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We're almost to the time fissure. Try to keep up, old man.

- Is he always like this? - Kamandi is known for his...

...exuberance.

Reminds me of someone back home.

Death to trespassers!

Go. I'll hold them off.

There it is, the time portal that brought you here.

We must hurry before it closes.

Get them!

I'm not leaving you, not with those rat-men on your tail.

Go. Save your people. We can take care of ourselves.

You must get the vaccine back to your own time.

Our immunity is your salvation.

Thanks, Dr. Canus.

I couldn't have isolated the antibodies without your help.

Kamandi, check the statue's left nostril.

What are we supposed to be looking...?

A time capsule.

Clever human.

There they are.

I wouldn't stand there, doctor.

You're probably wondering who finally got me.

The thing is, I'm not dead. Not yet at least.

But I sure was feeling a lot better a few hours ago.

Boo. Huh?

I'm the man who haunts you, Gentleman Ghost.

I don't frighten easily, Batman.

I need but two more artifacts...

...and I can raise my army of the dead from its eternal slumber.

Then I will finally have my revenge on this cursed city.

Aah!

Revenge is a poison that rots a man from within.

No, my friend.

Revenge is a fire that keeps me warm in the eternal cold of the grave.

I see you've added a few more Nth-metal trinkets to your arsenal.

I'm not done with you yet.

Aah.

Rest in peace, Batman.

An air capsule helped, but I had only one option left.

Which brings us back to my present situation:

Hovering in a netherworld between life and death...

...and time running out.

I see you finally shuffled off this mortal coil, Batman.

Who did the deed? Was it Black Manta?

Are you the Grim Reaper?

Grim maybe, but I ain't no reaper.

I'm just a spirit, cursed to wander the Earth.

- Another dead man like you. - Only I'm not dead.

Could've fooled me.

I was buried alive and used an ancient Tibetan meditation technique...

...to astral-project out of my body.

But when the air runs out in two hours...

Well, then I really will be dead.

Maybe I can help, Mac.

I can possess people.

Take total control of their bodies, make them do whatever.

So how about I use this guy to dig up your body?

No. My coffin has been booby-trapped.

It's too dangerous to use a civilian. There has to be another way.

It's your funeral.

Spirits of the dead, hear me.

Thomas Baker, I summon you from the afterlife.

Your nephew, Collin, wishes to speak with you.

The spirit is among us.

Save your pennies, sir.

This woman is a cheap charlatan.

The proof is here. The one artifact with true power...

...has been reduced to mere window dressing.

Soon the city will tremble under its new master.

I hope we can get your body back. Because as unfair as life is...

...death is worse.

What's wrong, Mac? - I see a light.

A light? That's the way to the other side.

That's where you wanna go.

Bruce, son.

It can't be.

It's us, Bruce. Don't be afraid.

Father? Mother?

We've missed you so. Come to us.

Yes, I'm coming.

Hey, make sure this is what you want.

Because once you cross over, there ain't no coming back.

Take my hand, son.

Wait. I... I can't.

It's okay, Bruce. You've earned a rest.

No. It's not my time.

Not my business, but you're a fool for not going.

I've been waiting for that light since I got here.

There's work to finish.

Let's just hope we can find a hero nearby to help us.

Golly, 12 cities on three continents? He's sure given us a run for our money.

He's not getting away this time.

I never get tired of that.

Of course, the only hero in London is Green Arrow.

Arrow, Speedy, I need your help.

They can't hear us or see us.

No one can. Except other dead people.

Then how do we communicate?

- I can help you take a test drive. - Uhn!

Arrow, this is Batman. Listen to me carefully.

I've taken control of Speedy's body so I can speak to you.

Okay.

This is stupid.

You got a better idea?

Ugh. What's going on?

You were doing a Batman impression.

Gosh. Ha. I was?

And not a very good one. Observe the master.

I am vengeance. I am the night.

I am Batman.

And these are my hammers for justice.

Ha-ha-ha. Golly, you sure sound...

Listen to me, you smug jerk. I'm Batman.

- Uhn! - My body is indisposed.

It is you, isn't it, Batman?

Wait. Does this mean you're dead?

Who got you? Don't tell me it was Kite Man.

It was Gentleman Ghost. And I'm not dead.

But if you don't dig up my body in the next hour, I will be.

We're on it.

Gee whiz, I feel weird.

Come on, Speedy. Let's move.

You never told me Gentleman Ghost was involved.

- You know him? - The guy's bad news, Mac.

And I don't need him making my miserable existence...

...even more miserable.

Maybe if you weren't so busy feeling sorry for yourself...

...you'd see there's a reason you're here, a reason you have your powers.

I'm sorry, Mac.

I know I can be a bit of a downer. It's just...

I haven't had anything go my way in a while.

- So why haven't you crossed over? - Because I ain't been invited.

I used to be an acrobat, a trapeze artist in the circus.

Until one night during the show...

...I don't know who did it, or why, But he had a hook for a hand.

It didn't even make the papers. You're Boston Brand.

You performed under the name Deadman in Haley's Circus.

You...? You remember?

I've been working your case. And I will find your killer.

You need to make a choice:

Drown in self-pity or help me find Gentleman Ghost.

Golly, Green Arrow, this place sure is spooky.

Just start digging. Batman doesn't have much oxygen left.

Ah. My old necktie.

Some things never go out of fashion. Craddock.

Batman? You hound me even in death.

I'm putting a stop to your afterlife of crime.

You don't stand a ghost of a chance.

You've haunted this world long enough, Craddock.

I assure you, Batman...

...there are fates far worse than death.

So are we gonna stand here and twiddle?

Or are we gonna get down to business?

- Nice entrance. - I was in the circus.

It's been a pleasure, gentlemen, but I have pressing business elsewhere.

You gonna stand there and twiddle?

Time's almost up.

He's heading back to the cemetery.

What the...?

How ironic that the convicts' boneyard lay here...

...in the catacombs beneath your grave, Batman.

This quill signed a thousand death warrants.

This key locked the tower dungeon.

And many a condemned man wore this necktie to his final reward.

These cursed relics give me the power...

...to summon forth spirits doomed by their foul deeds.

Rise, my criminal brethren.

Rise and do my bidding.

I need the Nth-metal tools on my utility belt.

It's the only material effective against the spirit world.

I'll be back.

Reclaim your earthly remains, my brothers.

Tonight, we burn London to the ground.

He's only got a few minutes of air left.

Careful, Speedy. It's booby-trapped.

Quick, let's get it open.

Jeepers. Is Batman...?

He's alive.

That's some meditation technique.

You owe me one, Batman.

I ain't Batman. I'm just borrowing him for a minute.

Now, we gonna stand here and twiddle or we gonna get down to business?

Say, he pack any explosives?

Second capsule on the left.

Heads up.

Time to go back to the spook house, Gentleman Ghost.

Stand aside, fools...

...or I shall cast your broken bodies into the Thames.

Oh, yeah? You and what army?

Never ask that question, Speedy.

You ain't kidding about this Nth-metal stuff.

Thanks for the assist, Deadman.

No sweat, Bats.

Ahem. Aren't you forgetting something?

Oh, come on. Can I try it out for a little while longer?

I just got back in the game.

Then how about we find you another body?

Mind if we borrow Speedy?

Borrow?

If you say so, Batman.

Hey, take it easy. I need him.

Don't sweat it, Mac. He'll be okay.

A little sore, maybe.

Nth-metal arrowheads.

I never travel to Europe without them.

Have some Nth-metal justice.

Thanks for the loaner, kid.

Holy involuntary acrobatics.

I will have my revenge, Batman.

The city will burn!

I've got a nice Nth-metal cell for you to haunt.

The artifacts!

Stay away.

No, unhand me.

No! Help me! Help!

I beg you!

Your army isn't as loyal as you thought, Craddock.

Curse you, Batman!

Curse you!

Thanks for your help, Deadman.

I won't rest until you receive the justice you deserve.

Who is he talking to?

The light.

Ahh.

So I was thinking, Mac.

Maybe you were right about there being a reason I have these powers.

Maybe I am supposed to find my killer.

And have a little fun along the way.

Good to have you back among the living, Deadman.

Now, we gonna stand here and twiddle?

Or we gonna get down to business?

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