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We'll be right there, commissioner.

I agree with the commissioner,
Batman.

This clue looks like it points
to the Gotham River.

There's always more to a clue
than what meets the eye.

Crazy Quilt's paintings
are no exception.

He's referring to waves of light,
not water.

Red, blue and green are the basic colors
by which the human eye perceives light.

Here's where we'll find
that flamboyant fiend.

Quilt is after the extremely dangerous
stimulated emission light amplifier.

Gosh, Batman, you're right again.

No time to rest on our laurels, Robin.
Stay alert.

Hold it right there, Quilt.
We cracked your color clues.

And now you're painted into a corner.

The Dynamic Duo.

Allow me to introduce my comrades,
the Color Guard.

They'll make abstracts of both of you.

Ha. The Caped Crusaders win again.

I will carve the cityscape into
a masterpiece to rival Mount Rushmore.

That's a pretty ambitious plan
for a guy who can barely dress himself.

No taunting, Robin.

Insolent whelp.

Cowards.
Step forth and submit to my genius.

Holy delusions of grandeur, Batman.

I think Quilt is a few colors short
of a rainbow.

He needs to be taught
to stay between the lines.

Sacrifice yourself
and go from mere men

to masterpieces.

I guess Crazy Quilt
finally saw the light, Batman.

Yes, Robin.

He's learned the hard way
that justice is blind.

Come out with your hands up.

That's not gonna work on him.

Omega alert. Officer in need of backup.
The big backup.

Walking out the front door
with a 2-ton safe?

You're about as subtle
as you are smart, Grundy.

Mind if I borrow that?

I may be small, but around here,
I'm the big man in charge.

No boss. No lectures.

And the best part,

I get to have all the fun to myself.

He's all yours, officer.

Thank you, Robin.

The citizens of Blüdhaven
can sleep safer knowing you're on patrol.

Blüdhaven may look filthy,

but at least I've cleaned
the criminal scum off the streets.

Even though some people thought
I couldn't make it on my own.

- Strange. It looks like--
- Morse code.

It spells out an address
on the corner of Haney and Aparo.

What are you doing here?
Shouldn't you be in a whale's belly

- with Aquaman or something?
- Crazy Quilt escaped.

From Arkham, I know.

Good. Then you know
it's you he's after.

Yeah. I've got it under control.
See you at the next Bat-family reunion.

You have no idea
how deranged Quilt's become.

You always knew more than I did
about criminals, right?

Look, I know you left Gotham
so you could be your own man,

but I'm only here to help.

It'll be just like old times.

- Fine. But just remember--
- Follow my lead.

--You're in my city now.

It could be a trap.
Stay behind me, Robin.

If you're worried about my well-being,
maybe I'd be safer back in the cave

rotating the tires on the Batmobile.

You know, like old times.

Speedy had to sharpen arrows.
Aqualad had to scrape barnacles.

Everyone earns their stripes.

Stay alert.

Red fish?

A red herring, to be precise, Robin.

That means he's throwing us
off the trail.

It means more than that.

The painter Henri Matisse
abandoned his brush

in favor of paper cutouts
for the same reason Quilt has.

He's blind.

Brilliant as always, Batman.

Unlike Matisse, however,
I was blinded by a prepubescent brat.

Quilt, you're a lousy artist
and a lousier villain.

If you've got the guts to show yourself,
I'll gladly take you on alone.

Then come and get me, little birdie.

Wait, Robin, it's a trick.

I can handle
whatever this Z-lister's got.

Warned you.

A good likeness, don't you think?

Without sight, I'm forced to be
a little more creative with my art.

Coward. Open the door and face me.

I wasn't up all night
cutting out paper fish

just to have a boxing match
with you, boy.

I have something much bigger in mind.

In the meantime, my kaleidoscope
will generate enough centripetal force

to flatten you
into two-dimensional masterpieces

that will hang
in my private collection.

The spinning force
combined with physical pressure

could be enough to puncture the wall
with the Batarang.

We'll be crushed by then.
The projector for the light patterns

should be plugged into
the same power source as the machine.

If I can just hit it with the Batlaser,

more often than not,

escaping a deathtrap
is about quick thinking, not brute force.

Yeah, but my way worked too.

Quilt said he's after something bigger.

We need to find out what, fast.
Let's move.

Oh, man. He trashed my bike.

Not to worry, Robin.

Please, not the sidecar.

- I thought you liked the sidecar.
- Yeah, when I was 8.

Look, I can handle this alone.
It's me he wants.

That's precisely why
you won't handle it alone.

Quilt is a madman
and more dangerous than ever.

But he still can't resist leaving clues
to his crimes.

Have there been any art thefts
in Blüdhaven since he escaped?

Van Gogh's Starry Night was on loan to
the museum. It went missing yesterday.

It must mean
Quilt is heading to S.T.A.R. Labs.

I've got it. Starry Night.

It must mean
Quilt is heading to S.T.A.R. Labs.

Boy, am I glad to see you, Batman.

They're after
the stimulated emission light amplifier.

That's what Quilt was after
when we put him away years ago.

Arts and crafts are over, Quilt.

The Boy Blunder.

Alas, I was hoping
you would be flat enough

to fold into a little paper hat
by now.

Instead, I'll make you the centerpiece
of a much more ambitious installation.

Let the scientist go.

Batman, always ordering people around.

Well, now you can answer to me.

- Quilt's all mine.
- No.

You go after Red.
He's probably prepping their getaway.

You always make me
go after the henchmen.

Because you're good at it. Now, go.

"You're good at it."
Quilt is my villain, and this is my city.

All I want is a little...

respect?

This is just redundant.

You can't even see well enough to use
that thing. What's your game, Quilt?

True, you're nothing
but a big blue blob,

but when I have this device
wired into my optic nerves,

I'll be able to carve a building
into a work of art just by looking at it.

You're a sick, lost soul, Quilt.
Give yourself up.

No. It's you who's lost.

You always wanted to escape
the shadow of the Bat, Robin.

Here's your chance.

You're gonna wish you stayed in Arkham
with your coloring books.

I'm going to weave you both
into carpets

and spend the rest of my life
walking all over you.

Call me a coward now, you little runt.

Quilt, we gotta go.

Who's laughing now, little birdie?

Who's laughing now?

Quilt, the cops.

Very well.

For years, I sat in that cell,

listening to Robin's exploits
on the radio,

dreaming of his annihilation,
destroying him over and over.

With the modifications to my helmet,

I will pull apart this whole city
in his name, telling the citizens:

"This is all Robin's fault."

Quilt always leaves a clue.
This time, he left one by accident.

If I were going to turn Batman
into a carpet,

there's only one place to do it.

Quilt gave you lookout duty, huh?

Yeah, I used to get lookout duty too.

And after all these years,
Batman still treats me like I'm a little kid.

Thanks for listening.

- Now, that's just creepy.
- Good job, Robin.

You have to get me out of here quickly,
so listen carefully.

No, you listen.

I've got some things
I wanna get off my chest.

First off, I'm not a child anymore.

So I don't need you checking up on me
and always looking over my shoulder.

Sure, you taught me a lot
when I was a kid.

But I'm an adult now,
and I've got my own city to look after.

I don't need help.
I don't chase henchmen.

I don't get the costumes dry-cleaned.
And I don't ride in sidecars.

Admit it, Batman,
I'm just as good as you.

Huh?

Thanks for taking out the henchmen.

Yeah. Apparently, that's my specialty.

It seems I get the pleasure
of destroying you twice in one day.

Fine, I'll sit for a portrait,

but make sure you get my good side,
okay?

I made a few modifications.

Now I can wipe you out
with a mere thought.

The world is my canvas,
and you'll be my paint.

He's got us cornered.

- So, what's the plan?
- Your villain, your call.

I'm on it.

I'll bring this entire city down
on top of us

if that's what it takes, boy.

Batman was always a father to me.
That doesn't mean I forgot my roots.

Once a Flying Grayson,
always a Flying Grayson.

- Well done, old chum.
- Thanks.

I'm glad you finally have faith
I can do things on my own.

I've always had faith in you, Robin.

That's why I trusted you
to work the streets of Blüdhaven solo.

Well, I learned from the best.

The commissioner just called.

Killer Moth hijacked
the Gotham Bank money train.

- If you're up for it.
- Gosh, I'd-- I mean, sure, I'm up for it.

Then let's roll.