Uh, hi, Blade.
Billy something, right?
Willie. Willie Watt. I'm in your robotics class.
Ugh. Biogenic interfacing. I'll never get it.
Well, maybe I can help. Like, tutor you or something.
- Tutor me? - Yeah. I'm the—
Hey, Blade. Schway outfit.
It'd go great with my car.
- Don't you think? - It might.
Blade, about that tutoring thing.
Tutoring? Does this mean you're gonna start
doing homework now, too?
- I never said that. - Good.
- Then let's go for a ride. - Right now? Just like that?
- I'm a spur of the moment guy. - But I like a little warning.
Okay, then. Saturday night.
The dance at the pier.
I'll think about it.
But I might have other commitments.
How about a ride home?
She said she didn't want a ride.
Wasn't talking to you, twip.
Now look what you did. You almost scratched it.
Lay of him, Nash.
Don't you have anything better to do?
You think, I'm afraid of you, McGinnis?
I don't know. Are you?
He's not worth it.
But you are, McGinnis. Someday.
You okay?
Move those sluice beams to the first storey.
And watch your port! Keep that Golem steady!
- You hear me? - I copy, Frank. I copy.
Yeah, that's it. Keep her steady.
So what are you gonna do to the guy who did that?
No wonder they walk all over you.
I told you, Willie, someone pushes, you push back.
Yeah, like that'll work.
You listen to me. I'm not raising no wuss.
Will you keep it straight?
I want you to take care of this, Willie.
You hear?
- How am I supposed to do that? - Hit him where it hurts!
You figure it out.
This camouflage option really soars.
No one's noticed you yet?
No one. Whoa!
Just when the game was getting good.
- Whoa! - Where did he come from?
I'm telling you, the Golem was right there
before I took my break.
- Golem? - Galvanic lifter machine.
GLM. Golem.
It's a robot, two stories tall, 13 tons,
and this jerk loses it!
Hey! Hey! That's enough of that!
If this Golem thing is as big as you say,
they couldn't have taken it too far.
I'm sick of the mall. How about a ride?
You like that car more than me.
Who's talking about cars?
Jeez!
Wait!
Hit him where it hurts.
No, not the car!
Leave us alone!
Gotcha now, stupid little bat.
My hero.
The Golem's control halo was found on the rooftop. Fused.
Any chance they found the head that went with it?
No such luck.
The Golem went straight for that car.
Belongs to Nelson Nash. He goes to Hill High.
Know anyone who might have a grudge against him?
The line starts with me and goes around the block. Twice.
The Golem is now in Police impound
awaiting a full investigation.
And while it sits there, I can't finish the building.
Just another example of technology gone ba-ba-ba...
Bad.
When I get my hands on the jerk who stole that Golem,
I'm gonna make him sorry he was ever born.
- Maybe he already is. - What was that?
Nothing.
Come on, baby. You know I care about you.
I thought you were right behind me.
I was. By about a hundred feet.
Big brave Nelson!
I might as well go to the dance with a twip like Willie Watt.
Willie?
Are you busy Saturday night?
You... You talking about the dance?
- Wanna go or not? - Uh, yeah.
Great, call me.
Think I'm gonna let some twip take my girl?
Relax. You're saved.
For now.
Hey, Willie. You all right?
Yeah, I'm great.
Just great.
I know you're there. Getting closer.
I can feel you.
Hey, schoolboy, where's your hallway pass?
Didn't nobody ever tell you not to come to Joker territory
without some kinda tribute?
I got something for you.
A joke.
All right, then. Make me laugh.
What's two storeys tall and eats Jokerz?
- What? - Him.
You're not laughing.
Let's get out of here. Let's go, let's go.
- Let's go! - Move out! Move out!
I knew you'd come. It's like you're part of me now.
This is so slammin'. I have you, I have Blade.
From now on, everything's going to be different.
I'm glad Mr. Wayne gave you the night off.
This wouldn't have been as much fun without you.
- You would've come alone? - Hey, I got a life too, y'know.
- Willie! - Yes?
- Your hand. - Oh, sorry.
She's so stupid.
- Would you like some punch? - Whatever.
Okay. I'll be right back.
- Take your time. - Hey, Blade.
Nice corsage, or is it jungle camouflage?
Knock it off, Rhino.
Can't you see how miserable she is?
Like you care.
I do, really.
I can't tell you how sorry I am for acting the way I did.
Give me another chance, baby.
- You won't be sorry. - I would, but... Willie.
I'll take care of him. He'll understand.
Come on, Willie boy. We gotta talk.
You had your fun, now get real.
Blade's too hot for a twip like you.
Be smart and step aside.
No!
I'm trying to be generous here, Watt.
I don't need your generosity.
Yeah, you do.
- Oh, no. - Sorry, I—
Oh, it wasn't that. Look.
- It's Willie. - Wet Willie.
Someone should do something.
- Yeah? - The Golem's heading your way.
I hope you brought your suit.
What are you looking at, twip?
Come on, Willie. Terry and I will take you home.
I don't need your help.
I don't need anyone's help anymore.
- Nelson! - Let go!
- Thanks. - Don't mention it.
You should've stayed out of it, Batman.
Willie!
So you're doing this.
Stop it, right now.
Willie, what are you doing?
Who's the wuss now, Dad?
How are you doing this?
With supreme satisfaction.
- But he's your father. - Not for long.
Ha!
Jump!
I can't swim!
Terrific.
No!
Come back.
Better go talk to him.
I have a feeling you won't be seeing him for a while.
Yeah, sure caused a lot of trouble.
Guess that means he ain't no wuss anymore.
And the Golem has been completely dismantled.
As for the young thief, he's been sentenced to three years
in a county juvenile facility.
Change the channel, twip. I wanna watch wrestling.
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