Holy shit.
Holy shit. Holy shit, I fucking got you!
Oh, my God! It's the Joker!
I got three officers down!
Hang on, Alvarez!
I need a medevac right now, God damn it!
This is Gotham 1-3. We have a chopper in the area.
- Do you have eyes on the Joker? - No.
Thank Christ. He's gone.
Hey! Watch your back!
Where's Batman?
- Hello. - I got him, Bruce.
I got the Joker dead to rights, man.
What?
Some cops stumbled onto him
answering a bullshit break-in call.
The clown torched the pigs and left, right?
But I tracked him with the audio from city surveillance
and I triangulated his location.
He's at the old amusement park near the pier.
He's right fucking there, Bruce!
I won't be back until morning.
Stand down, Jason.
- Bruce, I... - Stand down.
Bruce, listen to me.
I got this.
I can do this.
This is the Joker, Bruce.
All the more reason you're not going alone.
I'm not afraid of him.
I'm not afraid of anything anymore.
It's not about whether you're afraid or not.
When are we gonna get another chance to nail him like this?
No.
Okay, I got it.
Loud and clear, boss.
I'll see you in the morning.
Fuck the Joker.
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Yes. Oh, yes.
This is it.
Damn it!
Get him now!
Take 'em out!
Oh, shit. What the hell is that?
Fire! Fire!
Ah.
I know.
I'm hot.
You, stop him!
Hey there, big guy.
Yeah? Wait till you get a load of this.
Krypto, speak.
No!
Good dog, Krypto.
What were they after?
Oh, its street name's "the Clench."
It's a bioengineered strain of Ebola
that struck Gotham a few years back, but it was contained.
Gizmo was looking to sell it to the highest bidder.
What was Dayton Labs doing with it in the first place?
Research... I hope.
We really appreciate what you and the Titans have done for the city.
- Thanks. - Hmm.
Uh, excuse me, Superboy. Uh...
can I get your autograph? My son will go nuts.
Oh. Sure.
You want mine, too, right?
Oh, um, I'm good.
It's hard to top a Super.
You heard the man. "It's hard to top a Super."
Unbelievable.
We're live at the scene where the Titans have once again
provided a major assist for our very own SFPD.
The mayor has called you and the Titans
San Francisco's guardian angels.
How do you respond to that?
Well, the Titans are happy to do
everything we can to protect the city.
But the real angels are the men and women without powers.
They show us that if we all do our part together,
we can really create change.
Where's Nightwing?
Oh, um... he's around.
So sorry. I have to take this.
- Thank you so much. Good seeing you. - Yeah.
Hello?
You're a Titan.
Explains so much.
And this is?
Justin Colt. Las Vegas.
Disco lights and champagne.
I'm a therapist.
Oh, Justin. Hi.
How are you?
Uh, stunned, to say the least.
I, uh... I definitely knew you were special,
but I didn't expect to see you on TV.
I guess I could have been a little more forthcoming.
No, no, it's awesome.
How are you?
Good. Yeah. Things got a little, um...
rough after our last meeting,
but I'm doing much better. You?
Still practicing.
Turns out a lot of people need therapy.
Ugh, tell me about it.
I noticed you never called me.
Yeah, I, um...
I wasn't in a good place.
I mean, I get it. You had a lot on your plate.
Well, maybe now we can catch up.
No champagne, no disco lights.
Just a real talk.
I'd like that.
'Course, maybe a little champagne.
Old time's sake.
I'll call you.
I promise.
Nice work back there.
The reporters loved you.
Yeah, especially when you love them back.
Batman and I never waited around for the press back in Gotham.
Maybe that's why the press was so bad.
Maybe.
Hello.
What?
"Why a... why a bat?"
Because bat's hear everything.
Hi, Mom.
_
Mom, I'll call you back.
It's way past curfew, kid.
What are you doing out here?
Twenty-four-hour delivery.
Here.
Try some dumplings. On us.
What's that?
I'm a fan.
Batman's a sociopath
in a rubber S&M outfit.
Pick better heroes, kid.
It's not rubber.
What'd you say?
Yes, Officer.
- All units. I repeat... - That's what I thought.
...all units. Report to Farrelly Amusement Park immediately.
This is a direct order from Commissioner Gordon.
- Let's go. - Go home, kid.
It's not safe on the streets.
It is with Batman and Robin.
We've been holding dinner. Where have you been?
Delivering, like, a million orders.
It's not my fault people love your food.
Mmm.
- Any trouble? - No, Dad. All good.
Really? 'Cause I could swear I saw
you talking to two of Gotham's finest.
It was a curfew thing.
But then they saw I was working, so they backed off.
I gave them some dumplings.
They'll probably be back with their families this Sunday.
You're welcome.
- Anyone I know? - Nah, Dad. These were new guys.
- Why you gotta be like that? - Why not?
No, man, I don't want any of that.
Relax. All right?
You said you wanted some new kicks.
Buy yourself some new kicks.
You can't be walkin' around school with that off-brand shit.
- What do you care? - About school? Nothing.
About you?
Can't have people thinking my cousin's not put together, all right?
You're welcome.
We go now live to Gotham Pier with a breaking news story.
Batman's ally, Robin, was found dead tonight
along with a security guard.
The Joker, who was waiting for police,
was taken in without further incident.
The Joker was sent back to Arkham Asylum,
where he escaped from earlier this month.
Gotham Police had engaged with the Joker several hours earlier...
Oh, no.
Now there might be crime in Gotham.
Tim, I'm so sorry.
No word yet on how Batman
is dealing with this terrible loss.
Home sweet home.
Bruce?
The Flying Graysons.
Bruce, you down here?
Bruce?
The blood.
It's hard to get out.
I'm sorry.
The Joker's back at Arkham?
Yes.
I'm glad the cops got to him first.
Me, too.
Can I help with any of the arrangements?
No. It's all been taken care of.
So, when's the funeral?
It's already happened.
What do you mean, "It's already happened"?
The mortuary delivered the coffin last night.
I had him buried in the family plot, next to Alfred.
Look, I understand.
This is difficult for all of us, especially you.
Couldn't you have at least waited...
He had no family.
He had us.
What are you doing?
There's a new player in Gotham. He's killed seven already.
Bruce, come on.
Can't we just talk about this for a minute
before you jump back in to work?
What was Jason doing studying chemistry?
I don't know.
He barely read the back of a cereal box.
Doesn't matter, Dick.
Jason's dead.
There's nothing we can say now that will bring him back.
You know, when Donna died, you told me not to bury my emotions.
Not to experience grief alone.
It was good advice.
That advice was meant for you, not me.
People are different.
- Bruce, you can't just... - Life goes on.
We both know that.
Come on, I'll make us some lunch.
Lunch?
_
So the Joker just killed him?
Mmm-hmm.
Sounds like Jason went after him
the same way he went after Deathstroke.
Alone and unprepared.
I'm so angry.
At the Joker?
No, at Jason.
Jason? Why?
Because he never learned.
When Jason left the Titans to go to Gotham, he was alone and angry,
and I get that, but...
Dick was hoping he figured things out with Bruce, but he never did.
He clearly just kept making the same mistakes over and over,
and it finally got him killed.
Jason never evolved.
He never grew past his own worst instincts.
Don't let that happen to you.
Keep learning.
Keep growing.
First, Donna, now Jason. I'm sick of losing people.
Oh, look out, crab.
That's right. Octopus gonna mess you up.
Dang, cheetah.
What'd that gazelle ever do to you?
What do you think, Rachel?
The snake was really cool.
Hmm...
What should I do for an encore?
That's right.
You're on an island somewhere trying to bring Donna back to life
because that's a thing.
Some bad stuff's happened while you've been gone.
So, it's time to up my game.
Nothing tops a Super.
That's total bullshit.
Well, I know that. And you know that.
But...
You can be any animal you want, just believe in yourself.
Not sure if it really works that way, but...
I just miss you.
We got two more right down here in front of the damn station.
Copy that.
Hey, excuse me. Commissioner Gordon?
Over there.
Thank you.
Barbara.
Welcome back to Gotham, Dick.
Commissioner.
That one's just like the others.
Wrapped up in cellophane like last night's leftovers.
Thanks, Jones.
Give me a minute.
I'm sorry about Jason.
Me, too. And the Joker?
He was waiting for us by the body.
Took him back into Arkham without a fight.
He did the same thing after me.
That's what he does.
He stole Bruce's chance to get justice.
That's the game those two play, like always.
And we're all the casualties.
How are you doing with all this?
Honestly, not great.
Tell me.
Last time I spoke to Jason was three months ago.
- It's like once Bruce took him back... - He was his problem?
Why would Jason have gone out on his own?
Especially after Bruce told him not to.
Jason Todd doing something impulsive?
That's a real head scratcher.
I found a chemistry book in his room.
- So? - Jason's not a reader.
If you're looking for a mystery to solve, there isn't one.
I loved Jason.
He drove me fucking crazy.
Wanted to kill him half the time.
But I loved him.
He went out there because he felt he had something to prove,
and he got killed.
That's it.
Mystery solved.
Have you talked to Bruce?
Briefly, at the morgue.
And how did he seem to you?
At the morgue, Jason's body was laid out on a slab.
I would characterize him as subdued.
But did he seem off or weird?
Yeah, he always seems weird.
He's a weird guy.
I don't think he's processing this very well... or at all.
Do you remember Alfred's funeral?
You and I were a mess.
There he was the whole time. He was quiet, reserved, stoic.
He's in denial.
Yeah, that's what he does, Dick.
It's the only way he can keep being Batman.
You know how many times he's talked to me about my father?
Zero.
So his behavior today is the same that it always is
when somebody close to him dies.
He just pretends to forget them.
No, it's different this time.
I'm worried about him.
Really worried.
Would you talk to him?
God damn it.
Don't make me do that.
We have kept it strictly professional since I hung up the cape,
and my life is so much better for it.
That's why it would mean a lot to him.
Please?
Okay.
After work.
And I have no idea how long I'll be.
Great.
I'll see you later.
Yeah.
Oh, uh, thank you.
Shit.
So, then
Jason corners the Mad Hatter and he starts swearing at him,
like, going off.
"You short fucking hat-wearing fuck.
Fuck you."
And Hatter stands there,
stunned that Robin's cussing him out.
And then Bruce came in,
and do you remember what you said to Jason?
What?
Watch your language.
I heard you found another body today.
That makes eight in as many weeks.
Any clues to the identity of the killer?
You never stop, do you?
Can't we just have a drink?
No new clues... yet.
But I'll be sure to turn the signal on if we need you.
Your father and I had better communication
when we were fighting this war.
War?
You still call it a war?
It is a war. For the soul of this city.
I don't know, Bruce.
Calling it a war feels like
trying to justify all the lives that have been lost.
Your father knew protecting Gotham required real sacrifice.
My father died from a heart attack
after being frozen in a block of ice
by a man wearing a fucking refrigerator suit.
- Mr. Freeze. - I know who he is.
That's how you see my father, isn't it? As a sacrifice?
You dragged him into this insanity,
just like you did Dick and Jason.
It was a long time ago.
You know what he did to you, Dick.
You almost lost yourself because Bruce weaponized your grief.
And Jason... You took another kid
who was lost and angry and alone,
and convinced him that he'd be invincible if he put on a mask.
No more Robins, Bruce.
I chose to put the cowl on.
To go out there as Batgirl.
When the Joker shot me, it wasn't your fault.
But you drove Dick away.
We worked it out.
Whether you've forgiven him or not,
he drove you away and he put Jason in the ground.
You would think that after everything
that the Joker's done to so many people,
you would've found a way to keep him locked up.
But part of me, a big part of me, believes that you want him to escape
so you can keep hiding from yourself behind that mask.
You're as crazy as the fucking Joker.
Hey.
What?
What the hell was that?
I asked for help.
I am helping.
Who?
Whoever he would have brought into this madhouse next.
He recruited Jason one week after you left, Dick.
One week. And he replaced you like he was replacing a pet.
Come on. The last thing Bruce is gonna
do is drag another kid into this mess.
He won't admit that he failed Jason.
The Titans failed Jason more than anyone, Barbara.
He had a lot of problems, and we didn't have the patience for him.
We wanted the Titans to work so badly, we gave up on him.
The Titans?
Your West Coast superhero school?
It's not a school.
We're a family.
Go back to San Francisco, Dick.
I'm not leaving Gotham until I figure out
what Jason was doing before he died.
I just told you what he was doing.
He was being manipulated and used by Bruce Wayne.
Don't let him do it to you again.
Okay?
Go home.
Goodbye, Dick.
"B."
301 Harris Place B?
What were you doing, buddy?
What were you doing?
Fuck it.
Who are you?
Who the fuck are you?
I sell in this building.
I heard someone's cooking something new here.
Didn't want the competition.
But if it's you...
I'm not selling drugs, and neither are you.
You come here peddling your shit again,
I'll throw you out the fucking window.
- Do you understand? - Yeah.
All right. Let's see what you were messing with, Jason.
Chemical compound unknown.
What?
Who are these kids?
Who are they?
Potential recruits.
How can you even think this is a good idea?
You want to do to them what you did to me?
Turn them into a sidearm, a weapon?
Fuck them up in the head, or even worse, get them killed like Jason?
Do you know what this is?
No.
It's an unidentified chemical.
- A drug Jason was manufacturing, or trying to. - What?
He had a loft in Gotham. Did you know that?
- Probably not. - No.
A lab.
So I'm guessing this is what pushed him over the edge,
what sent him out there to get his fucking skull bashed in.
Oh, I, uh... I didn't know.
You didn't know because you don't care.
It doesn't matter to you.
You were already looking for a fucking replacement.
You want to be Robin again?
Do I want to be fucking Robin again?
No, I don't want to fucking be Robin again!
You know, Barbara was right.
You're just as bad as the Joker.
You and he have been poisoning this city together.
Dick, please.
I can't do this alone.
Then don't do it anymore, Bruce.
_
Another way Earth has Tamaran beat.
To Jason.
He started it, I ended it.
Ended what, Bruce?
But you know what he was doing as I caved in his skull?
He was laughing.
He laughed at me because he won.
You and Barbara were right.
It's all a game I should have stopped playing a long time ago.
It's over for me now.
It's over.
You see things I don't.
You saw that Jason was in trouble, that he was involved in something.
Because you cared more than I did.
The city is yours now.
You save it.
Do what I couldn't.
Be a better Batman.
Bruce.
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