Original subtitles

Vroom vroom.

And the Gotham City Speedway

is off to an exciting start.

'The fastest racers in the country'

'have gathered here in Gotham'

'each striving for the charity of their choice.'

'And Gotham's very own Bruce Wayne'

'is the only non-pro racing today'

'for Gotham's Children's Hospital.'

swoosh swoosh swoosh.

'And Bruce Wayne takes the lead.'

Your loss, pop, I could've been driving

for the policemen's charity fund.

He-he, maybe you should finish driving school

before you decide to join the racing circuit, Barbara.

Boosh

thud That vehicle isn't registered.

Screech.

Who's crashing the race?

Stay close, Barbara.

Click click.

I won your race, so I'll collect the prize

for my favorite charity.

Me, Gearhead.

Clang clang clang.

Always wanted to race Gotham's finest.

The prize money should keep this mystery driver's

tank topped off for quite some time.

I don't think Gearhead's in it for the money, Alfred.

He likes the chase.

We're dealing with a thrill-seeker.

It's Gearhead.

Do buckle up, sir.

Could be a bumpy ride.

I think I may have trouble.

Boosh.

Ah!

Screech It's... driving itself?

Batman.

'Time to kick things up a notch.'

It's racing time.

Remember, hands at 10 o'clock

and at 2 o'clock.

I'm learning to drive and tell time.

Whoosh Gearhead!

Whoosh Batman!

Screech

bang bang

whoosh whoosh Ugh.

Oh. Hi.

Vroom

boosh

beep beep beep.

Let's check out your reaction time, Batman.

Screech honk.

Tch-tch. Shouldn't tailgate.

Beep boosh

screech

crash beep beep beep

boom

splash.

Ha ha ha!

Try buffing that out.

No time to be sentimental.

Gearhead will be looking for the next rush

and this is one villain the Batman

needs wheels to take down.

I'm gonna have to retool one of my prototypes.

I'm gonna have to build a better Batmobile.

And I'll start by doing a little shopping

at Wayne Industries.

The Dual EXP Power Core.

Crackle crackle

creak creak.

The power core's unstable at top speeds.

What an odd little giz.. Oh! Uh! My word!

Crackle crackle I assume that is not

an acquisition from Wayne Industries.

Gearhead Industries.

A souvenir from the armored car job.

It injects some kind of nano-virus into machinery

taking it over like a parasite

controlling it.

I aim to make sure this Batmobile

is Gearhead-proof.

'Barbara, the driving school tells me'

'you have quite the lead foot.'

The instructor was making me nervous.

Gordon.

Where? On my way.

Plumbing burst at the courthouse?

Gearhead. Sorry, Barb. Have to go.

Taking the car?

Kidding.

Gearhead is chasing the bullet train?

It was scheduled for a money transfer

from the Treasury Building.

But, sir, the power core has yet to charge.

I'll need an alternate mode of transportation.

Clang crackle crackle.

Ooh, two-wheeler.

Bang bang

boosh

whoosh.

'Autopilot on.'

Hey, no hitchhikers.

I really need my own set of..

Wheels.

'Let's lose the training wheels.'

screech

bang

whoosh.

He he he.

You're in for a surprise.

Hey! What're you doing?

Ha ha ha. Take a bus, Batman!

Ha ha ha!

He doesn't use nanotechnology.

He is nanotechnology.

Screech.

The Batcycle's autopilot isn't responding.

Screech.

Should've known.

'Alfred. Power core status.'

Charge is complete, sir.

'Lower the chassis.'

'I'm takin' it out for a spin.'

Do come back in one piece, won't you?

Okay, so I stole Batman's ride

and I lost Gearhead.

Not good.

Clang.

Even worse!

Aah!

You look a little young.

'You even have a driver's license?'

No. But here's my permit!

Clang

swoosh.

Whoa.

Clank clank clank.

Don't knock the student driver.

'Pretty cool, huh?'

Here's another trick I learned in machine shop.

Whoa.

You traded up, Batman.

Rematch! Ha ha ha!

Swoosh.

Nice landing.

Ooh! Corinthian leather?

Catch me if you can, Bats.

Crackle

whoosh

thud.

Whoo-hoo!

Screech screech

boosh.

Power core.

Thud

screech crash.

No one beats Gearhead.

- Road rage coming. - You hear me, Batman?

No one!

Thwack.

Gotta admit, Bat, that's one sweet ride you have.

He's jacking you!

Crackle crackle crackle.

What did you.. I'm stuck!

Nanotechnology, Gearhead

yours with some tweaks.

I still have the car. Time to roll.

Wouldn't recommend it.

Crackle crackle crackle

crackle.

So, uh, since Gearhead can't

drive the Batmobile, can I?

Any progress on power core calibration, sir?

Stable.

She's a keeper.

Click I didn't hear the bat-wave.

I just thought I'd take it for a spin.

Boosh screech

whoosh