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Uh, these are just some of the noises you'll hear
when I beat your shockingly flat ass...
... if you don't spill where the hell Frank is.
Who's Frank?
You know damn well who Frank is,
and you better squeal, Richie Rich.
- You won't kill me. - Oh, and why's that?
Dead men tell no tales.
Oh, we'll see.
Ahh! Damn it!
You don't wanna talk, huh? Huh?
Oh, we've got ways to make you talk, pal.
Ivy, how do we make him talk? We have tried everything.
We need help.
You know, I too used to have a temper problem.
But with the help of Mayor Joker's
Passions, Not Prisons reform program,
I found an outlet for my judgmental rage,
hosting this very self-help podcast.
All right, next caller.
Hey, Doctor Psycho!
Uh, first time, long time, uh...
- My name is... Reign. - Oh.
- And I am having a personal crisis. - Mm-hmm.
Do I serve vengeance upon my foes in a merciless shower of death?
- Oh. - Or do I let it go and... and buy another pasta maker?
Well, Reign, that's a big Q, and one I will answer
after this ad.
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be the only one with great underpants?
With new LexFlex technology, Lex...
Ah, great!
You ruined a perfectly clean ad read, you shithead!
We'd literally come to anyone else if we could,
but we need your help, Psycho.
We need you, Doctor Psycho.
I'm listening.
Honestly, I learned more from watching Frasier
than I did from all of med school.
Shark! Ey!
Okay, this is so embarrassing,
but I honestly can't recall your name.
It's Clayface.
No, I'd remember if it's that stupid.
I got a client with a similar kink.
Woo, it's not for me, but I get the broader appeal.
Oh, hell no!
You didn't say you wanted to go into Bruce Wayne's mind.
He's the point-zero-one percent.
They're the real freaks.
Psycho, we're begging ya.
He stole Frank!
All right, I'll do it.
On one condition.
I want Harley
to guest on my pod.
That's right! She's a real get.
Besides, I'm getting crushed in downloads
by Killer Croc's weepy memoir show, I need the ratings.
Oh, I'm behind on Thick Skin. So, please no spoilers.
All right, Quinn. You in or what?
Yeah, whatever.
Thank you.
My producer Ben will be in touch.
All right, let's do this. Assume the position.
Look, I'm out of motion-sickness pills,
so I volunteer to watch the bodies.
All right, kids. It's showtime!
Ma-ma-ma-mamacita!
- Shit, that hurts. - Where are we?
Where is his Museum of Memories, like in my brain?
All I see is Gotham,
but grittier.
Okay, where can we find his latest memories?
Like, the most recent ones?
I don't know. Ask them.
Egad! It's him. The reason we came.
- Frank? - No!
Thomas Wayne!
And do my eyes deceive me or has he a mustache?
What other secrets has he been hiding?
There is so much I can learn
from watching the man I shall be portraying
on the most important night of his life:
his death!
Any minute he'll walk into Crime Alley,
and then so too will his murderer!
Right, it's Joe Cool!
No, that's Joe Chill.
Joe Cool is when Snoopy wears those, like, sunglasses
and pretends to be a college student.
I thought Joe Cool was the camel that sold cigarettes to children.
No, That's Joe Camel,
and he doesn't...
Great. We missed it. Now they're dead.
Too busy arguing about fucking Snoopy.
Bruce!
Where the hell is Frank?
Ive, it's not happening. He's in a state of extreme trauma.
I'm also a doctor, and I second everything she just said.
Okay, so then this memory is useless.
We need to find a more recent one ASAP
and then see Frank for ourselves.
All right. Well, let's take his ride.
Where to, Master Not-Wayne?
Bruce's latest memory, and step on it!
As soon as we get to the memory, we then need to...
Ow! Fuck!
We've arrived.
- Wait, what's going on here? What is this? - Huh...
So, uh...
Oh, were his parents murdered? I'm not quite getting it.
Could you show us a thousand more fucking times?
Oh, man, I cannot believe
we are being subjected to this multiple times.
I've only read about this in journals.
Yeah, but what is this?
This is a reverse-repressed memory,
meaning Bruce Wayne's repressed every memory in his life,
except this one.
He's forever stuck in a memory loop of his parents' murder.
God, it's hard not to feel sorry for the kid.
Well, guess what, I don't feel anything for him
because the fucker stole Frank.
Let's be honest, you don't really need me for this part,
so uno momento.
Oh, Mr. Wayne. A word, perhaps?
Oh, Mr. Wayne!
Ugh, come on. So close.
I was wondering if you could answer a few questions about...
Jesus! God!
Thomas, help me get into character.
How are you feeling just moments before your death?
My what?
You know what, this is my bad. You know why?
Because I actually thought that you could be useful, you useless fuck.
Harley, you need to deal with your woman, she's being a little...
Harley?
Are you shitting me?
Oof!
Close your eyes, kid.
Why the hell did you do that?
I thought if I stopped the kid from crying, he could help us.
Oh, God! Didn't you learn anything from last time?
You can't mess with a memory,
or else...
I beg you, Mr. Wayne, with your final breath,
tell me your life's motivation. What is your rosebud?
My rosebud is... is also a... sle...
A what? A what?
Also, a sleee what? A what? A what?
How'd it go?
I must call James Gunn immediately.
Harley?
Harley!
Why... Why isn't she waking up?
We need to go back in, we need to save her right now.
Nope, it's not gonna happen.
Bruce's brain is on lockdown,
but his subconscious must still want Harley for something.
The only way out now is from the inside.
Harley is on her own.
Oh, my God. What if... What if Joe Chill shoots her?
Die in the head, die for real.
The rules have stayed very consistent every time we do this.
Please be okay, Harley.
Please be okay.
God, you're heavy!
Okay. I know a fun game.
Hey! Hey, how about... How about you focus yourself
and you try and think of a different memory.
Preferably a happy one with, like, no murderers.
Uh, maybe mini-golf, or how about a merry go round?
All I see is darkness.
Okay. Come on, kid. We're improvising.
Ugh!
Oh!
Hey, you okay, kid?
- Where are we? - The darkness.
Yeah, so if this is gonna work, I'm gonna need ya
to not go all creepy-kid- in-a-horror-movie on me, okay?
- Bats are scary. - Yeah, you're telling me.
Hey, I know you're going through a lot right now.
But see, I got this friend named Frank that's missing,
and I wanna make sure he's okay.
Maybe you've seen him?
I don't know.
The fact that you can't even look at me kinda says you do.
My parents told me not to talk to strangers.
Yeah, well, they're...
gone now, so you can trust me.
I don't trust clowns with secrets.
I am barely clown-themed anymore,
I just think I look hot like this.
I mean, check how good these bootie shorts make my ass look, right?
Never mind, you're eight, okay.
I just wanna go home.
Hey, let's make a deal:
if I help you get back home, will you show me where my friend is?
There we go. See? I'm not a clown,
I'm a friend.
Hey, look. It's you. We must have found your memories.
Why do we fall down, Master Bruce?
To pick ourselves up?
Yes. That's what I was going to say.
Aww, look at you, you little Grumpy Gus.
Yeah, that was at my parents' funeral.
Oh.
Ugh! Always a white billionaire
coming to a group of Himalayan monk-ninjas
and forcing them to train him.
What a dickhead. Oh, no offense.
As a man, I'm flesh and blood.
I can be ignored. I can be destroyed.
But as a symbol, as a really cool, very gritty, super-serious symbol,
I can be incorruptible, I can be everlasting.
You know, you grow up to have a real savior complex.
Who do you think you are?
You don't sound like Bruce Wayne there.
You sound like...
Holy shit. You're...
I'm Batman.
Hmm.
Alfred! Are the ears too big? I think they're too big.
How could Bruce be Batman?
I mean, sure, he's the richest man in Gotham,
so that explains all the vehicles.
And he's always going missing at big galas when villains show up.
Okay, come to think of it, it's very obvious.
Wait till you hear who Superman is.
Come on!
Okay, I'm not comfortable with whatever this is.
Look, Harley likes it when I play with her hair.
I don't know. I'm just... At least I'm trying something, right?
And not just playing video games in the goddamn corner.
How dare you? Look, video games are how I deal with stress.
If I stop playing, I'll start thinking,
and if I start thinking,
I will freak the...
I cannot take this stress right now. I will be in my kingdom.
What the hell was that?
I had a few weird years.
I always thought Batman was a stick in the mud,
but seeing everything you've done
all shmushed together like that is impressive.
And honestly, kinda inspiring.
But, you know, if you truly wanted to help Gotham,
why not start with affordable housing?
People pay for housing?
Kid!
Holy sanitized curse word!
Oh, how cute.
The songbird's afraid to swear.
Ugh, you used to be such a fudging pill.
Wait.
Firework rocket, tied-up Robin,
smell of fried Oreos and vomit.
Oh, I remember this night!
What should we do with Batsie's little sidekick, puddin'?
Oh, no!
I think we oughta teach him some manners, Mistah J.
- Ugh. - She's just so beautiful.
God! You put your tongue in that?
Psycho, if you aren't here to help Harley,
you need to get out of the goddamn house.
Well, I'm starting to feel not welcome here,
so fine by me.
Huzzah! We saved the movie!
We can CGI the moustache in post.
That's not good.
You're disgusting.
All this destruction and mayhem for what?
Do you really like that?
Mr. J likes it. Whatever he likes, I like.
Ugh! And the accent, oh, my God, so heavy.
Girl, ease it down.
- Who do you think you are? - Not you. Not anymore.
I think Robin's lost his marbles.
Someday you'll get with the love of your life,
and you'll see how foolish you been all those years.
Too bad you'll miss the wedding.
We haven't talked about marriage yet!
Put me down for the fish.
You're not supposed to order the fish.
They just put it on the menu to not seem cheap.
Ugh. Get a room. And some self-esteem.
Ahh! My ear! Oh, my God, that is so cruel.
Hey, you never told me stopping baddies was this much fun.
Being a hero's supposed to be lame.
It has its moments.
Costume looks good on you, Quinn.
You don't think the shorts are too short?
I know I like to show off a little something,
but come on, this is a thong.
I say we skip to the grand finale?
I hear it's a real bang!
Holy post-traumatic- stress-disorder Batman!
He's trying to taint your memories.
Do I have your verbal consent to become your licensed therapist?
I'm gonna take that as a yes, so you can't ever sue me.
Don't think about him.
Close your eyes, cross your hands like this.
You're doing great.
Now think about somewhere you feel safe.
A memory where you felt truly happy.
No criminals.
No bats.
Just happy.
There you go.
Now check in with your senses.
Think about what you're smelling. What you're hearing.
What you're feeling.
Incredible first session. Will you be paying this co-pay now or later?
Yeah, rich people insurance doesn't have co-pays.
Ahh, this country's so fucked up.
This is your safe space, huh?
It's the last Christmas we had together. Before...
Those are for Santa.
Ah, I'll take the heat from Tim Allen.
Mm?
In here.
Well, kid, unless you have your utility belt under there,
I don't think we're getting out of this one.
I was wrong.
You're not scary like that other clown.
I don't wanna lie anymore. I stole your friend. It was me.
Frank? Yeah, I know.
He's the key. He's the one who'll make the bad man disappear.
Whoa, slow down. What do you mean?
I took him first 'cause I saw Ivy was up to no good on the cameras.
You could see us on Cat Woman's security cameras.
Ew. You were perving?
No, I was being a hero.
I had to stop your plan.
But then I realized that the plant could do more.
It could bring mommies and daddies back from the dead.
It'll fix everything.
Frank resurrects plants, he can't bring back people.
He can now. I changed him.
- How? - Science?
Hey, give me back the kid!
You don't have to be afraid of him, Bruce.
He is just another masked asshole in a city full of 'em.
Too afraid to even show his face.
Okay, I've got, like, a million questions. But mostly, what?
He didn't tell you why I'm here?
The reason I sit all night by the window waiting,
begging for the Bat-Signal to appear.
The reason I became Batman.
Everyone knows your parents were murdered.
It's pretty well-worn territory at this point.
But they don't know that it was my fault.
That night, Father wanted me to attend a shareholders meeting,
but I begged he take us to the movies,
The Mark of Zorro.
I came out of that theater exhilarated, inspired, even.
So much so I refused to take the limo back.
I wanted us to walk home. Through Crime Alley.
To think all this trauma from an Antonio Banderas film.
No, that's the '90s one,
I'm talking about the black and white... It doesn't matter.
Everything I do as Batman is to make that one night right.
Yet it's never enough,
so I must never forget.
That is my penance. My bat-shaped cross to bear.
Moving on doesn't mean forgetting.
It means healing. And as your therapist, I promised to help you heal.
Either you give up the kid so he can return to Crime Alley,
or I shoot you dead. Your call, Quinn.
I thought your rule was no guns.
I mean, the real me is against it, but the mind me is flexible.
Help me.
I will.
But I can't help you in here.
I need to talk to the real you, it's too fucked up in here.
Come on, champ. Let's go watch our parents die.
It's what we deserve.
Like I said, very fucked up.
Don't tell my secret.
Doctor-patient confidentiality.
Oh, my God! Ive...
W... Were we always in Wayne Manor?
No.
Wayne hired those fucking latchkey Bat-kids to do his dirty work.
Didn't even realize Batman was such a fucking sell-out.
I know what you're gonna do!
But, Bruce, you can't undo your trauma.
You have to work through it.
It's hard, and it's scary,
but it's the best thing you'll ever do.
I'm sorry, what?
I think we missed something big.
Why should I trust you?
'Cause I promised a little boy I'd help, and I will.
You saw everything. This is the only way out of the dark.
Hey, Harley, what is he doing with Frank?
He...
He modified Frank's resurrection powers.
He's gonna bring back his dead parents.
- Yeah, that's not good. - Ha! A post-credit scene to my biopic.
I mean, oh... Bad idea.
Wait, that's... It's not possible!
I mean, there's no way he could've...
Hang on. Is... I mean, is that possible?
You're back!
? Oooh, scrambled eggs ?
? Dead parents! ?
? La, la, la, trees! Pussy! ?
Goodnight, Gotham!
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