[At home after hearing the Joker has escaped from Arkham, Commissioner Gordon cuts a newspaper clipping out for his Joker scrapbook]
Commissioner Gordon: I hate this. Whenever we jail him, I pray, "Please, God, just keep him there." And then when he escapes, it's "Please don't let him do something too awful this time." I hate it!
Barbara Gordon: [enters carrying a tray with two cups of hot chocolate] Dad, just once, could you leave your work at the office and RELAX? I made you some cocoa. [sets the tray on the coffee table]
Commissioner Gordon: Thanks... but tonight, I could use something a little stiffer.
Barbara Gordon: [smiles and walks over to the liquor cabinet] You know, I found that Catwoman scrapbook you couldn't. It was behind the wardrobe. [pours a glass] You really ought to let me work out a flying system for you, something like we use at the library.
Commissioner Gordon: Mm-hmm.... [sets the clipping inside his scrapbook]
Barbara Gordon: Oh, look, you've got paste squiging out. Don't get it on your pants.
Commissioner Gordon: Barbara, I swear, you're fussier than your mother was.
[A knock at the door; both look up]
Barbara Gordon: That must be Colleen. She's early. We're gonna work out. You'll have to entertain her while I get ready.
Commissioner Gordon: Heh, look at this one. The first time they met. [clipping reads "Bat-Garbed Vigilante Critically Injures Murderer; Disfigured Homicidal Maniac in Hospital"] He was just robbing banks then. You remember?
Barbara Gordon: What I remember is you describing his white face and green hair. I was just a kid. Scared the hell out of me.
Commissioner Gordon: I thought you'd be interested.
Barbara Gordon: Yeah, well, I had some really interesting nightmares.
[Barbara opens the door, finding herself face-to-face with the Joker himself, dressed like a tourist, camera around his neck - and a gun in his hand. He presses the gun to her abdomen and pulls the trigger, knocking her back across the room and crashing into the coffee table.]
Commissioner Gordon: Barbara! [Barbara writhes in pain, unable to move]
The Joker: I wouldn't worry yet if I were you. It's just a psychological manifestation common among librarians. She thinks she's a coffee table edition. Though I can't say much for this volume's condition; I mean, there's a hole in the jacket... and the spine appears to be damaged.
Commissioner Gordon: You scum! [grasps his scissors, as if to attack] I'll -- [Joker's men punch him out, and begin to rough him up]
The Joker: Will you? Refreshing to hear. Not by the book... [walks over to Barbara] Speaking of which, this one won't be walking off the shelf anytime soon. In fact, the idea of her walking anywhere seems remote. [kneels next to Barbara] But then, that's always a problem with softbacks. Oh, God, literary discussions can get so dry, can't they? Finish the Commish, and take him where he needs to be. And please, do be careful - after all, he is topping the bill!
[The Joker's men drag the unconscious Commissioner out; grinning, Joker turns back to Barbara]
The Joker: It really is a shame you'll miss your father's debut, Miss Gordon. [reaches down to open her shirt] Sadly, our venue wasn't built with the DISABLED in mind...
Barbara Gordon: [pained] Why... are you... doing this?
The Joker: To prove a point. [raises a glass] Here's to crime.
Commissioner Gordon: I hate this. Whenever we jail him, I pray, "Please, God, just keep him there." And then when he escapes, it's "Please don't let him do something too awful this time." I hate it!
Barbara Gordon: [enters carrying a tray with two cups of hot chocolate] Dad, just once, could you leave your work at the office and RELAX? I made you some cocoa. [sets the tray on the coffee table]
Commissioner Gordon: Thanks... but tonight, I could use something a little stiffer.
Barbara Gordon: [smiles and walks over to the liquor cabinet] You know, I found that Catwoman scrapbook you couldn't. It was behind the wardrobe. [pours a glass] You really ought to let me work out a flying system for you, something like we use at the library.
Commissioner Gordon: Mm-hmm.... [sets the clipping inside his scrapbook]
Barbara Gordon: Oh, look, you've got paste squiging out. Don't get it on your pants.
Commissioner Gordon: Barbara, I swear, you're fussier than your mother was.
[A knock at the door; both look up]
Barbara Gordon: That must be Colleen. She's early. We're gonna work out. You'll have to entertain her while I get ready.
Commissioner Gordon: Heh, look at this one. The first time they met. [clipping reads "Bat-Garbed Vigilante Critically Injures Murderer; Disfigured Homicidal Maniac in Hospital"] He was just robbing banks then. You remember?
Barbara Gordon: What I remember is you describing his white face and green hair. I was just a kid. Scared the hell out of me.
Commissioner Gordon: I thought you'd be interested.
Barbara Gordon: Yeah, well, I had some really interesting nightmares.
[Barbara opens the door, finding herself face-to-face with the Joker himself, dressed like a tourist, camera around his neck - and a gun in his hand. He presses the gun to her abdomen and pulls the trigger, knocking her back across the room and crashing into the coffee table.]
Commissioner Gordon: Barbara! [Barbara writhes in pain, unable to move]
The Joker: I wouldn't worry yet if I were you. It's just a psychological manifestation common among librarians. She thinks she's a coffee table edition. Though I can't say much for this volume's condition; I mean, there's a hole in the jacket... and the spine appears to be damaged.
Commissioner Gordon: You scum! [grasps his scissors, as if to attack] I'll -- [Joker's men punch him out, and begin to rough him up]
The Joker: Will you? Refreshing to hear. Not by the book... [walks over to Barbara] Speaking of which, this one won't be walking off the shelf anytime soon. In fact, the idea of her walking anywhere seems remote. [kneels next to Barbara] But then, that's always a problem with softbacks. Oh, God, literary discussions can get so dry, can't they? Finish the Commish, and take him where he needs to be. And please, do be careful - after all, he is topping the bill!
[The Joker's men drag the unconscious Commissioner out; grinning, Joker turns back to Barbara]
The Joker: It really is a shame you'll miss your father's debut, Miss Gordon. [reaches down to open her shirt] Sadly, our venue wasn't built with the DISABLED in mind...
Barbara Gordon: [pained] Why... are you... doing this?
The Joker: To prove a point. [raises a glass] Here's to crime.
[At home after hearing the Joker has escaped from Arkham, Commissioner Gordon cuts a newspaper clipping out for his Joker scrapbook]
Commissioner Gordon : I hate this. Whenever we jail him, I pray, "Please, God, just keep him there." And then when he escapes, it's "Please don't let him do something too awful this time." I hate it!
Barbara Gordon : [enters carrying a tray with two cups of hot chocolate] Dad, just once, could you leave your work at the office and RELAX? I made you some cocoa. [sets the tray on the coffee table]
Commissioner Gordon : Thanks... but tonight, I could use something a little stiffer.
Barbara Gordon : [smiles and walks over to the liquor cabinet] You know, I found that Catwoman scrapbook you couldn't. It was behind the wardrobe. [pours a glass] You really ought to let me work out a flying system for you, something like we use at the library.
Commissioner Gordon : Mm-hmm.... [sets the clipping inside his scrapbook]
Barbara Gordon : Oh, look, you've got paste squiging out. Don't get it on your pants.
Commissioner Gordon : Barbara, I swear, you're fussier than your mother was.
[A knock at the door; both look up]
Barbara Gordon : That must be Colleen. She's early. We're gonna work out. You'll have to entertain her while I get ready.
Commissioner Gordon : Heh, look at this one. The first time they met. [clipping reads "Bat-Garbed Vigilante Critically Injures Murderer; Disfigured Homicidal Maniac in Hospital"] He was just robbing banks then. You remember?
Barbara Gordon : What I remember is you describing his white face and green hair. I was just a kid. Scared the hell out of me.
Commissioner Gordon : I thought you'd be interested.
Barbara Gordon : Yeah, well, I had some really interesting nightmares.
[Barbara opens the door, finding herself face-to-face with the Joker himself, dressed like a tourist, camera around his neck - and a gun in his hand. He presses the gun to her abdomen and pulls the trigger, knocking her back across the room and crashing into the coffee table.]
Commissioner Gordon : Barbara! [Barbara writhes in pain, unable to move]
The Joker : I wouldn't worry yet if I were you. It's just a psychological manifestation common among librarians. She thinks she's a coffee table edition. Though I can't say much for this volume's condition; I mean, there's a hole in the jacket... and the spine appears to be damaged.
Commissioner Gordon : You scum! [grasps his scissors, as if to attack] I'll -- [Joker's men punch him out, and begin to rough him up]
The Joker : Will you? Refreshing to hear. Not by the book... [walks over to Barbara] Speaking of which, this one won't be walking off the shelf anytime soon. In fact, the idea of her walking anywhere seems remote. [kneels next to Barbara] But then, that's always a problem with softbacks. Oh, God, literary discussions can get so dry, can't they? Finish the Commish, and take him where he needs to be. And please, do be careful - after all, he is topping the bill!
[The Joker's men drag the unconscious Commissioner out; grinning, Joker turns back to Barbara]
The Joker : It really is a shame you'll miss your father's debut, Miss Gordon. [reaches down to open her shirt] Sadly, our venue wasn't built with the DISABLED in mind...
Barbara Gordon : [pained] Why... are you... doing this?
The Joker : To prove a point. [raises a glass] Here's to crime.
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