Legal disclaimer: I do not own Batman, although I dearly wish I did, because then there would have been no Batman Forever and Batman and Robin. I also do not own any characters contained therein, no matter what their introduction into the mythos of the Dark Knight is. I do, however, own the few characters that I have managed to actually come up with myself. If you want to use a particular character, ask me if I own them; odds are I won't, but there's always that slim chance.
Notes about this fanfic: This fanfic of The Batman starts after the episode "The Laughing Cats" and continues from after that, ignoring the actual series. This isn't because I don't like those episodes, but I haven't seen them, and would feel uncomfortable referencing them without actual knowledge. I will introduce a lot of characters in this, mostly creations of Bob Kane, Paul Dini, Bruce Timm, or any of the others that have worked on Batman since his inception. I will also bring back several characters from the series that have been MIA for a while. Hope everyone enjoys.
It's all right, really. Just because it's dark don't mean that any of that garbage is true. Just keep your mind on the prize. These were the thoughts running through the head of Jonathon Cassidy as he walked through the hallways of the Gotham Museum of Natural History. A week ago, Cassidy had heard of the Egyptian exhibit being brought here, and the thought of that much money, in the form of ancient gold and jewels, had made his mouth water. Now, he was inside the place, the night before the grand opening, and the place was his for the taking. Walking up to the first object he laid eyes on, a bracelet encrusted with rubies and diamonds, Cassidy casually picked it up and placed it in a knapsack he had brought in with him; having cut the power to the alarms earlier, he wasn't afraid of any of them being set off. And that was when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
"Who . . . who's there? Show yourself! I'm not afraid of you!"
This last was a complete lie, but Cassidy was hoping that whoever was walking around the room didn't know that. After a moment, the noises stopped. But before Cassidy could grab another item, they started up again. Cassidy, beginning to wonder if all of the nonsense about the exhibit being haunted was true, slid a gun out of his belt and walked into the main hall of the exhibit. There was nothing there but displays of ancient art, depictions of everyday life for the Egyptians, several empty display cases, and an opened sarcophagus. Nodding to himself, Cassidy turned to get back to his looting, and then stopped. Wait a minute. Empty display cases and an opened sarcophagus? Turning back, he found himself looking into a pair of glowing red eyes.
His scream of sheer terror split through the nighttime silence, and then died.
The Batman
I'll Be A Mummy's Uncle
"Sir, I hate to disturb your current activities, necessary as they are, however . . ."
Bruce Wayne, also known as the Batman, Gotham City's Dark Knight and sworn protector, turned his attention from the van racing away from him at top speed towards the video screen he had recently installed in the console of the vehicle that both he and the media at large had named the "Batmobile". On said screen, a balding man in a tuxedo stood, waiting for some form of acknowledgement. Removing the rest of his attention from the chase at hand, Batman gave him that acknowledgement.
"Alfred, this had better be important."
"Well, sir, I know that you have been trying to capture the band of ruffians that I can only assume you are chasing at the time, but it seems that a dead body has been discovered at the Gotham Museum of Natural History, and this particular body suits your line of work."
You might have to explain in a little bit more detail than that. And keep in mind that I've been trying to catch Zombie for about a month now. I don't want to lose this chance."
"It would seem, sir, that the body is in a rather advanced state of decomposition. At least, rather advanced for a body that has only been in the museum for a half-hour."
"Fine. I'll just let Zombie get away, all so that some hotshot cop gets to meet the Batman. Who's in charge of the investigation, anyway?"
"Another thing in this city that merits your special attention, sir. Namely, one Detective Ellen Yin."
Zombie's jaw dropped in disbelief as, against all odds, the Batmobile veered into one of the many alleys that spider-webbed the city. After a few seconds of shock, however, a thought raced through his still-uncomprehending brain. We've gotten away from the Batman. From the freaking Batman! Pumping his fist in the air, the skin-headed gang leader pulled his head back into the van that he and his two goons were using to transport the haul from tonight's apartment complex raid, just in time to see the smaller of the two in the back beginning to paw through the loot.
"Yo, Bird, take your hands out da bag 'fore I cut 'em off!"
As he said this, Zombie pulled one of the knives he carried out of his belt and brandished it evilly at his lackey. Bird, so named for the trained falcon that he claimed he had stolen from the Penguin, slid his hands slowly out of the loot bag. His cousin, the massive brute known as Trogg, had a different reaction to the threat.
"You leave cousin alone! He only getting his share!"
"Seriously, cuz, cool it. You don' wanna mess widda bossman."
"See, dat's why I oughta dump da two a' ya and get me some really thugs, like dem twins da Penguin's got, or dat sweet pair a' chicas dat jus' set up shop here in town, call demselves da Body Doubles. Dey can double wid my body anytime dey want, and dey still got more spine than the both a y'all fools. Dey don' like how I be talkin', dey tells ya. You bums, you pathetic. You nothin' but a paira wanna-"
"Dude, dude!"
With the sound of shattering bones, Zombie's ride ran down what appeared to be an aged man that had stepped into the street. The body had hardly landed when the sound of more yelling, as well as that of punches being landed on bodies, erupted from the van. So involved in their fight was the trio that they never noticed the body standing up, nor that it then proceeded to brush itself off and walk away, seemingly in search of something.
Ellen Yin stared yet again at the body sitting in the middle of the Egyptian exhibit's main atrium, wondering how it got there, and especially in such a terrible condition. The only other people in the building, aside from several abashed security guards, were a portly gentleman with the traces of a sunburn still lingering on his face, and a short, wizened old Egyptian man, who was much calmer than his sun-burnt companion. Unfortunately, he was doing nothing to contain the more excitable man, who was in the middle of a rant at the moment.
"This is an outrage! An outrage, I tell you! No one would dare do this to me, William Omaha Mackleroy, were I in my home country! But here, I have to deal with vandals sneaking in and desecrating my mummy! Sorcerer-Pharaoh Tut-Ra-Shan was to be the centerpiece of the display, but look at him now! He is ruined!"
"Sir, I told you, we'll get to the bottom of this. Now, if you could just calm down-"
"Calm down!? CALM DOWN!?!?!? My exhibition is ruined! I'll have the head of whoever did this, I will! I'll-"
"Is there a problem, sir?"
The voice that asked the question was low and gravely, causing Mr. Mackleroy to stop yelling at once. Both he and Yin turned to see a tall man step out of the shadows. Clad in a dark grey bodysuit, with a black cape and cowl contrasting that, he seemed to simply appear out of nowhere more so than anything else. The Batman was a sight that few in Gotham City had seen, and with good reason. Yin herself would hardly have believed any of the stories herself, had she not been a key player in many of them; most of the costumed criminals that had recently surfaced in the city were in jail because of her previous alliance with the Dark Knight. Nodding to him, she gestured to the body on the floor; Batman liked to keep things strictly business.
"We don't know who he is, but he hasn't been here all that long, despite the looks. We figure, judging by the bracelet we found in his backpack, that he was after some of the treasures Professor Mackleroy brought with him from Egypt."
"You forget to mention, Detective, that the creature brought back here is cur-"
"Oh, not that bit about the 'curse' again! Bad enough that you keep pestering me about it since I arrived in Egypt, but to bring it up here as well? Really, old man, your brains must be boiled if you believe that rubbish!"
"He may have a point, you realize. We have a man in custody that could hypnotize-"
"A parlor-trick con man!? You offer that as prove of a supposedly ancient curse that can reanimate the dead!? I am insulted by you, woman. Purely insult-"
"You didn't notice these footprints, did you, Professor?"
The Egyptian man, Professor Mackleroy and Yin all turned to the sarcophagus, where Batman had been, unknown to them, inspecting the floor around it. The area he indicated was covered in spots with a fine dust, as well as some grains of what seemed to be sand. Batman spent a few more seconds investigating, and then stood up.
"That's not your mummy, Professor. Now, old man there, tell me about this curse of yours."
"Very well. In the ancient days of Egypt's glory, Tut-Ra-Shan was a mighty pharaoh. When he spoke, kings of far-off nations listened, and obeyed. He was master of the lands you now know as the Arabian Peninsula, as well as more beyond. But he also had a dark secret. He had made a dark pact with the demon Neron in exchange for this power, as well as his sorcerous talents, and Neron was demanding his payment. When Tut-Ra-Shan tried to fulfill his bargain by summoning the monster into our world, he was stopped, so it is said, by a slave girl and a dark champion from far-off lands. Mummified alive for his evil acts, he swore that he would return once he was freed from his tomb. My ancestors, the bloodline of Teth-Adam himself, became guardians, appointed by the dark champion, to keep this from happening. As such, when I could not prevent him from being taken from his resting place, I followed him here, to stop him from rising. And at that, I have also failed."
Bowing his head, the old man finished. Batman and Yin both seemed to be pondering what the man said, but Professor Mackleroy immediately began another tirade.
"See how ridiculous this man is? Teth-Adam, indeed. Teth-Adam is a myth, I tell you, a myth. And the 'demon Neron'. Demons don't even exist! When word of this fiasco gets aroun-"
It was just them that Professor Mackleroy noticed that there was no one else in the room with him. Glancing around quickly in shock, he turned away and walked off, slowly shaking his head.
Outside of the museum, Yin and Batman were searching the area for clues. Yin soon pointed out a strip of cloth lying on the ground; it looked rather old, and seemed to be ready to dissolve at the slightest pressure. Both stared at it for a minute, and then Yin shook her head.
"After everything I've seen since I came here, this has to be the weirdest. I mean, a psychotic clown I can deal with. An obese kid that never grew up, I can deal with. Even a guy that can twist himself into a pretzel, but a mummy? It's just too far-fetched."
"Just hope that he's a mindless zombie. I've fought dead things before, and let me assure you, when they can think, they're scary."
"So, what we gonna do now?"
This question, asked by Trogg, sent Zombie into a fury. Spinning on his heel, he threw the back of his fist into the larger thug's face, following that up with a vicious right hook which sent Trogg reeling. As Bird rushed to help his cousin, Zombie tried to mentally answer the question, and failed. Shortly after hitting the man with the van, the trio had gotten into another chase, this with the police. Forced to abandon the van, as well as their haul for the night, they were in a sorry state indeed. Before he could go any further with this train of thought, however, a new person that stepped out of the shadows interrupted.
"You there, thief. Attend me."
"Say what? I know you wasn't talkin' ta me, ya freakin'-"
The rest of Zombie's retort was cut off by the strands of some mysterious substance that wrapped around his body and face, gagging him. Trying to shout or break free, whichever came first, he watched as the man stepped into the light of the nearly-full moon. What he saw horrified him. A cadaverously thin thing (for that was the only way to describe it) stood there, humanoid in appearance, wrapped in bandages like a mummy. On its head was a gold headdress, in the style of the pharaohs of old, while on the forearms were a pair of gold bracelets that extended from wrist to elbow. A golden collar hung around its' neck, drooping onto the chest, and it held a gold scepter with the head of a jackal on one end in its right hand. It strode forward, and then spoke again.
"Thieves, all of you. Tomorrow night, the full moon will rise, and I will perform a ceremony as old as time itself. If you aid me, the rewards will be great, vast amounts of wealth you could not imagine."
Zombie had finally managed to get his mouth free.
"Wealth, you say? Sir, you have yourself some hired hands. What can we do ya for?"
The thing seemed to smile with its eyes, and Zombie felt a shudder run down his back as he realized that what he had just gotten himself into was bigger than jewel heists and car chases.
"Accept my gifts, thieves, and do my bidding with them."
The next night, Detective Yin looked down at the crowd gathered for the grand opening of the new exhibit at the Gotham Museum. Professor Mackleroy had insisted that the police assign some of their best to guard the artifacts from further theft, and she had been one of those handpicked for that group. As of right now, she and most of the others there were squeezed into the upper levels, with a few plainclothes officers mingling with the black tie crowd. She shook her head. Some people just don't understand the criminal mind, she thought.
And that was when all Hell broke loose.
Bruce Wayne checked his watch, and wondered, not for the first time that night, if he could possibly sneak out while everyone else was staring at the priceless artifacts. Batman would be the better choice for watching this place for thieves. He had already noticed the police stationed in the upper gallery, and shook his head. Some people just don't understand the criminals in this city, he thought.
Just as he finished that thought, the doors blew open. The cause was an extremely ugly Neanderthal-looking person, whose fist was pulled back for another strike. Clearly confused by his own strength, the creature lumbered in, followed by another monster, this one in the shape of a man with a hawk's head, and wings sprouting from the shoulder blades. It preceded what seemed to be an animate corpse holding a pair of very distinctive knives. In fact, Bruce recognized those knives, as they had, just the night before, tried to cut his stomach open. Zombie. But how did he get like this? As far as anyone knew, Zombie had no metahumanic abilities, and his appearance last night had been that of a normal, if overly tattooed, human. His answer came a second later, when an explosion of sand came over the stage, up in the rafters. The sand cleared to reveal . . .
"I AM TUT-RA-SHAN!!"
Most of the people stood still, staring in horror at what could only be Professor Mackleroy's lost mummy. Adorned in the jewelry that had been stolen last night, it stood on the rafters, staring down at the people below. Before the silence could stretch for too long, the mummy spoke again, this time not shouting.
"Behold, I am Tut-Ra-Shan, Sorcerer-Pharaoh of all Egypt, and lands beyond. 3,500 years ago, I was entombed alive, thought powerless. But now that I am free of the enchantments on my tomb, I may walk again. And walk I shall! My master, Neron, wishes for this plane to be his, and tonight, it will be! With the All-Seeing Eye of Horus within my scepter, no being can stop this ceremo-"
"It's Bruce freakin' Wayne! Tut, gimme a hand with this guy, wouldya?"
Tut-Ra-Shan and Bruce both turned, almost as one, to stare at Zombie, who had clearly recognized the latter without knowing how angry he would get the former. The mummy seemed to seethe with inner fury, and at that moment, one the policemen opened fire on him. Clearly annoyed, Tut raised a hand, unleashing a blast of wind and sand that knocked the officer into the wall. Turning back to Zombie, Tut-Ra-Shan glared in anger.
"Leave him, you insolent fool. We have more important things to worry about than-"
"C'mon, he's da richest guy in Gotham! We gotta grab him! I'll even let you decide the cu-"
At that, sand seemed to rip itself from Zombie, who melted back into his normal self. The sand flew into Tut-Ra-Shan's hand, and that was when Bruce realized it. They're enchanted, somehow. It makes them stronger, but monstrous at the same time. Grabbing Zombie, he wrestled the tattooed thief to the ground. While this was happening, Bird and Trogg made their moves, the former grabbing a diamond out of a display case and the latter grabbing Professor Mackleroy. Before anyone could make a move to stop them (although few of them would be willing to risk their necks against any of the mutated crooks), Bird and Trogg were gone. Tut-Ra-Shan crossed his hands across his chest and disappeared in a blast of sand.
"Alfred, run a search, now!"
Bruce, again in the cape and cowl of the Batman, was speeding through the streets in the Batmobile. Again. Trying to catch Bird and Trogg. Again. The chase wasn't going well, as Bird could at any moment raise himself to an altitude unreachable even by the sophisticated capture equipment that had been recently installed in the Batmobile, and Trogg was protected by Professor Mackleroy, whom he could use as a body shield against any weaponry fired on him, up to and including a full-on ramming. Disgusted, Batman almost didn't hear the question asked him.
"Sir, what should I search for?"
"Run checks on ancient mythology, particularly Egyptian, for any mention of the demon Neron. And hurry!"
"Very well, sir. And what, if I may ask, are you going to do in the meantime?"
"I'm going to get answers from the only person that has them. One way or another."
Yin ran her fingers through her hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. Zombie wasn't talking. Not only that, but at some point, unless she could prove, logically, that he had been involved in the robbery tonight, they were going to have to let him go. And since no judge would accept that such a thing as ancient mummies walking the Earth was possible, there was no chance of being able to hold him. Just then, her cell phone rang. Glancing at it, she was immediately intrigued. An unlisted number. I wonder who this could be? She answered, and heard a familiar voice.
"Detective. Has Zombie admitted to anything yet?"
"No. And aside from Commissioner Gordon, no one that wasn't at the museum wants to believe anything that we said. I think we're going to have to let him go, and I don't-"
"Do it."
"What!? After what he-"
"Just do it. And then meet me at the Bat-Signal in half-an-hour."
Half-an-hour later, Yin made her way up to the top of the building housing the Bat-Signal. She unlocked the door to the roof(she and Commissioner Gordon were the only two people on the force with keys) and walked out to see Batman dangling Zombie from the roof by his ankles. Zombie, obviously a master of self-preservatory techniques, was spilling his guts to the Dark Knight.
"He-he said we'd b-be rich. Wh-who could re-refuse dat? Wh-who, I ask ya? He m-made us t-take him ta dis hotel, scope it out, s-s-see if it would work f-for him. Then he t-t-told us tag-go home, get some sleep. When we woke up, we was like we was at da museum. I tell ya-"
"What hotel?"
"I d-don't-"
Batman loosened his grip, not enough for Zombie to drop, but certainly enough for him to slip a little.
"Da Plaza! It was da Plaza! Please don't drop me! Please!"
"Here's what you're going to do, Zombie. When I put you back on the roof, you're going to the nearest police station, and you're going to tell them everything you just told me. And then, you're going to get very comfortable in one of the holding cells there, because that's what your world is going to be like for a while."
"Anything, anything! Just don't drop me!"
With that, Batman hauled the tattooed gangster back onto the roof. Zombie fled for the stairs, clearly intent to do exactly what Batman had just told him to do. Yin watched him fly down the stairs, two and three at a time, and shook her head. If she had done that, she would be out of a job in seconds. But sometimes, those things were necessary. She looked at Batman, and decided to ask the question that had been bouncing around in her brain since Tut-Ra-Shan first appeared.
"Think you'll need backup?"
When he got down to the Batmobile, Batman noticed that there was a small pile of papers in the driver's seat; Alfred had gotten the information he needed, and had printed it out for easy reference. Getting in, he handed the papers to Yin.
"Go through these. See if there are any weaknesses or vulnerabilities listed."
"Don't you have a sidekick for this?"
"I haven't seen her all night. But she's connected, so I'm sure she's already trying to find me."
Most of the drive passed by in silence; Yin was busy looking for some useful piece of information, and Batman didn't want to disturb her. As they neared the Plaza, Yin made a noise in her throat. Batman looked at her sideways, as though to prompt her to speak.
"Well? Find anything?"
"Something, though it's not much use if Tut's already summoned him. The ritual needed to summon Neron is a pretty precise and complicated thing. If we can interrupt him before the human sacrifice – that's why he grabbed Mackleroy, I guess – then Neron can't break through into our world. Problem is, we're going to need to get through those two monsters he's got with him, plus any other nasties he might have called in to help out."
"Don't worry. Like you said, that's why I have a sidekick."
"You want me to what!? No way. If you go in, I want to go in too. You know, watch your back, and all."
"We need someone to distract Bird and Trogg, and that's something your good at."
"Hey!"
"We can't afford the luxury of waiting, Batgirl. Any minute, Tut-Ra-Shan will start the ceremony, and if we can't stop him, then Gotham becomes the throne for an evil greater than anything you've seen thus far. So just get Bird and Trogg out of the way, and let us handle the rest."
Mumbling under her breath, Batgirl stalked off, getting ready to lure the two mutates away from their guard post. Batman walked back to the Batmobile, and popped open a hatch in the side of the car. Inside were a few small objects that he had added to his arsenal after his experience with Dracula. Yin looked at them, puzzled.
"A thing of water and a bone? What are these going to do for us?"
"Just pick one. They go around the neck."
Shrugging, Yin took the small glass ball containing the water and put it around her neck. Batman did the same with the bone. Grabbing a few extra Batarangs, smoke bombs and other necessities, he grabbed Yin around the waist and shot a grappling hook into the air, letting it yank both of them up and away.
"Yah!"
Barbara Gordon, also known as Batgirl, sidekick to the Batman, screamed as Bird dove at her, slicing the line from which she was swinging. With that severed, she dropped into a Dumpster, emerging covered in old food wrappers, shredded clothes, and some things she'd rather not think about. Distract them. That's something you're good at. Next time, he does the distracting, and I kick the mastermind's butt. Flinging herself out of the Dumpster – she was going to have to wash her costume a few times to get the stink out – she adopted a stance that she had seen Batman in a few times.
"Give me your best shot, losers."
Bird and Trogg looked at each other, and then they laughed. Trogg hauled off and flung a punch that would have liquefied bone, were it to connect. At the last moment, Batgirl flipped out of the way, jumped, and used Trogg as a springboard, flinging herself over Bird and out into the street. Let's see how fast you two can run!
Batman and Yin crept through the empty hallways of the Plaza. The hotel wasn't open yet, so it would make the perfect place for Tut-Ra-Shan to hold his ceremony free of distractions. Despite the quiet, or perhaps because of it, Batman had a Batarang clutched in his left hand, and Yin had her gun drawn, although both of them doubted that either weapon would be of much use; after all, Tut-Ra-Shan was dead, and they had both seen him shrug off bullets at the museum. As they progressed to the roof(the printout had said that the open air was necessary for the ceremony), Batman heard a low chanting.
"He's starting. We need to get to the roof fast."
"Got another grappling hook?"
Tut-Ra-Shan stood, hands raised, on the roof of the nearly-completed hotel. The veil between worlds was thin here, oh so thin, and piercing it would be no problem at all. That was why he only needed one sacrifice – the fool that had freed him would do nicely – and could proceed without needing most of the beginning of the incantation. Reaching for the All-Seeing Eye of Horus, he placed it within his the mouth of the jackal on the head of his scepter. Raising his arms, he thought he could see the outline of Neron in the sky, ready to break free of his tormented plane of existence and wreak havoc on this one. As he brought his scepter swinging down to cut his gagged sacrifice open, however, something flew through his field of vision. His thrust was somehow thrown off, and his scepter stabbed half its' length into the roof. At that, Tut-Ra-Shan noticed that his left hand was missing; a quick glance behind him showed the reason for this. It was attached to a blade. And that blade was in the hands of-
"Stop this, Tut. You can't win without this."
The warrior from the last time! How had he survived all these years, and still in such perfect form? Tut-Ra-Shan chased the thought from his head. This could not, was not the warrior that had defeated him the last time. He felt his lips rise beneath the wrappings over his face. The fool had doomed himself with that attack.
"How soon you forget, warrior. I am a GOD!"
With that, he cast a spell of pure entropy from his severed hand. The force of the blast sent the appendage flying back to him, and he deftly caught it and reattached it to his wrist. When the remnants of the spell faded, he noticed that the warrior was still standing. But how . . . ?
"Holy relic, Tut. Your powers can't hurt me while I'm wearing it."
"Then let us remove it!"
Batman was amazed at the speed that the creature he was now mentally referring to as "King Tut" could move. Before he could even think to dodge, Tut was atop him, tearing at the saint's bone that was dangling around his neck. Batman tried to fight back, but what could he do. A smoke bomb would do nothing, and the creature was just too strong to grapple with. Before it could deliver the coup de grace, Yin spoke from behind them.
"Bet you can't get your boss here without this."
Both Tut and Batman looked to see Yin spinning the scepter deftly between her fingers. Tut let loose with a roar of outrage, diving for the scepter. Before Yin could do anything to stop him, he was on top of her, tearing the thing out of her fingers. With a roar of triumph, Tut raised the relic over his head, prepared to cut the wall between worlds and release a creature no living being could fathom. And that was when the idea came to Batman.
"Why bother?"
"What say you, warrior?"
"Why are you bothering to free Neron? Did he help you when your people overthrew you? No. In fact, wasn't he the reason they buried you alive? Think about it. You're dead, left with nothing but a mission from a being that cares only to rule for itself. You think there's going to be room enough for two of you when he comes through? No. In fact, you're weaker than you could be, all in trying to follow through with a fool's errand."
The mummy seemed to ponder this for a moment, and then grinned evilly with its' eyes.
"You are correct, warrior. Why should I bother with Neron? Why should I bother with sharing power with the fools of this time? I am Tut-Ra-Shan, and this world will belong to ME!!!"
Cackling, Tut raised the scepter, and that was when Neron did exactly what Batman had counted on him doing. Phantasmal face contorted in a grimace of sheer outrage, the demon bellowed. The sound did nothing to Batman and Yin, but Tut caught the full force of it, body dissolving under the onslaught. As he dissipated, though, Batman could hear his voice on the wind. It said, We will meet again, warrior. And your end will be as unpleasant as it will be long. As the sound of those words faded, so did Tut-Ra-Shan, until all that was left was a fine powder. On top of the largest pile of the powder was the diamond that he had stolen from the museum. Batman crossed the roof and picked it up.
"I should probably hold onto this. You know, in case he comes back for it."
"Agreed. Now, what do we do about the professor here?"
"Untie him, and then send some police units to Grant Street. They should find a gift there from Batgirl."
With that, Batman jumped from the edge of the roof. Triggering the electric currents in his cape, he glided down to the Batmobile, which he entered. The last Yin saw of him was a streak of exhaust as he sped away. Then, she turned to the professor. Someone had to untie him, after all.
Villain Bio: King Tut(first appearance – Batman(1966))
Buried alive after his failed attempt to conjure the demon Neron, Sorcerer-Pharaoh Tut-Ra-Shan awoke in a time of machine and madness. Deciding first to summon Neron again, Tut was dissuaded from this path by power madness, and was seemingly destroyed. However, he was thought dead once before.