On the last episode, we saw:
Visitors from England.
Staying at Wayne Manor?
Is Batman's secret revealed?
You bet.
And the Riddler knows, too?
A kidnapping.
A rescue attempt. Success?
Failure.
For you, hours have passed. For our heroes, mere seconds.
The Riddler cackled evilly. Place these two intruders on the conveyor belt." He turned to Bruce. "You'll get to watch as I transform your friends into pages for a Riddle Book." He laughed again. "That's not at all funny, Riddler," Bruce said stiffly. "Tsk, tsk, Batman. You have no sense of humour. I bet Mrs. Peel here would find it funny." "I don't bet." Mrs. Peel had woken up. "Of course you don't, pretty lady," the Riddler said softly, staring down at her. He smiled. "this will be my greatest criminal coup ever. Revealing Batman's and Robin's true identities to the world and ending their career as secret ace crime fighters." Mrs. Peel looked at Steed. He nodded, instantly guessing her plan. "Why is that exactly? I never understood." She smiled at him, massaging his ego. The Riddler smiled, and eased his fram down so that his mouth was right next to her ear. "You see, now that I know that Batman is Bruce Wayne, I can go after anyone he's close to at the time, and use it against him." The Riddler droned on and on, and while he was distracted, Bruce managed to free his hand from the leather strap binding it to the electric chair. He then freed himself and Dick, and noticed that Steed had freed himself as well. The henchmen hadn't noticed this at all. They were all listening, entranced, to the Riddler. "Your criminal career is over, Riddler!" Bruce shouted as the Riddler looked up. "Get them boys! Get them, or it's curtains!" He pushed the henchmen towards Bruce, Dick, and Steed. Bruce punched one in the face.
POW!
Steed back-handed another
WHAP!
Robin punched a third.
KAZOW!
Two men raced up to Robin, each pinning an arm behind his back. Robin struggled valiantly, but it was no use. He was no match for them. They lifted him up, and carried him through the side door, before he could yell for help. Another henchman hoisted Mrs. Peel over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes, and following Riddler, ran through the same door. Meanwhile, the fight was winding down.
WHAM!
Steed slammed the last man into the wall, rendering him unconscious. "Dick!?" Bruce shouted, looking around. "Mrs. Peel!?!?" The room was empty, except for a half-dozen or so unconscious thugs, Bruce, and Steed. Steed looked utterly stricken. "They've taken Mrs. Peel," he whispered. "What shall we do now?" "Go to the bat-cave," Bruce answered. "There's a homing device located in all of Robin's utility belts. If we're lucky, Mrs. Peel has managed to find it, and turn it on." "And if we're not lucky," Steed angrily questioned. "Then we wait for the Riddler to contact us. He always does. You'll have to drive the bat-mobile, Mr. Steed." Steed nodded, sighed and began walking to the bat-mobile. "I'll get the Riddler if it's the last thing I do," Steed thought to himself. "The Riddler will pay for this," Bruce thought to himself, before following Steed out the door.
Visitors from England.
Staying at Wayne Manor?
Is Batman's secret revealed?
You bet.
And the Riddler knows, too?
A kidnapping.
A rescue attempt. Success?
Failure.
For you, hours have passed. For our heroes, mere seconds.
The Riddler cackled evilly. Place these two intruders on the conveyor belt." He turned to Bruce. "You'll get to watch as I transform your friends into pages for a Riddle Book." He laughed again. "That's not at all funny, Riddler," Bruce said stiffly. "Tsk, tsk, Batman. You have no sense of humour. I bet Mrs. Peel here would find it funny." "I don't bet." Mrs. Peel had woken up. "Of course you don't, pretty lady," the Riddler said softly, staring down at her. He smiled. "this will be my greatest criminal coup ever. Revealing Batman's and Robin's true identities to the world and ending their career as secret ace crime fighters." Mrs. Peel looked at Steed. He nodded, instantly guessing her plan. "Why is that exactly? I never understood." She smiled at him, massaging his ego. The Riddler smiled, and eased his fram down so that his mouth was right next to her ear. "You see, now that I know that Batman is Bruce Wayne, I can go after anyone he's close to at the time, and use it against him." The Riddler droned on and on, and while he was distracted, Bruce managed to free his hand from the leather strap binding it to the electric chair. He then freed himself and Dick, and noticed that Steed had freed himself as well. The henchmen hadn't noticed this at all. They were all listening, entranced, to the Riddler. "Your criminal career is over, Riddler!" Bruce shouted as the Riddler looked up. "Get them boys! Get them, or it's curtains!" He pushed the henchmen towards Bruce, Dick, and Steed. Bruce punched one in the face.
POW!
Steed back-handed another
WHAP!
Robin punched a third.
KAZOW!
Two men raced up to Robin, each pinning an arm behind his back. Robin struggled valiantly, but it was no use. He was no match for them. They lifted him up, and carried him through the side door, before he could yell for help. Another henchman hoisted Mrs. Peel over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes, and following Riddler, ran through the same door. Meanwhile, the fight was winding down.
WHAM!
Steed slammed the last man into the wall, rendering him unconscious. "Dick!?" Bruce shouted, looking around. "Mrs. Peel!?!?" The room was empty, except for a half-dozen or so unconscious thugs, Bruce, and Steed. Steed looked utterly stricken. "They've taken Mrs. Peel," he whispered. "What shall we do now?" "Go to the bat-cave," Bruce answered. "There's a homing device located in all of Robin's utility belts. If we're lucky, Mrs. Peel has managed to find it, and turn it on." "And if we're not lucky," Steed angrily questioned. "Then we wait for the Riddler to contact us. He always does. You'll have to drive the bat-mobile, Mr. Steed." Steed nodded, sighed and began walking to the bat-mobile. "I'll get the Riddler if it's the last thing I do," Steed thought to himself. "The Riddler will pay for this," Bruce thought to himself, before following Steed out the door.