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Bruce Wayne (0:01)
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Jim Gordon (0:30)
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Bruce Wayne (0:39)
That is one perfect combination. Burgers deserve Pepsi. You're listening to DC High Volume Batman. If you're looking for a place to stay in Gotham City, there have been some unexpected vacancies at Arkham Asylum ever since an audacious breakout where 2Face and other inmates went free. Followed shortly by Alberto Falcone, the Holiday Killer, being released on house arrest. Soon after, a cop was found dead, strung up from the Gotham Bridge with a hangman's game pinned to his corpse. Chance, coincidence, or something more sinister? The world's greatest detective is on the case. And now, Dark Victory, Chapter 2.
Jim Gordon (1:44)
For nearly a year, a serial killer stalked the streets of Gotham City. His identity was unknown, only that he struck on holidays. Incredibly enough, just one person was shot at by Holiday and survived. Why he was left alive remains something of a riddle to this day. Edward Nygma is obsessed with riddles. Just as Holiday left objects to represent the dates of the killings, Nigma commits crimes complete with riddles to challenge his would be captors. I have him hanging upside down by his leg, dangling off the bridge, a loose length of cable in my hand. I can do this all night. And I don't think you can, Riddler. Question. What can you only do going down and never going up? Answer. Fall. Now someone else in Gotham City has committed murder and left an odd clue as to their identity. Talk to me about Chief o'. Hara. Um, who was the chief of police? Clancy o', Hara, who was hanged by some sort of rope or cord off the this bridge. There was a note pinned to the body. A note? Why wasn't a note mentioned in the newspapers? The police kept it out for now. This is a copy of the note. It depicts a children's game. It is a challenge to do this upside down. It's Hangman, isn't it? Study it. Come back with something. I don't know. And if I can't? You will. Ohara's death weighs the heaviest on Jim Gordon. As the newly appointed police Commissioner. He'll be flooded with pressure from both inside the department and out. I always like the view from that chair, Gil. Wish you had let me know you were coming downtown. I could have. You could have what, Jimmy? Made sure you were out for lunch. Gillian B. Loeb. Jim's predecessor. Commissioner of Police James Gordon. Very nice. But you never really understood how things run in Gotham City. Brought you out here all the way from Chicago. Had such high hopes for you, my boy. I didn't take your job, Gil. You lost it in a cesspool of corruption and graft. Always the altar boy, Jimmy. That part about you never impressed me. And I wouldn't get too comfortable in that chair. There's a reason it has wheels on it. You might have ridden in here by making your constituents think they could rest easy around the holidays. But Alberto Falcone is out of jail now and Harvey Dent is. Don't bring Dent into this. And get your cane out of my face. Two face is what they call them these days, isn't it? Shame what happened there. I had a hand in getting in the DA's job, too. Had a hand in more things than you'll ever know. The city council has their eye on you. I told them that someone with my experience would be a good idea. You got a cop killer out there now. People don't like it when it's about cops. Makes them feel uneasy. You got lucky last time. All you had were some cheap hoods for victims. I earned this job on a lot more than just the holiday case. Yes, sir. Always liked that view. More than ever. I have come to appreciate the solitude of the cave beneath my father's house. Even the occasional interruption from Alfred cannot deter me from my investigation. I was planning out the menu for Thanksgiving. Master Verusand wondered perhaps this year we might set the table for more than just one. Oh, Hare's neck. It wasn't broken, like in a traditional hanging, where the body is dropped. The angle of the abrasions here point toward being hoisted up and off the ground. Yes, sir. I was thinking along the lines of Selina Kyle. She always brings her certain distraction into your life. But in order for o' Hara not to have used his hands to struggle, the noose would have had to contract quickly the moment it went over his head. Quickly enough that he probably blacked out before he strangled to death. I'm not even sure it was a rope. It may have been a cord of some sort. I found something like that in Scarecrow's cell at Arkham. Catwoman's bola has the tensile strength too. Unless we forget the trusty bat trope too. Gordon can't give me the same sort of access to the evidence room as before. This Janice Porter woman in the DA's office is proving she can be difficult. A world without Harvey Dent in it. I wish I could find him. I searched his home. An entirely different family lives there now. And yet I can't shake the feeling that Harvey is part of this somehow. But I was wrong about him being Holiday. And I can't afford to be wrong again. There's nothing wrong with being wrong, sir. Even I'm not infallible on the occasion. Batman can't be. I never discussed this with you, Alfred. But I was nearly ready to tell Harvey just before his accident. Tell him what, sir? The truth. About who I was, about my parents. All of it. He would have been the only one other than you to know then. Given how things turned out. Aren't we glad that you didn't? Maybe, Alfred. Or maybe if I had told him, Harvey wouldn't have pushed himself so hard. He might have trusted me more. If I had trusted him. On Halloween night, Harvey Dent escaped or was kidnapped from Arkham Asylum. Gone without a trace. For decades, the Gotham City crime cartel was ruled by the Falcone family. Carmine the Roman. Falcone being the last true crime lord. Until Harvey Dent sent him to his grave. A grave that has now been disturbed. I don't appreciate being summoned out here in the dead of night. Falcone.
