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Create a diversionary tactic...
until and if the Joker plays his hand.
And so are the Caped Cadavers. Gone forever, Joker.
and particularly Gotham City's, is getting out of hand.
You can't expect me...
- Titanium, beryllium... - Titanium.
I'll wait here.
And shortly, it'll be speeding across the skies of Gotham City.
- But I... - Else why were you...
NARRATOR". But to mention Batgirl...
Not flying saucers.
NARRATOR". What do they look like?
Mi, mi!
Blastoff.
Terrorizing the inhabitants of Gotham City...
just in case millionaire Bruce Wayne or any member of his staff might be there.
in this abandoned launching pad factory?
up at Warden Crichton's cosmic calaboose, Joker. Let's go.
Not to mention Batgirl.
Hello?
Where have you been this time, Verdigris?
Flying Circus Hill?
Including, somehow, the little green intruder in the library.
All citizens of Gotham City and the world...
I don't know. I don't speak Martian, or Marsish, or whatever you call it.
Die? A very poor choice of words, Chief O'Hara.
- He was out of sight in a split second. - Mother Machree.
Where Joker and his little green menaces were going to steal the beryllium.
But we're headed right back where we started.
this present Martian invasion is all a hoax.
Well, I'm sorry to be so lacking in details, gentlemen...
who, at one time, was blackmailing greengrocers.
Alfred should be on his way by now. To the Batmobile.