeah. Sorry about that.
- Don't be.

Oh, good. Because I'm not.

It took me a while,
but I finally realized

that I was just using
the suit to protect myself

from the things that
I didn't want to face.

So you figured out
you didn't need the suit

to be a hero.

I knew you'd get there, Lucas.

Thanks, Dad.

But you couldn't have
told me that sooner?

Any other thoughts you'd like to share?

- Just one.
- Mm-hmm?

I'm proud of you.

Heh heh ha ha ha!

Ahh.

They say you should
never meet your heroes.

What do they say
about meeting your villains?

I'm sure they'll say
we make a great team.

And with one buzz left,

who's gonna get the last laugh?

Heh heh heh!

Ha ha ha!

Alice?

It's me. You can come out now.

I'm alone.

What's with all the black?

Where did you come from?

It's actually for where I'm going,

the wake for the hunter.

The man that I killed.

Oh, my goodness.

That touchy feely terrorist really did

a number on you, didn't she?

Please tell me you're
not taking life advice

from a woman who puts hand grenades

in teddy bear tummies.

It doesn't mean that she's wrong.

No. It means she cocooned explosives

inside fuzzy symbols of kindness

that children instinctively want to hug.

And if I don't take responsibility

for all of the pain that I've caused

and do the hard work to make amends,

then I am no different than her.

Kiki really sent you
on a guilt trip, huh?

Oh, and look. She even packed you a bag.

Actually, this is for you.

With your immunity deal gone bye-bye,

I packed as much of
your stuff as I could fit.

There's cash in here, too,

enough to get you far away from here.

Yeah. Um...

I can't leave Gotham just yet.

What possible reason
do you have to stay?

Everyone's hunting you, Alice.

I know, but, uh...

What if I wasn't Alice?

I don't want to be her anymore.

I don't want to be a sociopath.

Oh, my gosh.

This is huge.

I can help you.

I was hoping you'd say that

because I'm not really the kind of gal

who likes to do the hard work.

Then what do you want?

The Joy Buzzer.

We need the buzzer for Marquis.

But you have a sister

who needs it more.

Look. If you brought me
down here to lecture me,

I don't tell you when to be Batwoman,

and you can't tell me
what I can and can't do.

- I'm not your sidekick.
- It's not about that.

Well, then if it's about you
wanting to protect me,

I'm not your damsel to rescue.

I know. It's not about that either.

Then what is it about?

It's about me being real with you.

I keep people at arm's length.

I lost a lot of people in my life,

and I am scared to death
to lose anyone else,

so I don't let people in,

and the whole superhero thing

gives me an excuse to keep doing that.

I get it.

I won't push.

You don't have to.

I'll buy you a new one.

- I hate that thing.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Greg, move your head.

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