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Yes, commissioner.
Daddy? Daddy.
The Wayne Foundation?
Ha-ha-ha! It's time for my ultimate ultimatum.
While I push the button that opens the roof of this launching pad factory.
Altitude, you know.
our mad captive scientist will unpack the beryllium...
Hear this. Now hear this.
That's understandable since there is no life on Mars as we know it.
Every receiving device around here has been broken.
NARRATOR". And well might Commissioner Gordon wonder...
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But what's this?
Robin, alert the Batcopter port to ready the Batcopter.
Perhaps the Batcomputer can help our lagging memories.
Not exactly threaten me, but he certainly frightened me.
I don't understand your language too well, sir...
Probably one of the lighter metals.
eyeing the priceless Mope Diamond hungrily...
- And vaguely familiar, commissioner. - Oh?
For five to 10 years, I would imagine.
And I saw the Batmobile parked in front of police headquarters...
Regarding a man from Mars she just met in Gotham Park.
- Any sightings? - None, but if Alfred's on that flying saucer...
Complete capitulation, complete cooperation, complete control.
Batman, where are you?
Oh, there's no more current, Robin.
- It looks like you've flown your last saucer. - But I came close, Batman. I came close.
Barbara, where have you been?