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Previously on Doom Patrol...

Caulder!

Excuse me, sir.

Name's Kipling.

He is an established Chaos Magician,

which explains some of the
weird stuff we've seen so far.

What's the Cult of the Unwritten Book?

Goddamn nightmare.

The Book is being written as we speak.

Once it's completed, the
Eye will be summoned.

The Decreator. And the
world will be unmade.

- What is that?
- It's a door.

Close the portal.

Close the portal.

We saved the kid. What else is there?

All we have to do is close the
bloody Gates to Nurnheim.

What the hell is Nurnheim?

Nurnheim sucks.

Maybe the people in this
house can't save you.

But can you at least let us try?

What the hell are you supposed to be?

We are the Archons.

The high priests of Nurnheim.

You're a fucking psychopath.

You're nothing more than
an organ in a container.

You?

Young Kay?

Scared and wounded child.

No, please.

Elliot!

We're too late.

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Fuck you, bastard!

What the fuck?

Shit!

- Careful, princess.
- Dykey spic.

Get your fucking narc hands off
of me, you fucking fascists!

Good to see you too, Jane.

Where'd they find her this time?

Up your mother's gaping asshole!

Say that again.

Your mother sucks cocks in hell.

You're gonna rot in here, Jane,

no matter how many times
you try to get away.

Remember that.

This is where scum like you belong.

You mean scum like us?

Takes one to know one, right?

Shut up, Jane! Shut up!

See it there, the Eye of God.

Weeping angrily over the
land of Sodom and Gomorrah.

He will reap this land, he will
pull the weeds and start again.

This broken earth will become
the new holy promised land.

Finally, we will be free
of the two-legged blights,

just as Cain was free of Abel.

What he created for us
will be ours again.

_

I'm out here in Cloverton,
where many have gathered

to witness a disturbing abnormality.

As you can see, the eye...

As you can see, the eye...

Is it looking at me?

Look at them quiver in fear.

The rapture begins!

And I, the thorn growing
in the wilderness,

will flourish in their absence!

What are you talking about?

Cheese?

Of course there will be
cheese in the promised land.

What?

You don't need people for
cheese, we can make cheese!

How hard can it be?

Isn't it just milk and fungus?

I mean, the ancient
Egyptians figured it out.

You take that back!

It is going to happen
this time. I know it will.

No one can stop the will of God.

How do we stop this?

I told you, there's no way.

Aucun. Nada. Nemo!

Once the Decreator's been
summoned, that's it, it's over!

We could've stopped them.

You tried to kill me!

I tried to save the bloody planet.

Why can't you get that through
your stupid programming!

Rita. Where are you going?

I need to find Elliot.

That thing in the sky...

I promised to protect him,
Larry. I looked out for him.

I wasn't a lousy bitch for once.

Turns out a snake can
change her stripes.

Tigers.

What? It doesn't matter.

I have to know if he's okay.

Well, for God sakes, don't get
yourself raptured or anything.

You know, all of this
could've been avoided

if you Halloween costumes come
to life had just done as I said.

He's a boy.

He's one boy.

Versus seven-and-a-half billion people.

All right. Now, how long do
we have until the world's...

You know, gone?

- Nineteen minutes.
- Really?

I don't fucking know!

Why don't you ask the fucking Eye

that's blinking everything
out of existence?

Fuck!

Kay. That is your name, isn't it?

Aren't you a very small
and pretty thing?

There's no need to be
scared, little thing.

We are lucky.

You... You're so lucky.

You and your squishy friend.

We are in the chosen place,

a special vantage point to watch
from as the world disappears.

Bit by bit.

Person by person, home by home.

Nurnheim...

Will be the last vestige
looked upon by the Eye.

It's a very good day.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I don't want to be Kay anymore.

Very few of us want to be what we are.

I think I had a little
thing like you once.

But I don't remember.

That must be a gift from the Eye.

What peace nothingness brings.

No, no, no. I wasn't just a...

I'm not a fucking brain...

But, but you're not a brain anymore.

She changed you back.

So that's something.

Screw this. Screw it. Screw this!

Goddamn place and this
fucking snow and fuck!

Fuck!

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

They've really gone and
done it this time, Niles.

Can't your children be
trusted with anything?

The goddamned Decreator. No.

No, this cannot be the end. I refuse.

I haven't even been in
the last two episodes.

We can stop it!

It'll be difficult,

but wholly possible.

What do you know about this thing?

What?

Just marveling at the moment
Mr. Nobody came to realize

his omniscience has limits.

Be careful, Niles.

It's just a little hop, skip and a jump

to the next test of your resolve.

And then the world de-creates,
and you have nothing.

We both have nothing.

So we should work quickly.

The Decreator is a product of faith.

Born from years upon years
of blind, unwavering belief.

Faith like that can only be
fought with faith alike.

So we build a religion.

We're going to need a leader,

someone charismatic
enough to enforce faith,

and nurture the true believers.
This will take time.

- History...
- Yes.

Are you telling me I'm
going to have to comb

through a bunch of flashbacks?

I know exactly who we need,
and exactly where to look.

- Jane.
- Jane.

First we need to find a very
specific version of her.

And then we need to find
someone working in the past,

and someone else working in the present.

It's the only way.

There isn't much time.

Alas, poor Caulder. Burdened
with a father's fear.

He begs for the ear of his
far superior nemesis.

Will Mr. Nobody and the
Chief truly rally together

for the salvation of the human race?

Sure.

Onward we go, into flashback number one,

spiraling down the toilet of culture
into an uprising called "punk."

There she is, our would-be messiah.

But no.

This isn't the Jane
we need, not exactly.

1976. Ooh, what's this?

Could this be the moment
Jane's 64 personalities

were given their superpowers?

The very moment?

Boring.

Winter of 1978.

This is the moment Jane first met

the pseudo family she never wanted.

The first time she was given
a real home to live in

that didn't have the
pungent smell of 409

and piss hanging in the air.

Hello, I'm Rita Farr.

Something smells like dusty queefs.

Oh, Jane.

Dire, incorrigible Jane.

This is all very entertaining,

but sadly not quite
what we're looking for.

A-ha! Here we are, 1977.

Perfect. Just the right Jane,
not too soggy, not too stiff.

Things might look a little
grim right now, but trust me,

you're about to bear witness
to the birth of a star.

I will behave.

It is my place to behave.

My privilege to...

Jane!

I said to repeat.

The therapy will not
work unless you repeat.

I didn't fucking do it.

Of course not.

You didn't burn your quarters.

And you definitely did not put your
fist through the day room television.

Am I right?

So you're not fucking deaf, huh?

Oh, you think you're a very
clever girl, don't you, Jane?

Well, we do not abide
smart-mouths or attitude.

Not in my facility.

I'm trying to help you.

I want my patients to get better.
I want you to get better.

But...

If we can't do this here, together...

I'll have no choice but to send you away

and have that very bad
piece of you cut out.

We don't want that, do we?

Fuck you.

Let's try a different avenue.

You're not listening to me,
I'm telling you the truth.

Tell me about Kay Challis.

Oh, my.

Have I found your off switch?

Your papers, your real
papers came in today.

Tell me, when did Kay become Jane?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, then...

Perhaps the better question is

how did Kay become Jane?

I bet it was when you were very small.

When the world was very big,
and filled with monsters.

Tell me.

Did your monster have a name, Kay?

Did yours?

Was her name "Mother"?

What?

Acute narcissism and misogyny.

You're a textbook example for
enduring familial abuse.

Your hair...

Your eyes...

Deflection is a sign of insecurity.

Do you feel insecure, Dr. Bertrand?

- Yes.
- Very insecure.

Ever since that day in the
locker room when you realized

you were very under-developed
for a teenage boy.

You can still hear them
laughing at you, can't you?

The way your mother laughed at you

when you went crying into her arms.

What did she call you, Dr. Bertrand?

Teeny Weenie Peenie.

So much self-loathing.

How do you live with yourself?

There's that feeling again.

It's there, isn't it?

Growing into an impulse.

Yes.

The one that makes you want to
take that pen in your hand,

and jam it into your eye.

Over and over again.

Yes.

Go on, Doctor.

You're finally free of your mother.

Free to act as you like.

That is your hand, your pen...

And you can jam it in your eye
as many times as you like.

Yes.

Your methods may be
ungainly, Dr. Bertrand.

But your diagnosis does have its truths.

Once upon a time,

my world was big and
filled with monsters.

But now the world is small...

And I am the monster.

Well, actually, I'm the monster.

But we'll work on that.

Brava, Dr. Harrison, brava!

Aren't you a marvelous specimen?

So much grit, so much drama.

Suddenly, her restraints came undone.

Who the hell are you?

Me?

I'm the burning bush in the desert,

the filicidal presence
on the mountain peak,

the voice in Noah's head

that made him fill a boat
with animals, two-by-two.

Come, Dr. Harrison. We
have a world to save.

I don't think that's going to work.

This is not my fucking life.

I didn't turn into a robot,
who turned into a brain,

who gets trapped in a snow globe

with the most useless fucking
person in the world!

This is not my fucking life!

Shut up!

You think...

This isn't what I wanted
for my life either.

You think I want to be stuck
in here with a brute?

I'm sorry.

You think just because I'm one
of the other personalities,

I don't have feelings?

Jane isn't the only one with
hopes, and dreams, and emotions.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to...

I just...

If this is really about
to go to hell, then...

I just want to spend my
last moments with her.

Well, tough shit, asswipe!

We're not a fucking menu,

and you don't get to
make fucking orders!

Elliot.

Elliot,

my God, look at you.

It's different than I imagined.

I sort of pictured it to be all black.

A black hole made out of dark fire.

More like Hades

in that book my mom got me for my...

For my birthday.

They say when you get to
hell, Persephone greets you.

She forgives you,

she walks with you.

Do you think that's true?

I know that look.

It's not your fault, Elliot.

Of course it is.

Everyone's gonna die because of me.

No.

You should've let me die.

I don't know what I should've done.

I've never had to save the
goddamn world before.

But I knew I wasn't going to let
someone else die for all of this.

Maybe you haven't seen the
world, Elliot, but I have,

and trust me, it's garbage.

People lie, and they hurt each other.

And they wear these things
on their feet called Crocs.

I went with my gut,

and my gut says you deserve a break.

We both do.

So it's the end of the world.

But we have time.

We should do something.

Something special.

- Like what?
- Anything.

What have you always wanted to do?

A place you've always wanted to see.

Food you've always wanted to taste...

- Anything.
- Um...

Whatever it is, we'll do it.

Oh, my God.

Oh...

Mmm.

So now you can walk?

Mmm!

You're not the Chief. You can't be.

- I'm enough of him.
- What the hell does that mean?

How did you get here and
what happened to Mr. Nobody?

Don't ask him about Mr. Nobody!

Or mention his name.

Trust me. My favorite pumps were ruined.

- Jesus, Niles. You're a mess.
- A mess?

This is dangerous.

What if he's a bomb sent
here by Mr. Nobody?

Chief, you have to let us help you.

- Tell us where...
- Please.

The only booby-trap he laid
was the one in my esophagus.

I promise you.

I know this is hard to take in.

And I can't imagine what you've
been going through for this last...

48 hours, but...

We have a plan.

In motion.

It's a bit wonky, but it will work.

And it's the best we could come
up with under the circumstances.

What do you mean "we"?

You're working together?

- Wait. You and Mr....
- No!

I had no choice.

No need to explain.

I'm done playing gooseberry.

And unlike this collection of
limp dicks you've assembled,

I am perfectly aware

the apocalypse makes for
some very odd bedfellows.

Survival and all that.

Now, tell us what needs to be done.

All you have to do is
stick to the script.

There will be a boy born

with the words of an ancient language

sprouting on him through time.

Once he's 18, the scripture
on his skin will be complete,

and the cult that you foster,
my dear Dr. Harrison,

will converge at his dwelling place

and chant the verses together

in order to conjure our
grotesque messiah.

The Re-Creator.

"The Re-Creator"?

Let me get this straight.

You want to fight something
called the "Decreator"

with something called the "Re-Creator"?

So I'm no L. Ron Hubbard.

Who has the time?

That is some weak sauce, mister.

Then take this as an opportunity

to test your powers of
influence, Dr. Harrison.

Are you up for the challenge?

Fuck!

Who was that in the cathedral?

Stop.

Never seen her before.

Kay, right? Is that her name?

Shut your fucking hole!

Jesus!

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to thank her.

She cared enough to pick
me up when I was just a...

A brain on the floor.

Well, you're never gonna talk to
her, or about her, ever again.

God, can't we just ride out the
apocalypse without all this shit?

I thought we had a good thing going.

Two freaks on a yellow brick
road, or something like that.

I thought you knew me.

No. You thought you knew me.

Odd way to meet an old friend, again.

Standing on two legs,
working with the enemy.

Surrounded by his menagerie.

Aren't we creatures of "odd"?

As I recall, the last time I saw you,

you left me for dead in
a cavern in Istanbul.

You wouldn't stop whining at me.

Besides, I was in
urgent need of a drink.

Good to see you haven't changed.

So, are you sure about him?
He-who-cannot-be-named.

It's the only shot we've got.

If all goes to plan, Baphomet will
point us towards the Re-written Book.

We find him, and we
summon the Re-Creator.

Re-written Book?

So another boy's going
to have to suffer?

Don't be so sentimental, sweetheart.

It'll give you crow's feet.

Oh, what is it now, Willou...

Niles! Well, what a delightful surprise.

Baphomet. How lovely to see you again.

There's that silky voice I miss.

Like hot jam and honey.

You really do turn my trot
into a gallop, Mr. Caulder.

Oh, you're too kind.

Aww!

Are you two gonna get a stable

or can we get on with
this Re-Creator business?

Uh, Re-Creator?

We're looking for the Re-written Book.

Do you sense it?

Re-written? Hmm, I don't see it.

There is no such thing.

And there your plan goes tits up.

Give it time.

Baphomet...

Oui, Mr. Caulder?

Would you mind trying again, please?

Yes, you dumb horse-head, look again.

Because it's all happening, baby.

Okay, Jane, I'm coming in.

You better fucking handle yourself!

Because if you don't,

I'm gonna fucking knock
your goddamn lights out.

You're so right.

He hears your worries.

He hears your distress.

The Re-Creator?

Dr. Harrison's gift of
super-powered charm and influence

made her a regular ol' Bonnie Nettles.

Why are you swallowing
these pharmaceuticals?

You know as well as I do

that the only true healing
you need is the Re-Creator.

The cult will help you
find your purpose.

Your true calling.

Isn't that what you always wanted?

You know what you have to do.

You know you have to spread the word
of the Re-Creator far and wide.

Yes!

You are worthy of this
lifelong dream of yours.

- You can change the world!
- Yes!

- You can save the world.
- Yes!

Yes!

Re-Creator! Re-Creator! Re-Creator!

Hey, this is a pretty good cult.

Oh, yeah. Way better than the
last three I've been in.

Re-Creator! Re-Creator!

Re-Creator! Re-Creator!

Let me help you.

What does your father think of all this?

He knows what he needs to know.

You shouldn't have come here, Vic.

I came here because of you.

The only reason I got hurt
is 'cause of your friend.

If I knew you had a habit of
working with the dark side,

I would have been more
careful around him.

You're being absurd.

Because I have a moral compass?

Willoughby and I are working together

to try and save this world...

- Save the world, right, I got you.
- From destruction.

So suddenly it's okay to
play both sides of the line?

Work with the evil?

You are so far up your own ass.

No! What?

I know the difference.

There's good and there's evil.

I know which side I want to be on.

Man, not so long ago, a
smart man once told me,

"You need to hold onto
who Vic Stone is."

That's who I am. That's where I stand.

Then I'm sorry I don't live
up to your expectations.

I don't know why I care.

You're not even you right now.

Hey, have you ever heard of Nurnheim?

Of course. Why?

Willoughby sent Jane
and Cliff to Barcelona

to find the Gates to Nurnheim.

What? Why would he do
such a foolish thing?

'Cause they bloody well
insisted, that's why.

- You're a bloody fool, Kipling.
- What is that?

There it is. Stolen from me. Like
everything else around here.

That's Nurnheim?

Never mind. Baphomet found it, Niles.

So whatever scheme you and that
abomination cooked up is working.

The Re-written Book exists,
and it's not far from here.

Let's go.

Come on.

Why am I always the one doing
your grunt work, Niles?

There's brains and there's
brawn, Willoughby.

Yeah, yeah.

The spirit...

It let the first Unwritten Book go.

It put the boy in harm's way.

Not that it mattered in the end.

But whatever I do,

it always finds a way
to hurt me, punish me.

What makes you think it's punishing you?

I saw the tape, of you and the machine.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't think you were ready.

Larry, the...

The spirit only feels tortured
because you torture yourself.

Hearing it say that, it sounded so...

True.

I feel like everyone I've ever
gotten close to has felt that way.

- Tortured.
- Larry...

That name. My name.

Sounds so long ago.

So foreign.

Strange.

Sometimes I wonder if Larry
Trainor died years ago

and this is some fucked-up afterlife.

Other times, I think I am
the fucked-up afterlife.

Dragging everyone into my
own personal shit-storm hell.

That's what I see, you know...

Every time the spirit leaves me.

I see everyone I've ever loved.

Burning.

Because of me.

Have you ever tried communicating
this to the spirit?

It's a lot more sensitive and
powerful than you might think.

Perhaps you should give it a try.

- What are you doing?
- Be quiet.

Calm down, please.

- Help!
- Hold him still.

Hurry up. He smells like a
dolly grip on a hot day.

My God.

Yeah, right.

"Peace and love."

"Ass is life." Flip him over!

This isn't a Re-written Book.

It's a douchebag.

I should probably explain.

You see, it turns out the
psychiatric patients

had a flair for the creative.
Who would have known?

When the Decreator appears in the sky,

you will know it is time to
call upon the Re-Creator.

In order to do so, a boy,

known as the Re-written Book,

covered in ancient script, must be read.

Does it have to be a boy?

I also have an issue with the
overt use of male-gender pronouns

in this exercise.

Gloria Steinem over here.

Suck a tailpipe, Marilyn.

How about a dog instead of a boy?

I like dogs.

You hear that?

Shh. Shh!

And what's with the words
being visible all the time?

Isn't that a dead giveaway to anyone
who might be hunting the Book?

Yeah, the words should be invisible.

If I had something that was gonna
stop the world from ending,

I'd want to hide it. You
know, from bad guys.

That's good logic.

But if no one will be able to read
the words, then I don't see...

I know. What if there's a bell?

And then, you ring it.

And then the writing appears.

Marilyn.

You are brilliant.

When the time comes, you
will be my chosen one.

You will be the one to come find me,

to remind me of what must be done.

Yes, Dr. Harrison was
a perfect creature.

Except of course for one small
hitch in her personality.

What do you want your
other followers to do?

Yeah.

She was utterly and marvelously insane.

Dance.

Dance.

Like there's a giant eye
in the sky watching you.

♪ I'm glad you're home ♪

♪ Now did you really miss me? ♪

♪ I guess you did by the
look in your eyes ♪

♪ Look in your eyes ♪

♪ You can ring my bell ♪

Is this part of the plan?

♪ You can ring my bell ♪

♪ Ring my bell ♪

I think something's supposed to happen.

What the fuck?

♪ You can ring my bell ♪

Chief!

We gotta go.

Holy cannoli, I'm not in Jersey anymore.

Dr. Harrison, it's me!

Now, I know what you're gonna say...

I haven't changed one bit.

Chock it up to tomato
pie and a pack a day.

Who the hell are you?

Marilyn. From Corpus Sanatorium.

Nah, I think you're mistaken, lady.

Honey, I just traveled all the
way from Jersey to Barcelona,

cut open a priest, climbed inside him,

and landed in a snow globe.

And now I'm standing here
talking to a freaking Robotman.

I don't think I'm mistaken.

Sweetie, I'm here because
you wanted me to be.

You gave me purpose when I needed it.

Now the world needs you.

To ring that bell over there.

It's time, sweetie.

♪ Ring my bell ♪
♪ Ding dong, ding dong ♪

♪ Ring my bell ♪

Marilyn.

- Good to see you.
- Oh, my love.

Oh, shit.

Go. I got this.

You! What have you done!

Well, looky here.

I didn't know the circus
was coming to town.

And you got all the
clowns with you, huh?

So, uh, come on.

You're gonna show me a show, or what?

What's going on?

I don't know. You're
the one with the plan.

It's getting faster.

How dare you intervene with
the vision of the Decreator.

You think that you can
spit in the face of God.

Lady, the only god I
worship is Springsteen.

And I've spat in his face twice.

Viva la Re-Creator!

Holy shit!

What the hell is that?

My God!

You fucking legend.

The Re-Creator!

What's going on?

I think it's a staring contest.

By the skin of our teeth.

As always.

I'd like to help you with this
Nobody business, but, uh...

Then I'd have to admit that I like you.

Heaven forbid.

Ah!

May we never meet again.

Likewise, old friend.

The boy, Elliot...

Do you think he's back?

There's a chance, right?

You astound me, Rita.

Go.

Don't you dare return to them.

Go.

It's best she's not here.

Saying goodbye to you all
is going to be hard enough.

Uh-uh, no.

Ain't no way I'm letting
them take you again.

A deal's a deal, Vic.

Chief! What the hell!

Jane.

It was a touching scene.

Chief and Jane together again.

But, alas, our fun little
romp must come to an end.

Come on, Niles, make it snappy.

Let's not turn this
two-parter into a trilogy.

You want him...

Come and get him.

Time moved slowly.

You told me I could say goodbye!

The kid took out a gun.

Please.

You promised you wouldn't hurt them.

Oh, I promise, Niles, I won't hurt them.

There he was. Daddy's
favorite science project,

resolute to do anything he
could to save the Chief.

But Cyborg didn't even realize
he'd left his arm cannon charging.

Goodbye, Victor Stone.

Oh, shit. Shit!

Vic.

Shit. Shit. Oh, no, no.

Oh, no, no, no!

Holy shit!

- What is that?
- Don't! It's an emergency trigger!

It rebuilds, it fixes, fixes
damage. With cybernetics.

Good. So, I just push it?

No, no, no. Don't! If
you press it, my dad...

- What?
- It'll send an SOS.

Well, you can't just sit here like this.

Back up, off me! I'll figure it out.

What do we do? Tell us
what you want us to do.

Sorry, bud. This is for your own good.

Cliff, stop!

Fuck what he said. He needs help.

Grid, Grid, no. No,

- stop, stop! Grid, stop!
- _

A butterfly beats its
wings in the Amazon.

And a hurricane brews in the Atlantic.

Millions of poor die in the
eastern reaches of Asia.

The destruction inspires a
future leader, dictator,

mass murderer.

_

_

Sheryl...

What have you done, Larry?
What have you done?

Don't...

Chaos theory is beautiful, but so slow.

So, so slow.

I guess it's up to me
to step on the gas.

- Again!
- Where are you taking me?

It's past lights-out.

As I mentioned previously, Jane,
if you continued to get worse,

drastic action would be
taken. And here we are.

At wit's end. So to speak.

An ice-pick death.

Some of the doctors call it that.

I guess that's more poetic
than prefrontal leucotomy.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

It is what you do,
isn't it, Dr. Bertrand?

Give up.

I do wish I could hear
what it is you're saying.

But, we all know how
dangerous that can be, so...

Oh, but, don't worry.

I'm sure we'll have more entertaining
conversations when you return.

However, I think they will probably
be a little more one-sided.

Enjoy your trip.

You're a coward! You're a coward!

- Come on!
- You're a coward!

Get in the van, Jane.

Oh, don't worry.

They're only gonna take
one little piece out.

You'll be back here in no time.

Eating pudding and pissing
yourself in the day room.

Right where you belong.

You're a failure. You're nothing.

You'll always be nothing,
just as Daddy always said.

Shit!

Lovely evening, isn't it?

Now, who do I have the
honor of meeting tonight?

You must be very proud of yourself.

A cog in the engine of barbaric
psycho-science practices.

Ah, Dr. Harrison,

if you look under the bench
on your right-hand side,

you'll find a key for your restraints.

And one more thing.

Your wristband.

Look, I'm sorry, you'll
have to come up here.

I can't move very well.

Who are you?

Niles.

I'm taking you to a safe
place. A place to heal.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

You're never going to wear
one of these ever again.

Now, settle down.

We have quite a ride ahead of us.

♪ Well, she ain't not a witch ♪

♪ And I love the way she twitch ♪
♪ A-ha-ha ♪

♪ Well, she ain't not a witch ♪

♪ And I love the way she twitch ♪
♪ A-ha-ha ♪

♪ I'm a labour of love ♪

♪ In my Persian gloves ♪
♪ A-ha-ha ♪

♪ Well, she's faster than most ♪

♪ And she lives on the coast ♪
♪ A-ha-ha ♪

Dare I say, he seems nice.

Please!

I have one more task
for you, Dr. Harrison.

What is it?

Once the whole Decreator
fiasco is over with,

I need you to look for something.

A small whispering
thought will come to you

once the apocalypse
has been neutralized.

A flicker of a name.

What do you need me to look for?

What the fuck is the Doom Patrol?

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