Hello, citizens of Gotham.
This is Desmond Dumas with breaking news.
Representatives from Gotham PD and City Hall
are converging on the state penitentiary.
There, in a top-secret prison laboratory,
a revolutionary experiment will be conducted.
The proceedings will begin
as soon as Gotham's leading crime crushers,
Batman and Robin, the Boy Wonder,
arrive.
Delayed, no doubt, protecting the streets
of our lovely city.
It's been a while since our last date, Batman.
I thought you had forsaken me.
Crime fighting leaves little time for affairs
of the heart, Catwoman.
But you are never far from my thoughts.
Those are the nicest words I have heard in a long time.
Speaking of words,
I brought my handy copy of the complete
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
After all, poetry opens
both the mind and the heart.
I'm more interested in you opening these bars.
And open they will.
After only 37 more reformative months,
you will have paid your debt to society
and be a free woman once again.
Holy Romeo and Juliet,
how much longer is he going to be?
Do you know the perfect way to cap this wonderful night?
Tell me, Catwoman.
Batman. Attention, Batman.
We're going to be late.
I'm sorry, Catwoman, but duty calls.
Please excuse our tardiness, gentlemen.
I'm certain it was for a good reason.
A very special criminal rehabilitation project.
You already know District Attorney...
Harvey Dent.
A pleasure to share a room with Gotham's greatest
defender of justice.
Your perfect record for convictions precedes you.
Couldn't do it if you didn't catch them first, Batman.
We make a pretty good team, if I do say so myself.
Like Batman and Robin.
Isn't it past your bedtime?
And this is the inventor whose machine
we will be testing.
Hugo Strange.
At your service.
An honor to meet the fabled Batman in the flesh.
You see, in a criminal,
the psyche's battle between good
and evil is often one-sided.
But what if there was a way to remove the evil?
No more criminal.
Intriguing.
However, there are no easy fixes
on the road to the straight and narrow.
Gosh, yes.
But a machine that extracts the evil out of super-criminals
would make our jobs a lot easier.
Correction. The evil extractor
will make your jobs
obsolete.
Let's not be hasty, Strange.
You've got to prove this contraption works first.
If it does, Batman and Robin
won't be the only ones out of a job.
McCarthy, bring in the prisoners.
My good luck charm, Batman.
A memento from the Cohen counterfeit case.
The first crook I ever put behind bars.
And here I thought only criminals
were a superstitious lot.
Just a wash and set for me today, thanks.
Release me from this infernal, unconstitutional device.
The evil extractor will siphon the reservoirs of evil
deep in the criminals' warped brains,
then deposit it into the vat.
Scintillating. Can we get on with this?
I have dinner plans with our mutual friend, Bruce Wayne,
and millionaires don't like to be kept waiting.
Dr. Quinzel, instigate the extractor protocol.
Ready-o, Doc.
Decompressing the cerebral defibrillator.
Adjust the hemostatic stabilizers.
Gosh, Batman,
I have a bad feeling about this.
That's why we're here, old chum.
Stay vigilant.
Behold the awesome power of my evil extractor!
Oh-hoo-hoo! It tickles! Oh-hoo-hoo-hoo!
All right, boys, pour it on.
They are trying to overwhelm the machine with their evil.
Shut it down! Shut it down!
Harvey, look out!
Great Scott!
Geez, that looks like it smarts.
Strange, you quack! I'll have you fired for this.
Harvey?
Wrong, Batman, I'm not Harvey.
I am evil incarnate.
I am Two Face.
Mr. Dent, I hope you'll find my work impeccable.
It's not like you to be speechless, Bruce.
What's the verdict?
See for yourself, Harv.
I'm whole again.
There is no longer
a stranger in the mirror looking back at me.
How can I ever thank you for your
unwavering support?
It was the least I could do for one of my closest friends.
They've agreed to let you return
to City Hall
as assistant to the Assistant District Attorney.
Assistant
to the Assistant District Attorney?
You bet, Commissioner.
I'll do everything in my power to earn Gotham's trust again.
From now on, Harvey Dent is back on the side of angels
and in charge of his own fate.
That's right, peasant.
Bow before your pharaoh, for he has returned.
We're stealing the plane, boss?
What gives?
Fool!
Had I possessed such a flying chariot
when I first ruled, we'd all be
speaking Egyptian today.
What's the matter with normal English?
Never mind.
Up, up, and away, my Tutlings.
It's the only way to fly.
Saints preserve us, Commissioner.
King Tut is back to his old tricks.
Afraid so, Chief O'Hara.
I need to know if Gotham PD is up for the job.
Assuring we are, Commissioner.
We'll work this case from the ground up.
Lean on every lowlife in every juke joint in town.
Uncover every bit of forensic data.
And if the crooks won't talk, we'll make 'em.
I have no doubt you'll make this city proud, Chief.
Ah, Commissioner.
Who are we kidding?
I know.
We're woefully out of our depth on this one.
There's only one man who can handle this.
I'll head up to the roof and activate the Bat signal.
Oh, Caped Crusader,
if ever Gotham City needed you,
it's now.
Oh, Alfred, isn't this exciting?
Rubbing elbows with Gotham's upper crust.
Indeed, madam.
Very generous of Masters Bruce and Dick
to send us in their place.
The annual millionaires' soiree.
Ending in a midnight tour of Gotham City.
Lucky for us,
you boys have another one of your fishing trips.
Really, madam.
Come, Alfred, we mustn't be late.
Bruce, look, it's the Bat signal!
Time for Batman and Robin to suit up, old chum.
Right behind you, Bruce.
Do you think they'll show, Commissioner?
They've never failed to answer our call.
Yet.
And we don't plan on starting now.
The Dynamic Duo.
Thank goodness you have come, Batman.
It's that megalomaniacal miscreant from Mesopotamia.
- King Tut. - Him again.
This time he has stolen an irreplaceable biplane.
He is a man to be pitied.
The struggles he must face
as a man divided.
But justice is a firm but fair mistress.
And come to justice he will.
Gosh, Batman.
I still don't understand why Tut would steal a biplane.
The plane was owned by Thomas Hewell,
a man who made his fortune through Egyptian cotton.
Holy hieroglyphics!
It's so obvious now I can't believe I missed that.
You have to think like the Professor.
And the Professor thinks he is King Tut
reborn. Great Scott!
The company that sponsored tonight's
midnight tour
is the Nile Double-Decker Bus Company.
That has to be Tut's next target.
And we just sent Alfred and Aunt Harriet in our stead.
To the Batmobile!
Silence, plebeians! It is...
It is I, King Tut,
and I command you to...
I...
Ah, shut up!
Proceed, Tutlings.
There it is, Batman.
Activating Bat-autopilot.
Hand over the dough and fancy rocks, grandma.
Heavens!
Mrs. Cooper!
Now, see here, you ruffian.
Oh, a tough guy, huh?
Citizen, duck.
Egads! The Caped Crumbums.
Surrender, you poor deluded fool,
and throw yourself on the mercy of the court.
You'll be begging for mercy when we get through with you.
Tutlings, ho!
Alfred, get the patrons to safety.
At once, sir.
Quickly now. Watch your step.
Age before beauty, I suppose.
That'll teach these thievin' thugs.
Indeed. Now for Tut.
Nuts to you, masked morons.
Fangs dipped with a fast-acting knockout venom.
Holy hypodermic!
I always knew you'd make an asp of yourself,
Bat-boob.
What are these things, Batman?
Canopic jars, Robin.
Used by the ancient Egyptians
to store and preserve the viscera
of their owner for the afterlife.
Holy entrails! But why?
Simple, Boy Birdfeed.
Once entombed in the foundation
of the soon-to-be-erected pyramid tower,
the Dynamic Dunderheads will be preserved for all eternity.
Fitting, no?
You... You fractured pharaoh.
Hit it, boys.
Batman and Robin trapped in yon urns,
awaiting their fates as the cement churns.
Their clipped wings can't fly.
So, alas, they'll die.
And all the crooks of Gotham shall say,
"That Tut was one heck of a guy."
It's already hardening, Batman.
Follow my instructions precisely.
Press the back of your soles against the side of the jar.
The heat from the chemical reaction of the cement
might trigger the Bat-jets.
Your reign is over, Tut.
A pox on thee and all your ancestors!
Oh!
Uh, where am I?
Batman! But if you're here that means...
Oh. Tut again?
I'm afraid so, Professor.
Having a split personality
can be so inconvenient at times.
The boss's scheme is falling into place.
Two-fold.
Too bad about the Professor.
Ah, just grab the bag, and let's get out of here.
On the double.
The stolen loot was missing from the crime scene,
Caped Crusaders.
And no sign of the biplane either.
Holy Amelia Earhart!
Where do you hide a biplane?
Tell us what you know, Professor.
Oh, I wish I knew, gentlemen.
Honestly, I do.
You expect us to believe that malarkey?
Remember, Chief, King Tut committed the crime.
Not this poor pathetic soul.
When he's knocked on the head,
he forgets everything he did as Tut.
I think I get your meaning, Boy Wonder.
Ow! How dare you assault my royal presence.
Where'd you hide the goods, you felonious pharaoh?
Fie on thee!
My secrets are as impenetrable
as any vault in the Great Pyramids.
Ah! Aha!
Ow!
What's happening?
Even the pyramids were eventually
- pried open, Tut. - Ow!
You'll have to chase me through
the 12 gates of the afterlife,
and you still won't get me to talk, flatfoot.
Ow! Oh, my head!
Why does it hurt so bad?
I won't give up that easy.
That's enough, Chief.
Our only recourse is to wait for the Professor
to see his day in court.
And if I have any say, he'll leave a free man.
Lucilee Diamond, public defender.
Now, if you'll kindly leave, so I can advise my client.
Of course, Ms. Diamond.
Well, Harvey, do you have a case?
Looks like it, Commissioner. Despite my winning streak
since returning to the DA's office,
half of me hoped the poor devil would confess
and save the expense of a lengthy trial.
I have faith that a jury of his peers
will have pity on a sick man, Mr. Dent.
Good day, gentleman.
Chief, have you ever known this poor professor
to break the law when he was not King Tut?
Ms. Diamond, I'm not sure. You'd have to ask Batman.
So when not suffering the effects of a concussive state
that brings on the King Tut identity,
he is a mild-mannered, harmless member of society?
You'd have to ask Batman.
I object.
Counsel is confusing the witness.
Not hard to do.
Overruled.
And did you not try to extract a confession
by bludgeoning this poor man
to recreate that concussive state?
Objection.
Tut is on trial here, not the Professor.
It's true!
All true, I confess.
No further questions.
- Thank you, Chief. - It's my honor to serve.
Judge, I would like to call my next witness.
Batman.
Batman, in all your dealings with King Tut,
how would he rate as criminal masterminds go?
King Tut's one of my most deadly adversaries.
But I believe with proper rehabilitation,
Tut can someday be a productive member of society.
So you are saying the only hope
to ridding Gotham of the scourge
of King Tut is to send him to prison
where he can get the help he so desperately needs?
- Well, I... - No further questions.
Your Honor, I'd like to call Professor McElroy
to the stand.
Professor, you stated for the court
that you have no memory of your actions
when King Tut takes over.
None whatsoever.
No one is more horrified by King Tut's actions than I.
But isn't it true that without your expertise in Egyptology,
Tut couldn't commit his crimes?
Well, I suppose that's true, but...
Thereby making you
the real mastermind behind his schemes.
No further questions, Your Honor.
Fifteen years with possible time off for good behavior.
Tough break for the Professor.
Yes, poor devil.
Still, justice was served.
At this rate, you'll be lead DA again in no time, Harvey.
Batman nabs the super-crooks,
and I send them to the state pen.
The same place Batman sent you.
Why, Dick, I hope you don't
feel like a third wheel when I'm around.
After all, I'm only Bruce's best friend.
You're his... Ward.
But the truth is, if it wasn't for Batman's help
or Bruce's friendship during my dark time,
who knows where I'd be right now?
Robbing a bank.
Oh, my, two handsome bachelors
who are still best friends after all these years.
Oh!
It's enough to give a girl the vapors.
Anyway, it's time I confessed
to the other reason for my visit.
Go on.
There is a charity that's dear to my heart,
the Society for
Underprivileged Fraternal Twins.
A worthy cause.
The stigma of being the less-attractive twin
is a heavy burden no one should have to bear.
Of course I'll do it.
Marvelous.
I've already found the venue,
the newly refurbished Winning Pair Casino.
It'll be great fun.
It's the Bat-phone, sir.
If you'll excuse us, Harv.
Dick and I are due at our weekly badminton lesson.
Holy... Gosh, yes, you're right.
Of course, Bruce. I'll be in touch.
Pigs in a blanket, Mr. Dent?
Yes, Commissioner?
Batman, an odd package has arrived
at my office, explicitly addressed to you.
Curious. We'll be right there.
To the Batcave.
It's a book.
A world atlas, to be precise.
Saints alive!
Looks like it's been eaten away by bugs.
Correction, Chief. Worms.
Holy plagiarism!
It can only be from that master
of a thousand stolen plots, the Bookworm.
Indeed. Come, Robin,
we have some reading to catch up on.
Why would Bookworm give us a world atlas?
Despite its poor condition,
I was able to detect several pages were missing.
Pages of different world capitals.
I'm still stumped, Batman.
Think longitudes and latitudes.
Holy overdue book, of course!
He is using longitude and latitude
to correspond to the library's classification method,
the Dewey Decimal System.
Now you've got it, old chum.
Based on my encyclopedic knowledge
of the card catalogue,
those numbers correspond to rare editions
of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,
The Man in the Iron Mask,
and A Tale of Two Cities.
Holy English lit!
And they are housed in
the rare editions wing of this library.
Sorry.
Quickly, to the rare editions wing.
Soon the priceless leather-bound
beauties contained within will be mine.
Their exotic bindings will make
a stunning cape to add to my eclectic ensemble.
Surrender, Bookworm, you larcenous literatus.
Oh, Batman.
Dear, sweet, insufferable Batman.
You didn't think I'd come here without protection, did you?
Worms, attack!
Wait! Aren't you forgetting something?
Glasses!
All right, men, round up these four-eyed felons.
Oh.
Curse you, Batman.
My glasses. They're broken.
Since Bookworm can't see, Chief,
you'll have to read him his rights.
Good thing Batman was able to piece together your little clue.
Otherwise you might have gotten away with it.
Clue? What clue?
Batman, look, the rare books.
They're gone.
No doubt stolen while we were distracted with the fight.
To the Batmobile.
It's odd, Batman.
Bookworm knew nothing about
the clue that was sent to Commissioner Gordon.
Which is why I suspect
someone wanted us to catch him.
You mean there is another
fiendish force behind these crimes?
But who?
Think, Robin. What common theme
did the stolen books all share?
Hmm.
They were all stories featuring themes of duality.
I see Tut's crimes, though Egyptian-themed,
also focused on the number two.
The biplane, the double-decker bus.
The number two, a double cross,
all signs pointing to...
Two Face. But we just saw Harvey.
He's been fully rehabilitated, inside and out.
There is only one way to know for sure.
Let's head to Two Face's last known hideout,
the abandoned sign factory on Gemini Drive.
Quite a haul, eh, boys?
Enough to finance my special plans for Gotham.
Now, we need to abandon this hideout.
No doubt the tiresome twosome have realized I've returned
and will be here soon.
- But, boss... - Get the lead out,
or I'll put the lead in.
Holy hideousity, Batman. It is Two Face.
But how is that possible?
It shouldn't be.
Scarred side up.
Get them, boys!
My arms are pinned, Batman.
I'm afraid you're outnumbered, Batman.
Nighty-night, bird boy.
What's the matter with you, boss?
A coin decides their fates.
Tough luck, boys.
Batman and Robin will live...
For now.
Boss, are you nuts?
We owe it to every crime-abiding crook in town to
crush the Caped Coppers.
It's the ethical thing to do.
Shut up, or else the coin decides your fates too.
Grab the loot.
Think twice before you try to thwart my plans again, Batman.
Let's scram.
It seems Harvey is back to his old tricks.
Yes, it looks bad.
But as District Attorney,
Harvey has made a lot of enemies.
I wouldn't put it past any of them
to try and ruin his reputation.
Gosh, do you really believe that's the case?
I pray it is, old chum.
I pray that it is.
Batman, look, his face is normal.
Batman, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?
Apologies, Mr. Dent. But we've discovered
there's a mastermind behind King Tut's and
Bookworm's latest crime sprees.
The audacity.
There is more.
The fallacious fiends assumed the guise
of your former criminal alter ego, Two Face.
Where were you within the last two hours?
I've been here all night, Boy Wonder.
Surely you don't think I'm involved in this.
Why, it's positively beyond the pale.
Excuse Robin's overzealousness, Mr. Dent,
but we can't rule anyone out at this point.
Of course, Batman.
You'll receive my full cooperation.
I've worked so hard to rebuild my reputation.
What kind of a twisted monster would do such a thing?
I won't rest until we get to the bottom of this.
I have total confidence in you, Caped Crusader.
And I quiver with anticipation
at the thought of putting this imposter behind bars.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to finalize plans for my charity bachelor auction.
Perhaps you've heard about it
from our mutual friend, Bruce Wayne?
I'm afraid my friendship with Mr. Wayne
doesn't extend to charity functions.
Good night, Mr. Dent.
It just doesn't add up, Batman.
Harvey has to be involved with Two Face somehow.
The crime fighter's crusade,
not tempered by loyalty and faith,
is hollow at best.
Harvey Dent has been a loyal friend.
Therefore, I must have faith in him...
For now.
It's me.
I can't go on like this.
I insist you stop this madness at once.
Look, pretty boy.
We had a deal, remember?
I frame the super-crooks and
use their stolen loot to finance my criminal coup,
while you convict them and
reclaim your sterling reputation
as DA of Gotham City.
You've done all right for yourself, haven't you?
Maybe, but the Masked Manhunter is no fool.
Before long, he'll be onto us.
By the time Batman discovers our secret,
I will know his.
Once that happens,
the Dynamic Duo will be zilch, zeroes.
How dare they fire me after one little mishap?
I'll show them.
I'll show everyone.
They've not heard the last of...
Oy, gevalt! What now?
Hugo Strange, we meet again,
face to face.
I believe we have unfinished business.
The Bat-computer can't seem to turn up any suspects
who might want to frame Harvey.
It's because Dent's the one behind it.
You're letting Bruce Wayne's friendship with him
taint your crime-fighting objectivity.
And you're letting Dick Grayson's insecurity
taint yours.
Holy blind spot, Batman.
How can you not see Dent's up to his neck in this?
Sirs.
Robin, I haven't had to say this in quite some time.
Go to your room.
Gladly.
Master Robin?
Let him go, Alfred. Two Face has us all on edge.
The boy just needs some fresh air.
Perhaps I do too.
Is there something else, sir?
I'm supposed to see Catwoman tonight,
but I can't lose focus. A man's good name is at stake.
Friends before females, eh, sir?
Indeed, Alfred.
That does it!
No man, or Batman, stands up the Catwoman.
How did you get in here, you little tramp?
Hello, Catwoman. I'm afraid I've got bad news.
The parole board denied your request.
Friend of yours?
As a matter of fact, yes.
Well done, Hecate.
You've earned an extra treat tonight.
Let me out of here!
She's getting away.
Hey, pipe down, or you're going in solitary.
Hmm.
Not bad.
In fact, purr-fect.
Master Dick, may I come in?
I have milk and cookies.
My word!
The game is afoot, Mr. Dent.
Caught you, you duplicitous DA!
Holy resurrection! The evil extractor!
Robin?
What are you doing?
Get out of here before it's too late.
I don't think so, Har...
You should have listened to Harvey.
Now sleep tight, won't you?
Wakey, wakey, bird boy.
Who are you, you depraved devil?
How did you get Dent mixed up in this?
Dent is a useful idiot.
He serves his purpose.
Now it's your turn, Robin.
The Boy Guinea Pig.
Soon we'll see if lightning strikes twice.
You'll never figure out how to use that without...
Hugo Strange?
You know what they say.
If you can't kill them in a horrible lab experiment,
join them.
Consider this an experiment in terror.
No!
Yes, Alfred?
It's Master Dick, sir. He's gone missing.
The arrogance of youth.
I took the precaution of activating
the Bat-homing beacon in his utility belt.
I'm sending you the coordinates now.
Good job, Alfred. I'm on my way.
Robin, I know you're upset,
but this is not an appropriate way to blow off steam.
You should have joined a young men's basketball league
or taken up model kit building.
For your own good, when we get home, you're grounded.
Not if I put you in the ground first.
Robin, old chum, what's happened?
Batman, stay away!
How's that for a sidekick, old chum?
Batman, look out!
The evil extract formula seems quite potent.
But for your plan, we'll need a much bigger batch.
Don't worry about that.
I know just where we can get some.
Don't hold back, Batman. I must be stopped.
Your mother wears combat boots.
This will hurt me more than it does you, old chum.
Master Dick.
Goodness!
What's the matter, Jeeves?
Never seen someone get up on the wrong side of the bed?
Don't talk to Alfred that way.
Tell me he can be saved, sir.
I hope not. I'm tired of being a square.
Please, Batman, help me.
Not to worry, old chum. I think I have an antidote.
I've got your antidote right here, Batman.
Gosh, I feel like I need to wash my mouth out with soap.
Good show, Master Bruce.
Batman, Dent is working with Strange.
I owe you an apology, Robin.
I was remiss in not giving the evidence its proper weight.
But you were right. Dent is involved,
but someone else is pulling the strings.
Then my faith isn't entirely misplaced.
There's still hope for Harvey yet.
What is it?
Batman took the liberty of testing your costume for any
foreign residue.
According to the Bat-computer,
your cape contained traces of a fine blue chalk.
Holy billiards.
Precisely.
And this particular brand of pool chalk
is used by only one place in town.
The newly refurbished Winning Pair Casino,
where Harvey is holding his bachelor auction.
A crime fighter forewarned is a crime fighter forearmed.
To the Batmobile.
Batman, look at the size of those balls.
They must have cost a fortune.
The previous owner made his money
running small-time gambling dens.
He knew luck always favored the house.
It's easy to forget that statistically,
gambling is always a losing proposition.
Boy Wonder, your sudden breakout
seems to have cleared up.
Who are you, Two Face?
We're done with your ghoulish games.
Then you shouldn't have come here.
Batman in the corner pocket.
Holy compaction, we'll be crushed.
Quickly, Robin. This is the only way.
What now, boss?
Prepare them for the showstopper.
But first, take a memo.
Dear Gotham's criminal elite...
Huh?
Oh, how delicious.
It's an invitation.
"Two Face cordially invites you to..."
"...the unmasking of the Dynamic Duo,
"Batman and Robin."
Oh, rapturous day!
"Follow the directions to the newly refurbished
"Winning Pair Casino on 2222 Janice Lane."
Huzzah! Huzzah!
Holy half dollar.
Is this how it ends, Batman?
Steady, old chum.
A level head is
the crime fighter's greatest asset.
If I could just reach...
No, Robin! It's booby-trapped.
Any sudden movement could trigger it.
And we'll be catapulted over those spikes.
At least he's giving us a 50-50 chance.
Don't be fooled, Boy Wonder.
Our weight will ensure that we fall
face-down on those spikes.
Batman's right.
Harvey, it's not too late.
Help us take down the man who put you up to this.
But I'm as guilty as he is.
I just couldn't take being a peon in the DA's office.
So when he offered me this Faustian deal,
I took it.
I still believe in you, Harvey.
Then you're a fool!
Mr. Wayne had your face restored.
You were reformed.
I'm afraid Bruce only...
...healed the scars on the outside, Batman.
No mere surgery could keep Two Face at bay for long.
Holy Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde!
Of course, the scars are a physical manifestation
of the evil extractor's gases.
You've been living a double life this whole time.
Harvey's not the only one living a double life.
Is he, Batman?
And soon the secret beneath that cowl
will be exposed for all of Gotham to see.
You grizzly gargoyle,
there's no way you can know Batman's secret identity.
Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Boy Blatherer.
This fiend forced me to set up this charity auction as a ruse
to trap Bruce Wayne in a lie.
I only agreed because I didn't believe him.
Bruce wouldn't keep anything that important from me.
And yet the always punctual Bruce Wayne
hasn't shown up for his own auction,
which could only mean that he's been indisposed
as Batman is now.
Voila!
The indignity of it all.
Holy indecent exposure.
Batman and Bruce Wayne, one and the same.
Bruce, how could you keep secrets from your old friend?
And you must be his youthful ward, Dick Grayson.
I told you they were living double lives.
What devilish diabolitry have you devised for us next?
I know people who would pay dearly for this information,
which is why I gathered them all here.
Now, one of Batman's
greatest enemies will have the opportunity
to buy his identity.
We'll start the bidding at $1 million.
Me, me! One million bucks.
Oh, it's a good thing I had some spare change
laying around between the couch cushions.
Cease that cacophonous cackling,
you malignant muttonhead!
The Penguin says a million and five.
Riddle me this.
Why are we like Two Face's henchmen? Answer.
Because we're all doing his bidding.
Two million.
Three million.
Catwoman, you larcenous lynx.
Four million.
Silence!
No one outbids the Princess of Plunder.
Batman is mine to undo when I see fit and not before.
No one will see under his hood besides me.
Five million.
Oh, that's a little rich for my blood.
But what do you say, we combine the pot and we all get a peek?
Then ten million it is.
Going once. Going twice.
Sold to all the villains of Gotham.
Now let's claim our prize.
Have your fun, boys.
But I have another engagement.
I'm sorry, Batman.
If they find out our identity,
it'll be the end of Batman and Robin.
Then we have to trigger this giant coin.
But you said it yourself, it's rigged.
There's no choice. Now.
Egad! Come back here.
We paid good money for you.
Robin, do precisely as I say.
Shift your weight ten degrees to the left.
Based on my calculations,
it will change the coin's center of gravity, and thus...
Thanks for your help, Catwoman.
I'm sorry about standing you up.
I've accepted the fact that your first love will
always be crime-fighting, Batman.
So if you won't join my side,
perhaps I'll join yours.
The Caped Crusaders are free.
Treasonous trollop!
Get them, men, or it's curtains!
Let Robin and I handle this.
You might get hurt.
Silly boy, I know cat-rate.
Hiya!
Strange's new and improved evil extractor.
While those fiends were bidding,
Two Face was collecting their evil essence.
Why would he need so much?
Great Scott, that's it!
He plans to turn all of Gotham into Two Faces.
Forgive me if I don't face this foe with you, Batman.
But green isn't my color.
You've done more than enough, Catwoman.
Promise me you'll turn yourself in
to the nearest authorities.
Of course, Batman.
Cross my heart.
Quickly, Robin. There's no time.
There, Batman. We'll never catch him.
I already summoned the Batcycle.
This antidote is our last chance.
We may cure Harvey yet.
Hey...
Look out, men!
Citizens of Gotham,
this is Desmond Dumas warning you to head for cover.
That mutilated master of multiplicity, Two Face,
he's dousing the entire city with some strange kind of gas.
I repeat, head for...
Robin, use the mini bazooka to disable his flight gear.
Holy hairpin turn!
It's no use, Batman. That fiend's an ace pilot.
Then there's only one thing left to do.
Use our ejector seats to get altitude, and pray
the Bat-boot jets can do the rest.
Brace yourself.
Now, Robin!
Batman!
Careful, old chum. It is quite a drop.
You'll never take me alive. Take cover.
Robin, behind the Bat-shield.
Batman, this place is going to blow.
Then this is as far as you go, old chum.
I'm going after Two Face,
and try to get close enough to use the antidote.
It's gone!
It must have cracked open during the mayhem.
Then you can't go after him, Batman.
It'll be certain death.
I have to. I can't give up on Harvey.
His friendship means a lot to you, doesn't it?
Yes.
But not as much as yours does, Boy Wonder.
I wouldn't want anyone else at my side
in this never-ending fight against crime.
Now move to safety. That's an order.
As a duly deputized officer of the law and your friend,
I implore you to fight this, Harvey.
I detest cheap sentiment.
Bruce, I... I can't
tell you how terribly sorry I am about all this...
You're weak, Dent.
And now that you've outlived your usefulness to me,
it's time I snuffed you out.
There's no one left to protect you, Masked Manhunter.
I've been counting your bullets.
Now it's you that's on the auction block,
and my fists are the highest bidders.
Harvey, stay strong.
Goodbye, Batman.
Wait. Doesn't the coin have to decide?
Curse you, Batman, for being right.
No, impossible.
No!
Tell me what to do.
Can't decide.
Now's your chance, Harvey. Fight him!
You did this. I'll destroy you.
No! He's my friend.
He believed in me when no one else would.
He was a fool to trust us.
There's no "us" anymore, Two Face.
I'm Harvey Dent...
District Attorney...
And I'm bringing you to justice.
Harvey!
Batman... Bruce, old friend.
Let's get out of here, Harvey.
Batman, are you all right?
I'm fine, Robin.
What about Two Face?
He's gone, Boy Wonder.
He's...
Batman, we rounded up all of the super-criminals.
But Catwoman's gone.
That tricky minx.
Still, Robin and I owe our lives to her.
However were you able to outwit that
grand-guignol gonzo, Two Face?
I'm afraid to say I cheated, Commissioner.
During our fight, I replaced Two Face's coin with a blank.
His inability to act gave me the opening I needed.
That poor abandoned soul.
But even Harvey Dent must again pay for his crimes,
no matter what his mental state.
True, but for now, there is quite a mess in Gotham
we must clean up.
Initiating Bat-Evil-Essence Antidote Bombs.
Take that, you Two Faced fiends.
Decorum, old chum. They are citizens, after all.
Gosh, yes. Sorry, Batman.
Batman's cured all of Gotham.
That is, most of Gotham.
I feel like I've been on a three-day bender.
No matter how dire the peril,
no matter how hopeless the odds,
you can always count on Batman.
Gosh, Bruce, it's been months.
How do you think Harvey will act when he sees us?
The warden says Harvey's been a model prisoner.
I mean, about him knowing our secret identities.
This is one time I'm afraid
even Batman doesn't know what to expect.
Master Bruce, Mr. Dent has arrived
for his charity bachelor auction.
Thanks, Bruce.
Once again, you've helped me
in ways I can never begin to repay.
Ah, don't mention it, Harvey.
That's what old friends are for.
Say, I better get up there.
Holy amnesia, he doesn't remember.
Two Face knew our secret,
but it seems Harvey has repressed that memory.
Clearly, Two Face lies dormant,
buried deep in Harvey's psyche.
For now, we can only hope it stays that way.
I wonder if Harvey will be auctioning himself.
Oh, I might need to borrow some money, Alfred.
Why, Mrs. Cooper!
Heavens to Betsy,
I'm all a-tingle, Bruce. Bruce?
Thank you for that warm welcome.
And now, without further ado,
I'd like to present our first item up for auction,
the most eligible bachelor in Gotham City...
Batman.
Who will make the first bid?
Holy Hugh Hefner.
Meow.