Actually, this is all just a bad.

You're at home in bed, heavily sedated, resting comfortably, dying from the costs indigenes you've personally spewed in a lifetime of profiteering.

Tragic irony off poetic justice.

You tell me.

Oh, my God.

So our visit may see you and I have something in common.

We're both received his monsters.

But somehow you're a well respected monster.

And I am to date, not frankly, I feel that's a bum rap.

I'm a businessman.

Tough?

Yes, true.

Okay, but that does not make me a month.

Don't embarrass yourself, Max.

I know all about you.

What you hide.

I discover what you put in your toilet.

I place on my mantle.

Get the picture.

What?

Is that supposed to hypnotize me?

No.

Just give you a splitting headache.

It's not working.

Bye, baby.

Just blanks when I go through all the troubles and I just kill you.

No, Max, I have an entirely other purpose.

I'm ready, Max.

I've been down here too wrong.

It's time for me to ascend to re emerge with your help.

You know how you're savvy.

I wasn't born in the soy.

You know, I come from not you.

And like you, I want some respect, a recognition of my basic humanity.

But most of all, I want to find out who I am by finding my parents learning my human name.

Simple stuff that the good people of Gotham take for granted.

And exactly why I'm gonna help you.

Let's start.

Wait a batch of toxic waste from your clean textile plant.

And there's a whole lagoon.

It is cried in the back that could've come from anywhere.

What about the documents that prove you won't have the fire traps in Gotham City?

If there were such documents, that's not in mission.

I would have seen what they were shredded.

A good idea, a lot of tape and a little patience make all the difference.

By the way, how's Fred Atkins?

Your old park friends?

Friends?

Actually, I believe he's on extended vacation.

Good.

I am actually remember me.

I'm Fred's on.

And you want to greet any other body parts?

Remember?

Max, you flush it.

I flaunted.

You know what, Mr Penguin?

Sir, I think perhaps I could help orchestrate a little welcome home scenario.

Once we're both back home.

Perhaps we could help each other.

You won't regret this, Mr Frank.