Batman: The Brave and the Bold

Then the opposing side does an end-run.

Now comes the big handoff.

So when does he start teaching chemistry?

This is him teaching chemistry.

And into the end zone for the big score,

thus forming a covalent atomic bond.

So team, any questions?

Man, it's boiling in here. Can someone let in a little cool air?

Ah, better.

Hello, Ronnie.

Remember me?

- You know this psycho, coach? - No. I've never seen...

Wait. Louise Lincoln? Is that you?

It is! We were quite the item.

Until I dumped her.

Louise wasted the spring of her youth on Ronnie Raymond,

but as Killer Frost,

she'll make sure this city will fall into the winter of its discontent.

This icy incursion ends now!

Step aside.

I'm about to blow out an old flame.

Sorry, Frost, but I make it my personal business to protect innocent lives.

Innocent? You call the man who broke up with me via text message innocent?

- Incredible. - Really?

Quick and painless.

It was the humane thing to do.

I could've handled that indignity

if he didn't make me pay for all of our dates.

What is wrong with you, coach?

Hey! How did I become the bad guy here?

I think we better end this relationship.

This is only the beginning, Candlestick.

Good job, Firestorm. But remember, arch-enemies can be a deadly business.

Great. Now she's your ex and your archenemy.

Like there's a difference.

The Watchtower is up and running again, Aquaman,

and our new recruits have arrived.

Outrageous!

Man, this place is even cooler than I thought!

I can't work like this.

Anyone know where the nearest bathroom is?

I can see my house from up here!

Are you sure about this, old chum?

Forming a new league, after the way the last one ended?

With what we may be facing, I don't see another choice.

Welcome. I'd like to thank you all for agreeing to be part of what promises...

Hey, Bats, is there a reason it's so stinking hot in here?

Oh, I think I know the reason.

- Wingman! - Right here, sir!

Hello, ladies, I don't believe we've met.

The name's Gold.

And you can bet I'm as precious as the metal.

We are Fire and Ice. A volatile combination.

Like my mother's peanut butter and sardine smoothies.

Yes. Um...

As Batman was saying,

we have brought you all here... Mother of Pearl, it is hot in here!

Yes, yes, the heat, I know.

This is Martian Manhunter, our strategist.

I'm having trouble fixing the air conditioning.

Sir, I am well versed in over six million forms of refrigeration.

- May I be of service? - Of course.

Just what I need. Another know-it-all.

Now, let's get down to business.

Green's my favorite color too.

So, wanna see the inside of the Boostermobile?

Two weeks ago, I sent the Question on a mission

to uncover information on the possibility of an Earth invasion.

He hasn't been heard from since.

- Invasion? From where? - Apokolips.

- Home of the Parthenon? - No.

A distant world enslaved by the most evil beings in the known universe.

The Greeks.

I'm working to piece together any clues from Question's last transmission.

In the meantime, Manhunter can show you around.

So that was the trophy room. Next up is...

Excuse me, but do you mind?

I have this thing about fire.

I bet you do.

Now this is our training room.

I'm reminded of the time when Big Blue himself challenged me

to an arm wrestling competition here.

Of course, my compatriots warned me this would surely be a losing battle,

but I brought something more than brute force to the table.

I brought physics.

- Well, the day approached and... - By Neptune's trident,

you do not know how to tell a story!

Sorry, I sometimes tend to prattle on.

Cookie, anyone?

Check it out.

Actually, that was once Hal Jordan's.

And now it's mine. Home sweet home.

- What are you doing in here? - Called dibs, didn't I, Skeets?

And firsties, sir.

Look, you poser, get out of my cabin right now!

Um, no, I think I'll stay.

Not the face! Not the face!

Gentlemen, please.

Let's settle this like civilized...

Son of a whale shark! Have at thee!

Come here, you.

- Oh, boy fight. - So immature.

Not the face! Not the face!

Please! We must fight together!

What's it look like we're doing?

See, I...

Come here!

You want some of this? Come on!

Craters of Phobos. The World Threat Alarm.