And the Gotham City Speedway is off to an exciting start.
The fastest racers in the country
have gathered here in Gotham.
Each driving for the charity of their choice.
And Gotham's very own Bruce Wayne is
the only non-pro racing today,
for Gotham's Children's Hospital.
And Bruce Wayne takes the lead.
Your loss, Pop.
I could've been driving for the Policeman's Charity Fund.
Heh, heh. Maybe you should finish driving school
before you decide to join the racing circuit, Barbara.
Well, that vehicle isn't registered.
Who's crashing the race?
Stay close, Barbara.
I won your race,
so I'll collect the prize for my favorite charity.
Me, Gearhead.
Always wanted to race Gotham's finest.
The prize money should keep this mystery driver's tank
topped off for quite some time.
I don't think Gearhead's in it for the money, Alfred.
He likes the chase.
We're dealing with a thrill-seeker.
It's Gearhead.
Do buckle up, sir.
Could be a bumpy ride.
I think I may have trouble.
It's driving itself?
Batman.
Time to kick things up a notch.
It's racing time.
Remember, hands at 10:00 and at 2:00.
I'm learning to drive and tell time.
Gearhead.
Batman.
Oh, hi.
Let's check out your reaction time, Batman.
Shouldn't tailgate.
Try buffing that out.
No time to be sentimental.
Gearhead'll be looking for the next rush.
And this is one villain
the Batman needs wheels to take down.
I'm gonna have to retool one of my prototypes.
I'm gonna have to build a better Batmobile.
And I'll start by doing a little shopping
at Wayne Industries.
The Duel E.X.P. Power Core.
The power core's unstable at top speeds.
What an odd little giz...
Oh!
My word!
I assume that is not an acquisition
from Wayne Industries.
Gearhead Industries.
A souvenir from the armored car job.
It injects some kind of nano-virus in the machinery,
taking it over like a parasite, controlling it.
I aim to make sure this Batmobile is Gearhead-proof.
Barbara, the driving school tells me
you have quite the lead foot.
The instructor was making me nervous.
Gordon.
Where?
On my way.
Plumbing burst at the courthouse?
Gearhead.
Sorry, Barb, have to go.
Taking the car?
Kidding.
Gearhead is chasing the bullet train?
It was scheduled for money transfer
from the treasury building.
But, sir, the power core has yet to charge.
I'll need an alternate mode of transportation.
Ooh, two-wheeler.
Autopilot, on.
Hey, no hitchhikers.
Oh, I really need my own set of...
wheels.
Let's lose the training wheels.
You're in for a surprise.
Hey! What are you doing?
Take a bus, Batman!
He doesn't use nanotechnology.
He is nanotechnology.
The Batcycle's autopilot isn't responding.
Shoulda known.
Alfred, Power Core status?
Charge is complete, sir.
Lower the chassis.
I'm taking it out for a spin.
Do come back in one piece, won't you?
Okay.
So I stole Batman's ride, and I lost Gearhead.
Not good.
Even worse.
You look a little young.
You even have a driver's license?
No, but here's my permit.
Whoa.
Don't knock the student driver.
Pretty cool, huh?
Here's another trick I learned in machine shop.
Whoa.
You traded up, Batman.
Rematch!
Nice landing.
Ooh, Corinthian leather?
Catch me if you can, Bats.
Woo-hoo!
Power Core.
No one beats Gearhead.
Road rage coming.
You hear me, Batman?!
No one!
Got to admit, Bat, that's one sweet ride you have.
He's jacking you.
What did you...? I'm stuck!
Nanotechnology, Gearhead.
Yours, with some tweaks.
I still have the car.
Time to roll.
Wouldn't recommend it.
So, uh, since Gearhead can't drive the Batmobile, can I?
Any progress on Power Core calibration, sir?
Stable.
She's a keeper.
I didn't hear the Batwave.
I just thought I'd take it for a spin.