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[Alfred] 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-metahuman, 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 protégée, Batgirl.

She was caught in the crossfire

of the war between Batman and Joker.

[gunshot]

Now she fights crime a different way

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

Together they have taken in 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.

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 wanna 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 wanna end therapy.

Helena, we're still discovering who you are.

- I'm sorry. I gotta go. - We still have 15 minutes.

Thank you for everything.

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

I'll try.

Dr. Quinzel.

[dog barks in distance]

[suspenseful music]

[music continues]

At last.

[alarm buzzing]

Hey!

What are you doing?

That's poison. It will kill you.

I doubt that.

- I don't understand. - Me either.

But you're crazy.

'Ugh.'

What's happening to me?

It's not exactly what I expected..

...but it will do nicely.

["My Remedy" song playing]

[song continues]

Are you sure there's somebody in here?

Oracle's confirming it now. Transmitting data.

- 'You getting any of this?' - Copy, Huntress.

Do we have any idea who could have done this?

Well, 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. - Huh!

Do we have any idea if this, uh, 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.

[scoffs]

Well, what was his power then?

He could change his appearance at will.

Really?

[chuckles softly]

Just a regular old shape-shifter, huh?

Oh, you've got the lingo down.

I'm impressed.

That's the input I need. Standby for analysis.

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

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

[Barbara] 'Sorry to interrupt, Huntress.'

'But you have to get that clay man

back to the Clocktower right away.

[Helena] 'Why? What's going on?'

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

[Dinah] 'How could he possibly be alive?'

[Barbara] 'So far his vital signs are stable.'

The process looks reversible. We don't have much time.

We need to develop an antidote.

Okay. So where do we start?

Find out who knows 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 gonna 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, okay?

- Alright. - 'Hang on.'

I've got a hit on former Clayface associates.

If I exclude those who have died

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

'Oh, turns out he's the chemist'

'who invented the toxic compound.'

Alright, I'm on it.

But when I get back, we're gonna finish this Wade conversation.

You didn't say it was a secret.

Unh! 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-I worked for a guy..

...Clayface, years ago.

But that's all behind me now. I swear.

- I.. - Okay.

So let's say for a moment I believed you.

Who could be doing this?

[whimpers]

Look, 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's Reese.

If your memory returns, 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 cancelled 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.

That was just a thought.

Hey.

How did 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 a reaction to his unique DNA.

Hmm. Interesting.

'm gonna pay him a visit.

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

Why? Reese can get me into Arkham.

[thunder crashing]

[door buzzes]

[door clanks]

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.

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.

Alright, then this man dies.

That's 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 wanna know?

Everything.

It happened so fast.

I don't really remember.

Alright, 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. Alone?

Scared? Terrified?

Because you'd lost the one person that meant more to you

than anybody else in this whole world.

It's your turn.

Alright. You played nice.

Go tell Oracle to use calcium sulfate.

You know who it is.

Tell me.

Oh, now don't get greedy, Helena.

We're just starting to have some fun.

Go ahead now. We'll let you hurry. He may not be dead yet.

[door buzzes]

[door closes]

[door clanks]

[banging on door]

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..

[skin hissing]

...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 did everything go with Clayface?

You know, he kept bringing up my mother.

Really? Huh.

All set.

It's working.

We should get him to a hospital.

- Anything I can do to assist? - Mm. Thanks, Alfred.

But Helena already took the guard to the hospital.

He's gonna be okay.

And what about you, Miss Barbara?

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

I'll get over it.

Perhaps a sincerely-worded note of apology 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.

Um, hospital records. Court papers.

'Guess what.'

Clayface has a son.

Chris Cassius.

[computer beeping]

'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.

First clay-man is already recovering.

[Reese] Alright, well, go ahead and, uh, give it a shot.

[Clay cracking]

What the hell?

Okay, now that's impressive.

[cell phone speed-dialing]

Doctor Kroner, Chris Cassius.

You know my father.

Your chemical compound has proven to be

a grave disappointment.

We need to talk.

[door buzzes]

[door clanks]

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.

Hmm. That's too bad.

I was gonna 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.

[Clayface] 'Helena, I laid down some ground rules here now.'

Now, you don't play by my rules, we ain't gonna play none 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?

[Helena] You have to. You have to, you have to hear me.

Mom.

Stop him. Somebody stop him.

Somebody stop him.

Mom!

I remember that face.

It was you.

I used a seven-inch switchblade

and it tore through her flesh surprisingly well.

I can still see that vacant look in her eye

staring through the face of death.

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

It was you.

[Clayface] '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.

- You bastard. You Bastard! - Yes. Yes. Yes!

Yeah! Hit that! Yeah!

- I'll kill you. - Hit that glass. Come on, baby.

Come on! Yes, Come on.

'Hit the glass. Helena, hit the glass.'

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

You're enjoying this.

[Clayface] 'Oh, don't stop now.'

Come on, baby, we're just getting started.

No, no, no!

[door clanks]

[line ringing]

Hello, Detective Reese.

He murdered her. I gotta do something.

- 'What are you gonna 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?

'It'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? - Ahh.

- How do you feel? Great. - Powerful.

Now I just need to test it.

- Any volunteers? - Please.

I did everything that you asked.

And I'm grateful.

You're just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[groans]

[skin hissing]

[Barbara] 'Huntress? Are you there?'

'Okay, fine. 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.

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

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

I'm out.

[sighs]

[glass shattering]

- What the hell? - It's over, junior.

I've got the antidote to your touch.

It turns out you're not as powerful as you thought.

[explodes]

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 gonna 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 two-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.

[Barbara] 'Look, it was foolish of you to even'

'confront Chris without some kind of protection.'

- 'You could've been killed.' - 'What do we do now?'

We find him, and go after him prepared.

You know, Chris said something about us

living in the shadows 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, um, fundraising event.

The annual New Gotham charities fashion show.

- It's tonight. Alfred? - Miss Barbara?

That invitation, what did you do with it?

I thought you might change your mind.

[chuckles softly]

It's at 9 o'clock, and we still need a way to neutralize it.

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?

[gasps]

- 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 Clocktower.

That's why you had to cancel our vacation?

[Barbara sighs]

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..

Clay? Clay? Is that some kind of joke?

No.

Actually, it's the byproduct

of a toxic compound combined with a specific DNA.

Who are you?

Look, look, this is way too much for me to absorb.

I-I just need some time-time to think.

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

Was that Wade in here?

I don't wanna 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 gonna be going undercover.

- What's with these? - 'Oh.'

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.

[male #1] 'This next number we just call "Cappuccino."'

'The embroidered jacket from the Philippines'

'with the high shoulders, tight skirt..'

Oracle, no sign of him yet.

[male #1] 'Semi-precious stones..'

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

'Get a good look.'

[male #1] 'Torro-torro. Fire-engine red velvet.'

You'll definitely have the bulls charging at you..

- No, not him. - Alright, stay focused, Dinah.

Chris is there, somewhere.

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

[chuckles] But I can't wait.

[indistinct chatter]

[male #2] 'You should be up there with them. You're beautiful.'

[man chuckling]

[Barbara] '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?

[Barbara] 'You'll figure something out.'

You see anything unusual backstage?

Aside from my outfit? No. Nothing.

[female #1] 'Alright.'

What? We're on.

Right.

Right.

[male #1] 'Looking "oh, so lady of the night" in this throwback'

'to a bygone era.'

'Our model looks so tantalizing'

'I'd say she shouldn't be out after dark.'

'The black chiffon is absolutely transformative'

'turning a once-demure model into a full-fledged goddess.'

'Next is a look that will surely leave them'

'gawking in the aisles.'

It's fresh and new, a twist..

Looking good, Huntress.

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

[male #1] G-r-r-r. Down, kitty.

'Wearing wicked peep-show shoes'

'ruffled floust with a..'

'Our next lady is certainy breathtaking.

'Kicking up a notch with an pair diamond necklace'

'and matching earrings..'

[Reese] 'Wow.'

[chuckles softly]

I thought you were checking the perimeter.

Oh, I was.

I wanted to check in with you.

You okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm , I'm fine.

It's just, ah..

...you look nice.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, listen, um..

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 gonna want that first date.

Why is that?

[Barbara] 'Huntress, Dinah's finished up front.'

- Meet her backstage. - I gotta run.

[door opens]

Wade, what are you doing?

Well, a 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?

[male #1] 'Midnight blue.'

'Faux fur around the bottom. Next up..'

'a matinee fashion with the drop waistline'

'Excuse me.'

'What-what's going on?'

[Chris] '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.

[crowd gasps]

Dad?

What a surprise. I thought--

Oh, 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..

Uh, Barbara.

- It's Clayface. - Where?

[Barbara] '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?

[gun cocks]

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.

Oh. Do you believe her?

Stubborn, pig-headed, never listens to a word you say

until she's the one in trouble, and then, bam.

Pig-headed?

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

Okay, I count four guns total.

'Two semi-automatic on-stage, two at the entrances.'

Take the entrances first, then use Reese

to get everyone of there.

[Helena] 'We're on it.'

Don't worry.

I did the same thing to my father.

[clears throat]

'Tonight, ladies and gentlemen'

'you're in for a very special treat.'

Please don't shoot.

[Clayface] 'It involves my most horrifying..'

- Dinah, where's Huntress? - Causing a distraction.

We need to get everyone out of here.

Come on. Let's go. Hurry up.

Shoot her.

[crowd screams]

I am not going back to Arkham.

Get her.

You'll make a lovely statue.

Breathe, junior.

Ooh.

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

What's happening? What have you done?

It's my own creation.

[screams]

You recognize this?

[Helena] Somebody stop him.

[grunting]

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

It's almost poetic.

You killed my mother. Now I'm gonna kill you.

That is poetry.

Oh. Look at you, Helena.

Ahh, 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. 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 gotta 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, uh..

...overwhelming.

[chatter over police radio]

[sirens wail]

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.

[instrumental music]

[theme music]