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‘ad fh rte N S = f\ mS ih) el Kg ‘oi ‘ Pe, > ZS SS ae 2 i” SOR en pty” XB ESNVOCRE SCAPULLD CLAP ne) INN.” SPLASCENCIA MANTA 0h (Stel \\2 ! Gi AS E 3 a Art by Tony S. Daniel / Colors by Tomeu Morey ALL RIGHT. MORE THAN ROUGH. IT'S A GRADE-A TURDBURGER NONE OF US SAW. AT THE DRIVE-THROUGH AND OUT COMES YOUR JUICY HALF-POUNDER ON ONE OF THEM NIIICE FRENCH BUNS, CURLY FRIES TOO, AND YOU TAKE A BITE AND WHAM! AND YOUR FRIES? KABLAM! HEH. WELL LOOK AT THIS. AND THE GUY INSIDE? HE'S SMILING, SAYING NO REFUNDS. SO HERE WE ARE, NO WARNING, NO REASON. IN A NEW WORLD... OF TURDS. NOW MAYBE I AM \ "SEEING THINGS” OUT THERE. BUT WHAT I SEE ARE... «--AND WE'RE GOING TO HAVE SOME *&#7Z5 FUN DOING IT. SERGEANT, THE A/T YOU TOOK, YOU'RE SEE/NG THINGS. LET'S MOVE! WE'RE LOSING GR-- KEEP YOUR TRUNKS ON, FLYBOY. WE GOTTA BE STRAIGHT WITH THEM. LET ‘EM KNOW WHAT THEY'RE GETTING INTO. TRUTH IS, IT'S ROUGH OUT THERE. SO YOU LISTEN TO UNCLE ROCK. PUT YOUR CAR IN PARK, TAKE THAT HOT, STEAMING TURDBURGER... Ds .-AND SHOVE /T DOWN THAT Guy's THROAT! WHY? TO SHOW HIM--SHOW ‘EM ALL-- WE'RE STILL HERE, WE'RE FIGHTING BACK... PLA _ LETTERS - TOM "Ii. NICE GUY” NAPOLITANO eS COVER BY GEG € CarULLO, JONATHAN GLATION & FCO FLASCENCIA = : MIANT COVER BY DAVID "HIGHWAY STAR” FINCH = a GSTEVE "SEEK & DESTROY” FIRCHOW T COVER BY FRANCESCO "ELECTRIC EYE” MATTINA ee: VARIANT COVER BY STANLEY "ARTGERM AKA THE TROOPER” LAU ye VARIA T COVER BY DOUG "BREARIN' THE LAW" MAHNHE re 3 & DAVID "FAST AS A SHARK" BAR é< we ARTOGRAEHER JARED "VICTIM OF CHANGES” BLAN ; PUBLICATION DESIGN - DAIRAN "KILLED BY DEATH” HOBINSON f 'y ASSOCIATE EDITOR - ANDHEW * "CRAZY TRAIN” MARINO _ EDITO - MARIE "MASTER OF PUPPETS” JAVINS _SUTERIAN CREATED BY JERRY SIEGEL AND JOE SHUSTER we aBhe 2S HEH. T DIDN'T KNOW THERE WERE VILLAINS LEFT IN THE WORLD ABOVE TO IMPRISON HERE, SWAMP THING. y YOU'RE IN A MOOD, ALEC. WHO IS HE BRINGING? WHAT PRISONER NEEDS \ THAT KIND OF PROTECTION? ALL RIGHT THEN, LET'S . BE SEEN. —- Oy TT PE66T! WONDER WARDEN! I THINK YOURE DOING A PANG-UP JOB, MAAM! DON'T LET THEM GET UNDER Y YOUR SKIN, DIANA. YOU ARE SAVING THEM, AND MANY MORE THAN THEM, BY PLAYING THIS PART. THINK OF YOUR SISTERS... _— wh ~o I THINK ABOUT THEM EVERY DAY. AND MY FRIENDS. AND ALL THE GOOD PEOPLE WHO SIDED WITH US. NOW BOUND TO THOSE ANTENNAE. 7 THEY'RE AL¢ I THINK OF TO GET ME THROUGH THIS NIGHTMARE. BUT UNTIL WE HAVE SOME WAY OF SAVING THEM-- THESE? YOU KNOW THAT SYMBOL IS FORBIDDEN TO ANY SAVE HIS DARK KN/GHTS. IF THEY CATCH You, THEY'LL MAKE US THROW YOU IN THE PITS. THE WokLD UP THERE |S RULED DOWN HERE REALLY 16 PARADISE DIANA. YOu TOOK YOUR HH. THE /INV/IS/BLE JET. GOOD...GOON THESE 1 =MISCREANTS WON'T EVEN \| SEE THE CHAINS THAT BIND THEM. WELL DONE. YOU SERVE OUR MASTER WELL. OH, THIS ONE VY ISN'T GOING IN A CELL. OPEN \ tHe PTs. J THE PITS? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ASKING ME TO LOCK up? SPEAK OF MY SISTERS AGAIN, REPTILE... REPTILE? I'M BATMAN, SAME AS THE OTHERS. ON MY WORLD-- BRUCE UPLOADED HIS CONSCIOUSNESS INTO THE ROBOT DINOSAUR IN THE LAST MOMENTS BEFORE THE CAVE COLLAPSED ON HIM AND SO ON. I'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE. DOESN'T MAKE YOU, BATMAN. I WAS BUSY DISPOSING OF MY OLD JET, ON YOUR MASTER'S ORDERS...AND I WOULDN'T WANT TO INSULT YOU BY NOT DRESSING IN THE FULL REGALIA. ALMOST OUT OF CELLS. I DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU EXPECT ME TO PUT THIS NEW ONE... y DOESN'T MATTER. OR IT'LL BE YOUR SISTERS 2 SCREAMING IN THE PITS. CAN THEY'RE YOU THROW BATARANGS WITH THOSE TINY ARMS? ONIT. PROPORTIONAL, WHAT AND T...IAM I CANDO WORKING An. IS EAT YOU RIGHT. CAN wiolel YOU DRIVE A : BATMOBIL-- LORD HAS CALLED HIS JUSTICE LEAGUE TO HIS SIDE, ALONG WITH THEIR HANDLERS. WE MEET BY CASTLE BAT. WILL JOIN THEM. THE TARTARUS PITS ARE EXCELLENT. BATMEN...TAKE HIM DOWN. COME NOW, NO DIANA. WE DON'T WANT TO LEAVE OUR | MASTER WAITING, DO WE? IT CAN'T BE... YOU'RE-- WHEN T WAS A BOY, T LOVED COMING To THIF FIELD. LT TRIED OUT MY FIRST BAT RIGHT THERE, UNDER THE OAK. T LEARNED TO RIVE A BIKE ON THE PATH JUST BEHIND YOU. ONE DAY, T ASKED MY FATHER WHY WE CAME HERE 90 OFTEN, WHEN THERE WAS ALL THE OPEN LAN? AROUND OUR HOUSE. MY FATHER, HE TOL? ME THIG WASN'T JUST A PARK, BUT ALGO A GRAVEYARD. THE ZITE OF A GREAT BATTLE MORE THAN TWO AND A HALF CENTURIES EARLIER, DURING THE KEVOLUTIONARY WAR. SEE, THE BRITIGH HAD TRIED To CRUSH THE REBEL SPIRIT OF GOTHAM CITY BUT ALL THESE FREEVOM FIGHTERS WOULDN'T GIVE IN. INSTEAD THEY HIP OUT IN THE TUNNELS AND CAVERNS, FIGHTING AT NIGHT, FROM THE SHADOWS. THEY’? BEAT DRUMS IN THE PARK TO ZPOOK THE BRITIGH BEFORE ATTACKING. ZOME EVEN CALLED THEMSELVES THE DEAD BATA. EVENTUALLY THE BRITIGH LIT THE TwNeLs | ON FIRE ANZ KILLED THEM ALL. LEFT THEM IN SHALLOW GRAVES, HERE BENEATH THIS FIELD. THEY CALLED THEM DEADBEATS IN THE CROWN PAPERS. DRUNG THAT WENT ZILENT. IT SCARED ME, HEARING THIF, ALL THOSE VEAV PEOPLE RIGHT BENEATH THE GROUND. BUT MY FATHER, HE GESTURED To THE SUNLIT FIELD AND FLOWERS AND CHILDREN PLAYING ANZ HE TOLD ME, WE PO IT TO HONOR THE VEAP. THEY SUFFERED AND DIED IN THE DARK TO MAKE THI FIELD WHAT IT 19 NOW. “LOOK AROUND, FON,” MY FATHER SAID. “ALL OF IT 19 A TESTAMENT TO THOSE WHO FELL, ANZ WHO WILL EWEK FALL, FIGHTING FOR GOOD.” T CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER WHAT THOSE DEAV BATS WOULD THINK...