The Outsiders are traveling in a Winnebago. Nightwing is
grousing about how when Ollie offered to sponsor the team, this isn’t exactly
what he envisioned. Ollie gives a variation of the Schindler speech, that he wishes
he could spend extravagantly on the team, but he looks at the cost of
retrofitting a spy plane, or even economy class plane tickets, and compares
that to spending the money to vaccinate the poor in underdeveloped countries…
he says it took him a long time to get his priorities straight, but he’s not
about to go back to being profligate Ollie again, and ribs Nightwing that they
could always ask for funding from his father, which gets Dick to stop
smiling, for a moment.
It doesn’t last, as Dick’s good nature is one of his
defining traits. He also takes a moment to rib Oliver about looking forward to
seeing Black Canary again. Ollie admits she’s easy enough on the eyes, but we
see how he really thinks of her, as we zoom into his eye, and see in
soft focus, her punching bad guys and otherwise being effortlessly bad ass
while beautiful. We zoom out, to see an oncoming semi, with Nightwing grabbing
the wheel and swerving them out of the way. Dick offers to take a turn at the
wheel, and Ollie and stands up, leaving the Winnebago coasting as Dick dives
into the seat.
They arrive on the strip, and Dick asks where they’re
staying. Oliver tells him to keep going. They drive past the strip. Past the
casinos off the strip. They’re in a fleabag motel, with an overly boisterous neon
sign declaring it the “Above Reproach Motel,” with “above”
and “rep” entirely unlit. Black Lightning gets out and says that
seems about right as they unpack. Arrow tells them that he rented out the
entire hotel, so they have the run of the place- that Dick had emphasized to
him that they needed space and privacy to plan out their caper.
“I also asked him to stop calling it a caper. But it’s
been a long drive, everybody. I suggest you get some shut eye. We’ll have a
briefing at 6:30.”
Huntress gives him crap about the late start. “I though
all of you bat boys were up all night.”
“I probably will be. I was hoping you and I could get
in some reconnaisance.”
“Is that what the kids are calling it?” At first
it seems like witty reparte, but she’s actually asking (awkwardly and adorably).
“It’s been a while since anybody accused me of being a
bat boy.”
“No one wears that much leather without being a bat
boy.”
“I legitimately don’t know if we’re confused or
flirting.”
“That’s where I live,” she says, and he
stares at her a moment, before laughing.
“You had me going.” She’s confused by that. But
she likes the attention, and that he’s confident enough to push past her awkwardness.
Plus, she really likes patrolling.
“Wait,” she says. “Are we actually
patrolling, or sneaking off to have sex… I just want to make sure I wear the
right top.” He laughs, and they walk off screen.
We cut to Black Lightning, poking at Lo Mein noodles in a
takeout container, sitting on the hotel couch, while talking on his cell. He
zaps the TV to change channels. He’s talking to his significant other,
concerned that the rest of the team are screwing off in Vegas, and he’s trying
to decide between Lifetime movies. She tells him either he can zap his ass
home, or they can watch a movie together. He tells her someone has to be an
example to all these kids, show them how to act like a professional.
We cut to Canary and Arrow kissing, passionately, slamming
against the inside of the door to her dressing room. “Not that I’m
complaining, but what happened to waiting?” he asks.
“Oh, you’re still waiting,” she says, and pushes
him against the door, “I just want your attention focused on what you’re
waiting for.”
“Might have to change my name to Blue Arrow, you keep
this up.”
“Ooh, Black Canary and Blue Arrow, I like that
alliteration; and there’s the double-meaning of leaving the bad guys black and
blue.”
“That is pretty good, but I’d have to sew a
whole new set of tights.”
“I’m worth it.”
“Plus those Blue Beetles are very proprietary about
their color- and quite litigious.”
“Tell me about it,” Ray Palmer appears, growing
from a place sitting on Canary’s counter.
“Dad,” Canary says, snatching flowers from him and
throwing them on the counter, “we talked about this: boundaries.”
“I didn’t mean to walk in on a Cinemax movie. I was
trying to do one of my, ‘Hey, where did he come from?’ entrances.”
“Yeah, and when you pulled that on me, you got yourself
a brand new set of tinitis. You’re just lucky he didn’t have his bow or he
might have… bowed you.”
“Et tu, Canary?” Green Arrow asks.
“Et me,” she says. “But at least you learned
to throw a proper punch, so there’s still hope for you.”
“Had a hell of a teacher.” She gives him a peck.
“Who knows a thing or two about motivation.”
“You’re punishing me, aren’t you?” Ray asks.
“Pretending you’re not here- because you shouldn’t
be,” she says.
“It’s about, your mother.”
“Crap,” Green Arrow says.
“I thought the trail went cold in Gotham,” Canary
says, spinning to face him.
“It had. Or rather… it didn’t get cold, the
GCPD kept it on ice all these years. And that’s why I could find… this.”
He shows them an image on his phone of human tissue through a microscope,
subtly including a footprint.
“What am I looking at?” Green Arrow asks.
“A slide from Canary’s autopsy. This is the aftermath
of an aneurism. She was too good to just catch a bullet in some back alley. I
never believed… she was dead before she was shot. This proves it.”
“How?” Arrow asks.
He pinches and zooms in on it, to more specifically focus on
the footprint. “It’s a footprint. Given the size, and depth, it’s a
woman’s size 6, she weighs somewhere in the vicinity of 125 lbs. Either she was
the killer, or an eyewitness. Either way, the odds of someone standing in her
brain at the same time of a spontaneous aneurism in a healthy, middle-aged
woman… the odds are astronomical.”
“And what are the odds someone would kill my mother
with shrinking tech, dad?”
“Not good,” he admits. “Shrinking tech is
expensive to make, and mostly gets used by people on our side. I think I
was the only one, at the time, operating it.”
“And who had access to your tech?” Arrow asks.
“Anyone with access to the JSA headquarters. Or a
storehouse I kept in Jersey, in case that was ever compromised. I had some
personal storage for a stretch in the seventies, too, in Gotham.”
“But you’re here,” Canary says, “because
you’ve already run down those leads. So why are you here?”
“Because my tech runs on very specific isotopes.
Specific, and rare. There aren’t a lot of places to buy them. And the people
who supply them, there isn’t a one of them who doesn’t owe me a favor; I taught
some of them, helped the rest, in costume or out. And there’s one in Vegas, who
sold, just a day ago, to an older woman, fits the rough description, with some
allowance for passage of time.”
“Older enough?” Canary asks.
“She thinks so- presuming she’s well preserved.”
“How big a favor did she owe you?” Arrow asks.
“Pretty big. She put a radioactive isotope impurity we can
trace in the package.”
“I’m uncomfortable that this conversation began with a
package and is ending with one.” Arrow says.
“You’re just sad that the package we’re talking about
now isn’t yours,” Canary teases. “But we’ll come back to it,”
she says, grabbing her jacket.
“Don’t you have a show?” Arrows asks, pointing to
the star on her door.
“Not tonight. I only do an afternoon show today.”
They leave.
We do a little homage to the Batman origin, a wealthy
looking couple, woman in furs and pearls, man in a nice suit, with their young
son, cutting through an alley. A gunman steps out, threatening them. Nightwing
drops down on him like a ton of bricks, the gun clattering noisily to the
ground. Nightwing bows with a flourish, and assures the boy it’s all part of
the show. A second gunman steps out from behind a dumpster. A bolt pins him to
the brick wall, and Huntress lands, kicking him in the face; he remains pinned
to the wall by the bolt.
They climb to a rooftop. Huntress looks like she’s pouting.
“You okay?”
“You’re asking me? You were the one who nearly got shot
in the back.”
“I’ve learned that part of being a good partner is
trusting people to have your back. I knew you’d be there for me.” She’s
uncomfortable, physically if nothing else. “So I want you to know I’m here
for you, starting with asking if you’re okay.”
“I’m okay,” she says, half-heartedly, and through
it we see she’s disappointed.
So does Nightwing. “I know things didn’t happen with
Mandragora like you wanted. But taking him in alive, there are a lot of
families who are sleeping better tonight, maybe sleeping at all, because you
did the right thing.”
“You kind of made me,” she says, her disappointment on the
verge of pouting.
“Not what I meant. I know you were there, at the handoff,
when the Sheriff’s Department gave him over to the Federal Marshals. You had a
shot, and you were far enough away I wouldn’t have been able to stop you.
Mandragora may not have killed my parents, but as someone who knows that loss
as well as you do, and because the other families don’t know how hard doing the
right thing was like I do, I wanted to say ,’Thank you.’”
“Oh,” she says.
“Not what you wanted to hear?” he asks.
“No, it’s not that, it’s… I think I might have worn the
wrong top.”
“No,” Nightwing says, and he spins her, so she
lands with her back against a wall as he leans into her and says, “You’re
not.” But her instincts kick in, and she has her crossbow pressed into his
throat. “Unless I’ve misread things.”
“No,” she says, and for a moment she’s embarassed,
before rolling him, so he lands painfully on his back. She jumps onto his lap,
and says, “I just like to be on top.”
We cut back to Arrow, Canary and Atom. They’re following
Atom’s tracker, but it leads them to an arena. The bouncer is definitely
powered (we could do a cameo from someone like Killer Croc; Clayface might be
even more fun, since Canary could get suspicious and he could tell her to call
his parole officer) or just have it be a generic mook who insists “No
capes on the ticket. Bids only accepted through a proxy.”
Atom says, “Look, over there, it’s a distraction!”
and for a moment they all look where he pointed, but not long enough for him to
do anything. Then Arrow realizes that’s his cue, notches a napalm arrow, and
sets fire to a car where Atom pointed. The bouncer’s annoyed, but tells them
the street is outside his purview- and if they call the fire department he
won’t even call the cops on them. Then he realizes Atom’s gone.
Arrow and Canary grab something to eat at a little cafe
nearby. “My fries are cold,” Arrow says, “want to make
out?”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Canary says,
“but knew the moment I vocalized it,”
“Think that’s my cue,” Atom grows.
“I was beginning to think you paused in the middle of
the heist to take an old man nap.”
“I could nap… but no. One, I found out that they
pawned my gear. I couldn’t get close enough to check the control numbers. They
bought the isotope because they had to prove it was authentic for it to go on
the slab, which meant shrinking with it. Two, I talked to management. Roulette.
She runs the gladiator games and the auction house. She’s usually pretty
strictly all about discretion, but,”
We cut to her office, where Roulette is talking to Ray.
“I’m a capitalist, first. And I recognize an opportunity when I see
one.” She brings up several images of Arrow and Canary together, lingering
touches, maybe pecks, typical tabloid fodder, on her row of monitors, even a
live feed of them at the café across the street. “I have a reality show
apartment I bought, wired up with cameras. Nothing hinky; not toilet or shower
cameras.” The couple stay in the apartment one night, and she can sell the
hell out of access to the house cams. “They don’t have to do anything but
be themselves. They do that, and I’ll give you what you need to find your
mystery woman.”
Ray doesn’t trust her, but Roulette made it clear that if
they don’t play ball, she’ll sell the gear to an anonymous bidder, and pay the
owner in untraceable crypto, and the trail dies there. Their only other option
is to try to have Atom intercept the wire transfer and trace it; last time that
happened he spent a week crawling through the bowels of a crypto farm in the
Philipines- not exactly a ringing endorsement of that strategy.
Canary agrees. Arrow is reluctant (maybe because he was
wealthy playboy enough to have been tabloid fodder before). Atom has an idea-
he can shrink down and be their guardian angel. Arrow mentions that it’s
probably too late, because the sun is coming up. Atom says the deal is for the
next night. As they exit the cafe, they see digital billboards are already
touting Green Arrow and Black Canary sharing a romantic evening in the Snoop
House. “That’s not ominous at all,” Arrow says.
The next morning they’re all gathered for Nightwing’s
briefing. He glances at the clock. “We waiting for something, boss?”
Black Lightning asks.
“Yeah,” Green Arrow and Nightwing say at the same
time, and Dick yields, letting Green Arrow continue. “We’re waiting for
Dick to start.”
“We’re waiting for the other members of the team,”
Nightwing says. “And I think that’s her.” He sees a woman’s
silhouette emerging out of the sun, and as she gets closer we can see it’s Donna
Troy. Her iconic star pattern costume doesn’t really sell her as being a Wonder
Girl before Cassie Sandmark; it might make sense to go with something like the
red jumpsuit; a good mid-point might be to mix that with the Jim Lee DCNu
version with the dark pants (so it’s basically a jumpsuit version of Wonder
Woman’s costume). Maybe you could go for a gold-accented variant to Wonder
Woman’s, kind of like her usual costume intermingled with the golden hawk armor
from 1984.
“Sorry I’m late,” she says. “I’ve been in a holding
pattern for fifteen minutes. Wally made me promise I wouldn’t land without him;
the other Flashes would never let him live it down if he was the last one to
arrive.”
“Foolishly, I didn’t swear her to secrecy on that
point,” Wally says, suddenly beside her.
“There’s doughnuts and coffee, and bagels and just a
ten pound bag of sugar for Wally,” Nightwing says. Wally runs by the
spread, and half of it disappears in a blur.
“Suddenly the spread makes sense,” Canary says.
Nightwing gives his briefing. It’s very low-tech, all things
considered, as far as what Nightwing is presenting… we can cut away and
montage the hell out of it like the whole thing was being done by Soderbergh
(alternate pitch: GET SODERBERGH- how freaking cool would that be? I
imagine he’d be curious about doing that thing he do but with a much crazier
budget and FX).
Nightwing tells them that three casinos off the strip have
been taken over by supervillains. Ostensibly, they’ve been hired to have their
likeness exploited by the casinos, and to make celebrity appearances, on the
floor and at their shows. But really, they’re holding the casinos hostage. At
Joker’s Wild, the Joker has rigged the air vents with his Joker toxin- if the
casino doesn’t keep giving him his cut, he’ll turn everyone inside (including
the held-hostage family of the casino’s owner) into homicidal maniacs, most of
whom won’t survive the transformation. At the Double Trouble, Two-Face has
wired up every hotel room with explosives corresponding to red or black- and
that if the hotel operators cross him he’ll spin his roulette wheel, and blow
half the rooms- either red or black based on chance. At The Royal Flush, The
Royal Flush Gang aren’t just taking a cut- they’re taking everything,
pocketing even the paychecks of the employees, and forbidding anyone with any
remaining cash from leaving- if you fail a credit check they’ll let you go, but
otherwise no one leaves.
Finally, the problems started when a superpowered mobster
named Blockbuster collected a casino in lieu of a debt. He’s been washing the
supervillain underworld’s dirty cash through the casino since. He’s also the
mastermind behind the takeover of neighboring casinos- he wants to buy them,
outright, but first needs the current owners desperate- so he helped organize
the attacks to both drive down the price and also take a cut to help him buy at
the reduced price. This is because he wants to expand, beyond the relatively
respectable among the villain set, to the real monsters, the terrorists, the
sex traffickers, but for that he needs more casinos to be able to launder more
money. Blockbuster’s casino is a tougher nut to crack, because it’s legit- but
it’s also sitting on several times as much cash as it can legitimately claim,
enough that it will be bankrupt if it has to make good on what it owes to the
underworld figures if it disappears.
The jobs are all complicated enough that they’re going to
need all of them for each– and because if they tip off any one of the
villains the others are likely to carry out their threats, they all have to
happen concurrently, with all of them dropping in and out of each heist
with the precision of a tightly-wound Swiss watch. Nightwing tells them he’s
given Wally plans for each of the casino vaults, and has take-out from every
delivering restaurant in a mile radius piling up at the reception desk to feed
him while he constructs them to scale.
Wally disappears, then reappers, holding a hammer, and with
some ketchup on his cheek. Donna tells him about the ketchup. “Oh, I’ve
got ketchup everywhere. Moving at that speed, it’s like walking through
a condiment tornado.” Nightwing tells them they have a few days, that
Catwoman’s been doing some recon for him on the inside, and that’s as much time
as they can safely delay before Joker’s likely to get bored and just start
killing people to amuse himself.
Montage of them working through the heist stuff. Canary’s
phone goes off. She’s got a show at Two-Face’s casino. Arrow goes with her, in
civilian clothes. While there, they get a formal invite from Roulette, telling
them a car will pick them up, in costume, after her show.
Two-Face is aggressive with Canary, and she flashes back to
Black Mask from Birds of Prey, clearly still traumatized by their relationship.
But Arrow is there, and comforts her enough that she puts on a brave face
(pun!). Canary gets a musical number; Arrow watches Two-Face to see if there’s
anything he can apply to their heist, later.
Arrow and Canary grab their ride and arrive at the Snoop
House. She’s tired, and is looking forward to sleeping. “Sleeping?”
Green Arrow asks, pretending he’s disappointed. She says she doesn’t trust this
place enough to break wind in the bathroom, she’s not letting him as much as
give her a courtly peck on the cheek. He agrees. But… there’s an expensive
bottle of wine on the table. Arrow doesn’t trust it, but Canary uses a sonic
cry to test the seal- the bottle is still sealed. Atom climbs through the cork,
and tells Canary through an earpiece that he checked it on the atomic level-
it’s clean, and it’s nowhere near enough alcohol to get three adults even
tipsy- or two, yeah, he meant two, because he’s not here. Arrow is still
uncertain, but Canary says she’s going to open it, and cries at the perfect
pitch to pop the cork, then tells him either he’ll help her drink it or he
won’t.
We cut to a bar, as the last of five bottles of beer are
opened up. “This feels weird,” Wally says. “Doing this. When the
last time we did this, we weren’t even old enough to do this. You know what I
mean.” Donna relates that they were Teen Titans, then- or 3/5 of them
were. Nightwing is apologetic to Black Lightning, for not inviting him to join
the team. He tells them he’s older than them, he was like nineteen and a half
by the time their team ‘debuted,’ that even if he’d wanted to join a team, he
would have had only a few months before he was no longer a teen. Plus, he
wasn’t much of a joiner, back then, so it’s cool.
“I was living in Italy with assassins,” Huntress
adds. “Not, uh, really eligible.” Things are a little awkward, since
the group haven’t been a group long, and even those that were haven’t seen each
other in a while. So they decide to play some have you ever. Wally starts with
he’s never made out with Nightwing, and Donna and Huntress drink. Huntress,
either stewing or not quite getting the game, says she’s never made out with
Donna. Wally and Nightwing drink, and they explain that the Teen Titans were
basically one of those high school parties where everyone paired off and made
out with everyone else- only kinkier because everyone was wearing masks, but
still, pretty chaste, all things considered- since no one wanted to screw up
the team by really pairing off. Which only makes things more awkward
with Huntress.
Wally suggest they spin one “or several” of the
bottles they’ve emptied, Black Lightning says he’s too old for “this
shit,” and bounces. Nightwing realizes they all probably are, but it just
means the rapport they build will be built of stronger stuff. He suggests they
call it a night.
We cut to Arrow, still wearing his mask, rolling over in
bed, curling into Canary. She’s wearing a wedding dress, which causes him to
stir, and realize he’s wearing a tux. And they have matching wedding rings.
Strewn across the very messy bed are rose petals and Polaroids of their drunken
night of debauchery, including a stop off at an instant wedding chapel. Some of
the Polaroids would seem to imply they’ve consummated their relationship. Arrow
wakes Canary, frantic.
They freak out together, each blaming the other for things
getting out of hand, as they spiral further out of hand, and they start pushing
each other. Green Arrow tries to stop her early in, saying, “I don’t understand
everything that’s going on here, Di, but I’m not going to raise a hand to the
woman I love- I won’t be that guy.”
She has no such compunction, saying something like, ”I’m not
going to let another man terrorize me ever again,” before belting him. She’s
having trouble keeping him and Black Mask separate in her head. We cut to the
gladiator arena, where a crapload of spectators, including some of the villains
from this movie, bidding on the victor, as expensive looking fight graphics
play on the Jumbotron: Green Arrow vs. Black Canary.
Canary throws him through a dresser, and out of it spill his
bow and lots of green arrows. He spends a moment searching for something
nonlethal, “My fortune for a taser arrow, or a knock-out gas arrow, or
even a damned net,” she kicks him in the stomach. He finally picks up a
regular arrow (they’re all regular arrows) and notches it. She punches the
arrow in half, before punching him in the throat. “Thought you said I was
getting better,” he strains.
“Better don’t mean good,” she says, knocking him
out. She takes a few steps, realizing she doesn’t feel right. She tries raising
her dad, saying they definitely were dosed with something- she’s not hungover,
she knows what that feels like. He doesn’t respond, which confirms her concern.
The phone rings. It’s Roulette. Canary’s pissed off that
Roulette dosed them and made them think they got married and had sex. She
confronts her about putting steroids in the air, maybe something else, too. She
cops to it, and tells Canary that Atom’s gear disappeared. But she’s pretty
sure the owner took it back, and Ray into the bargain, and Roulette has another
way she can find him- when he was in her office, Roulette placed a tracker on
him. In her nightstand is the tracker.
We cut to Atom. He comes to, tied to a chair. He tries to
shrink, but his equipment won’t work. “Oh, Ray,” she says,
“equipment not working? Funny, that was how I found out about you and
Black Canary, back in the day. You were a naughty boy, then, Ray. Have you been
naughty now?”
“You? What the hell’s going on?” Ray asks.
The next day, Canary and Arrow talk to Nightwing. He
originally was confronting them about sneaking out- and how the team need them
focused. Canary bursts like a dam, telling him that her father’s in town,
helping look for her mother’s killer, but he’s been taken. Nightwing turns on
a dime, no longer concerned about their heists; his family were killed, and
clearly he was raised in a family that is motivated by hunting family-killers.
He’s laser-focused on hunting the killer with her; it is the most like Batman
we will ever see him, though he’s warmer, and more personally supportive at the
same time, to the degree that Arrow is a little concerned about Nightwing
horning in; no one else validates his insecurity (which only makes it funnier).
Nightwing goes to the others, and brings them up to speed,
how this is about saving Canary’s father and avenging her mother.
“Avenging?” Huntress asks, perking up. He reiterates they want
nonlethal capture; Canary wants to know what happened with her mother, not a
corpse. Huntress is hurt; not just disappointed, but hurt.
They cancel the day’s practice, in favor of riding out
immediately. They roll up on the safehouse Atom’s being held in.
We cut inside. Atom’s still captive. His captor tries to
give him something to eat, even as we see on security feeds that the Outsiders
have arrived. Atom’s preoccupied with talking to his kidnapper. “Jean?
Honey, what’s going on.” She’s standoffish, but gets close enough for him
to grab her, only for him to gently take her hand. “Please,” he
pleads, his voice rife with emotion, “Jean, talk to me.” We see
Nightwing finish picking the lock on the front door even as Black Lightning
electrocutes the cameras, shorting the feed.
She gasps. Wanting him to play cops and robbers with her was
the only thing that was keeping her going. “Ray, I…” She crumbles.
She’ll narrate some of a flashback. Jean loved Ray Palmer
from the moment they first met. She played hard to get, before letting him woo
her; part of her was worried he’d be like other men who gave up after the
conquest, and the rest because she was truly worried about how much she wanted
him. And for a moment, it was magical, everything she’d imagined. And then Ray
joined the Justice Society, and started working with Black Canary. She was
beautiful, and fit, and always walking around in those fishnets and that tight,
revealing little outfit. She couldn’t compete, especially not with the
endorphins of fighting for their lives. And when half their team disappeared,
she especially couldn’t compete with their shared grief. Ray left her a long
time before he left her. And she never stopped wanting him back. She followed
him, figuring out where he kept his surplus equipment. She snagged one of his
older suits- not the oldest, which he kept for nostalgia, or the newest, which
he was always tinkering on, but one of the surplus ones, one he might not be
sure really was missing at all.
She tried to scare Canary off several times. She gave her a
handful of close calls. She leaked her identity to the police, to the papers,
even to villains. Finally, she thought, maybe she could make Canary
forget Ray. She went inside her mind, and started screwing with linkages, and
accidentally caused an aneurism. She called Canary an ambulance, but it was
Gotham, in one of the neighborhoods where the cops can take hours to show, and
where an ambulance won’t come without the cops. Long before anybody came,
Canary was gone. Jean panicked, and to cover her tracks, she shot Canary in the
head.
It screwed her up. She and Canary had been friendly. They
were rivals, sure, she was even willing to hurt Canary to take her place at
Ray’s side, but did not want to harm her, not seriously or permanently. She was
a broken woman when Ray, hurting over what happened to Canary, reached out. She
hadn’t wanted that, but in that moment they truly, desperately needed each
other. Their love, their years together, were genuine and heartfelt, even
though they were built on a despicable act.
As she finishes telling her story, we realize that Black
Canary has been in the room basically since the story started. Jean throws
herself at Canary’s feet, seeing how much she looks like her mother, and that
blurring the lines enough for her that for an instant she thinks she’s Canary’s
ghost, and not her daughter. She pleads with her to forgive her- that she
wanted Canary to forget Ray- she didn’t want to hurt her. Canary asks Atom, who
Nightwing has cut free, what’s going on. He’s a ghost, himself, telling her
that he didn’t want to introduce her under these circumstances, but this is his
wife, Jean Loring. They married a year after Canary died; he just lost the will
to play superhero after that; even seeing his old costumes made him weep.
“All I wanted was to be the love of your life,”
Jean whimpers, collapsing to the floor.
“Instead, you killed her,” Ray says, hollowed out.
“This is all my fault.”
“No,” Canary says, hugging him, “it’s
not.”
“This, uh, isn’t usually the way this goes,”
Nightwing says. “There’s usually more punching.”
“Yeah,” Black Lightning says, “bet that hurts
a lot less.”
“So what do we do with her?” Donna asks.
“I just looked it up,” Green Arrow says, “and statute
of limitations on any kind of negligent homicide is long since past.”
“Dad?” Canary asks.
“She needs help,” Atom says. “I haven’t
always been the best partner; God knows, I’ll always have to wonder if any of
this would have happened if I were a better man, but I won’t abandon her again.
I’m going to make sure she gets the help she needs.”
This is a perhaps overly somber moment, and we need to
transition out of it, but not without letting the characters heal. I think
Nightwing does a little wrap-up, back at the hotel. “I think today was a
good reminder, for me. Sometimes, with the Titans, we could get wrapped up in
the silly, fun aspects of being us. There were times I didn’t take it seriously
enough, where I wasn’t able to stop and see the human cost underneath. I’m not
saying,” (and here he does his Batman voice), “We should all be
more like Batman. Because we shouldn’t. I’m not even sure he should be. We
all have to learn to be the best Donna, the best Wally, the best Helena-“
“I prefer ‘Huntress.'”
“The best Huntress, then. Because we still have a job
to do. There’s a lot of dirty money flowing through these casinos, funding a
lot of the kinds of human misery we often don’t see up close like this. And
more than ever, we need to shut it down, because we know how much it’s going to
hurt people if we don’t.”
We cut to Arrow and Canary’s room. He’s holding her, when
there’s a knock at the door. Atom comes in, and takes over, and father and
daughter hold one another. Later, Arrow brings them coffee, where they sit
looking out of the balcony. She’s holding her dad’s hand, and rests her head on
Arrow’s shoulder as the sun begins to set.
Montage of more prepping for the heists. Included are little
moments for each of them, like this one: “Are you sure you can make
the shot?” Nightwing asks. We speed through the air as Arrow fires again.
There are several arrows stuck to the middle ring of a target, but none in the
center, which would allow the shot to slip through the slit between the barely
opened faux vaultdoor.
We do the heist montages, with just enough moments spent
with each villain and their pairings to feel like they’re not just generic
villains from the Oceans movies. Nightwing and Huntress take on the Joker. This
one will likely be the most fraught, because Joker’s figured them out, and
re-masks them amongst his henchpeople, with masks he cut from the cloth napkins
used in the restaurant inside the casino. Joker gets to monolog and threaten,
wondering aloud which of the ways he could murder them would hurt Batman the
most, intercut with the other heists. Eventually, Joker says he’s bored, and
will just transform all of them into homicidal Jokers, and tries to blow
the explosives. Nightwing leans into Huntress and tells her that’s why they
stopped at the Wild their first night in town, that Joker was bound to do
something like this. They fight their way out, leaving Joker knocked out.
Two-Face likewise figures them out, because the Joker got a
lot less morose a few days before. So he captures Green Arrow and tells him
that he’s going to put his ideals on trial- that he can choose to be the new
man he’s promised through his press agent, more focused on the group, or the
selfish man who is going to save the woman he loves, and can walk out scott
free. He’s about to answer when Wally, panting in the middle of the desert, standing
on top of a large pile of explosives, calls over an earpiece to Arrow that he’s
finished. Canary tells him if he doesn’t answer the question first she will
collapse his lungs. He offers to let Two-Face shoot him; that losing her he
would never be a whole man, but he couldn’t be either, if he let all those
people die. He’d rather take a bullet himself. Two-Face flips his coin, tells
him that wasn’t an option, but he’ll gladly shoot him and Canary both- that
he’s always been a sucker for a tragic love story. That’s when Nightwing and
Huntress arrive, and help finish off Two-Face.
The Royal Flush is the most bombastic of the three. When
King tries to call the other casinos to tell them that they’ve been
compromised, Donna tells him he can’t be weak in front of the other villains.
Black Lightning appears, and tells her their communications are fried, and she
tells King he can be as weak as he wants, then. Troy and Lightning have trouble
with all five members… until the rest of the Outsiders arrive, and help them
mop up.
Finally, there’s the Blockbuster. This one is a lot more
straightforward, since the heroes all have to show as civilians. They manage,
with Green Arrow’s shot, to block the vault open with an arrow. Then they empty
the vault. Blockbuster himself, not believing they could have thwarted his
security or his plans, ends up in the empty vault. He tells his assistant to
liquidate everything, and get him a charter to Santa Prisca. He needs to buy
sanctuary with the King Snakes, because they never cleaned their money through
the casino, and therefore are the only ones who might help hide him.
Pre-Credits scene: Arrow and Canary wake up in a hotel room.
“Oliver, why am I in a wedding dress?”
“Because it looked so elegant on you I insisted we take
it.”
“And why am I wearing a ring that’s heavy enough I
actually feel the weight of it?”
“Ring?” he sits up, bleary-eyed. “Oh,”
he says, furrowing his brow, “I suspect because it’s the match to
mine.”
“This can’t be legal.”
“I believe the important question is do you want it to
be?”
“Not today.”‘
“Fair enough. Though I imagine we keep landing in this
position because on some level it’s where we want to end up.”
“Also because you bought some ridiculously good
champagne.”
“Ridiculously good champagne notwithstanding.”
“You asking, or telling?”
“You want me to ask, I’m going to need to borrow that
rock,” he says, and gets down on one knee. She pulls him up to his feet
and kisses him, and we cut away.
Green Arrow is discussing with Nightwing the possibility of
hiring on a Green Lantern to up their game as they’re packing up their hotel
rooms. He tells Ollie that great minds think alike as John Stewart lands. “I
know just the guy,” he says, since then it’s a fun mislead.
Jason Todd calls Dick Grayson, wishing he’d had a crack at
the Joker. “Wouldn’t that have been two-cracks? I hear you’re all about
the art of the double-tap these days.”
“You can stick to playing touch football with these
psychopaths, if you want, but I’ll tell you, brother from another mother, they
aren’t playing the same game of patty-cake with you.”
“I’m not usually one to cast the first stone, but
there’s plenty of people who’ve used the ‘P’ word to describe you.”
“Pussy.”
“No, the other one.”
“No, I was calling
you one for pussy-footing around the word: psychopaths. That’s what they are.
Deranged. Unstable. And yeah, I’m on a lot less even of a keel since their
Clown Prince tortured me for months. I get about thirteen solid minutes of
sleep between nightmares that the bastard still has me chained up in his
basement. But we’re not talking about your garden variety mental health
patients, here; these are people who revel in it. Who get off on the pain they
cause. Believe me, no one looks forward to the day I can hang up my guns for
good more than me.” He sighs. “Look, all I really want to know is whether or not you hit him extra hard for
me.”
Dick hesitates a moment. “Always. And I know I give you
crap. It’s not because I want to, or-“
“To prove you’re teacher’s pet?”
“We both know that’s Barbara.”
“I think you know Barbara a lot more thoroughly than I
do.”
“Boundaries, man. And I want to know you’re okay. I
can’t even imagine what you went through.”
“You? Probably not. But Dad? I was the one who had to
talk him down. I didn’t need that, you know, but seeing it, it
almost made the whole thing worth it. To know how much we matter to him, if
only for a moment. That’s screwed up, isn’t it?”
“It is. Whole family’s screwed up like that. But you
don’t dress like we do and have our kind of nightlife if you had a healthy
childhood.”
“Barb kinda did.”
“Yeah…”
“And from the way you’ve talked about the circus it
doesn’t sound like such a bad way to grow up… you know, until the
tragedy.”
“Yeah. Tragedy does always kind of screw things
up.”
“It’s weird, how many of us there are, now. I remember
when it was just the three of us, and you and dad were barely talking…”
“It’s still weird to me to think of him as ‘dad.'”
“It helps being tortured by a maniac. Sort of peels
away the emotional detachment. But my point was we were a weird little family.
A dad. And an older brother slash dirty uncle who didn’t get along with him.
And now there’s I’ve lost count how many Robins. Batwoman. At least one
Batgirl, with a bunch of Birds of Prey hanging around her. And most of us join
or even lead teams of our own.”
“Makes sense,” Dick said. “Just a bunch of
orphans trying to figure out where we belong.”
“Yeah.” Jason pauses a beat. “You hit him really damn
hard, right?”
“Thought I broke my jaw, his hand, or both, for a
second there.”
“You think dad would ever forgive me, if I put a bullet
in him?”
“I’ve known Bruce a really long time, and I don’t think
it’s about what you’ve done, Jason. I think it’s about what you’re going to do.
We all make mistakes, you know? But trying to be better than you were- I think
that’s what matters most.”
“Doesn’t sound like a yes, though.”
“I don’t know, man. If I had to guess, if he felt like
you couldn’t help it, like you had no choice, he’d forgive you. I think if you
did it because you want to, on the hope he’d forgive you anyway… then I really
don’t know. What he’s built, it’s bigger than any one of us. You killing
someone you could take in, that might bring the whole thing crumbling
down. And even then, I think he’d want to forgive you. But this thing he
built, he built it so we didn’t have to be alone. You take that from him- from all
of us, and I just don’t know, man.” We cut away.
I think at the end, Ollie decides to spend a little more on
the team. This is revealed from him ‘souping up’ their Winnebago, which he
demonstrate by blowing the horn, which now plays ‘La Cucaracha.’ The Outsiders
give him crap for this, then he says that it also does this, and flicks a
switch, and the exterior transforms into a sleek, green “Arrow car.” After a
moment, the inside increases, morphing to show a state of the art mobile
headquarters inside, as well. Ollie plays this off as having used the
ill-gotten gains from the criminal’s portions of the heists… but Dick knows how
much this kind of Batman-tech costs, and Ollie cops to using some of his
fortune on it. Turns out, selectively leasing tech from Wayne Enterprises and
Kord Industries, given what those companies do with their profits, is another
way to do good with his fortune.
