Hey guys, Alito Here!

Do you guys know how long its been since I've updated? Well, of course you guys do and I take full responsibility for that. I'm honestly in a shitty mood right now where my stomach has been killing me for a few days. I wanna say a stomach virus but hopefully it gets better soon after a doctor's visit.

Anyway, I'm sorry I've been so out of commission with this story. However, I do hope to finish it as soon as possible. After this chapter, I do believe I got about two more chapters until it's completed. So I hope you guys have enjoyed it so far.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own any of this. It's called 'fanfiction' for a reason.

Chapter 5: The Password is...

With no immediate leads on where to strike next, the girls were out of any other option but to call it a night and hope for a better tomorrow. They offered to help the Dark Knight and co. with their cave being in absolute shambles, but he insisted that they would take care of it themselves, while the girls get a good night's rest, and be ready tomorrow night in case of anything.

And so, they took refuge in an old, sleazy motel with thin drywall, and creaky beds to sleep on. It wasn't as bad as they had imagined it to be, however, they felt uncomfortable in the dingy setting. It was nothing like their rooms back in Beverly Hills, but they made do with what they had.

Sam had just stepped out of the shower in a simple nightgown and wet hair. Alex and Clover had already finished their showers and were dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, and an old tank top with sleep pants. Alex was messing around on her cellphone, while Clover was writing in her notebook for the assignment coming up.

"Phew! Well, it's no 5 star shower, but it definitely hit the spot!" Sam said as she fell on the bed that Clover was on.

"Yeah, well a sub-par shower isn't gonna be enough to help me get this paper done any quicker!" Clover said in a panic. "I mean, hellooo~ with all the crazy we've put up with, you'd think I'd have this paper done in no time! But, like, I'm not at all feelin' it! Sam, I REEEALLY wanna WIIIIN!-! Jenny Catour is calling meee~"

"Clover, right now, there are more bigger things to worry about then some gift card!" Sam nagged.

"Right, right, I know..." Clover said with a surrendered sigh. "Still, it'd be nice to rub those New Catour; Barron Collection, 6-inch heels in Mandy's snobby, wrinkly skinned face!"

"HA! I found it, guys!"

Sam and Clover looked towards Alex, who had jumped out of her bed with her phone in hand.

"Nice one, Alex!" Clover smiled brightly, as she too got up. "This is totally what I was looking for!"

"looking for what?" Sam asked, while still lying in the bed. "Please don't let it be about the shoes because now is a bad time..."

"First off; there is never a bad time for fashion..." Clover stated.

"...second; what I found was something Clover asked me to look up." Alex finished.

"See, I noticed something odd about the gaudy clothes those minions were wearing." Clover explained. "I just had to get a picture of it to check out later. Now it's all come back to me; it belonged to old fashion icon Tanya Plaidson!"

"That awful fashion designer who had that obsession with making plaid?" Sam remembered. "It was in her name after all...Didn't we find her after she mysteriously disappeared last week?"

"Yeah, we did, and she was a wreck." Alex recalled. "It was the one mission Jerry pulled the plug on when we mentioned her muttering something about clowns."

"You think that's weird, check out what she had to say about her final request." Clover explained. "She got a request from some dude named Johnny Doper. Now here's the kicker; this guy's stuff is mondo blank! No bank account, no social, no nothing! Not even an online account on twitter! Almost like—"

"—like he doesn't exist." Sam finished gravely. She quickly sat up and used her communicator right away to contact Jerry.

(Jerry) "Hello, Spies. How goes the mission so far?"

"About as good as this annoying essay we have to write is; needless to say; nowhere!" Clover complained.

"Jerry, we need to talk." Sam said. "It's about the mission involving Tanya Plaidson and her last client, Johnny Doper."

(Jerry) "Oh...I-I see..."

From the small screen on the communicator, they could see a giant wave of grief had just washed over Jerry. They too, were actually worried for their boss for a moment, as he looked as though he were hiding something from them.

"Jerry?" Alex asked worriedly.

Jerry took a deep breath and had a grave look on his face.

(Jerry) "Girls...I need you three to listen to me, and listen to me well."

The three gulped and nodded.

(Jerry) "The truth is...Had I known the gravity of Tanya's missing person's case, I never would've given the assignment to you. Especially with who was involved with it."

"...and just who exactly was involved?" Sam questioned.

(Jerry) "A mad man. A horrifying creature in a human body who cares little about the victims who are part of his insidious games...Johnny Doper isn't his real name. It is one of his many aliases. He goes by another name; one that strikes absolute terror into the streets of Gotham; The Joker."

The second that name registered in all three of their minds, they were quick to feel the same fear in their bones as Jerry did.

"T-The Joker...?" Alex uttered.

"Y-You mean that crazy clown guy?-!" Sam recalled. "I remember him upon reading the W.H.O.O.H.P handbook. He was placed as a class-S rank villain on the watchlist."

(Jerry) "I know I've asked you three to be absolutely careful before...but now I am making it an unprecedented imperative that you have Batman and his company on your side at all times. The Joker is not one to be trifled with."

"And right you are, old man~"

The sudden inclusion of another female voice caught them all by surprise as they quickly turned towards the window. The last image they saw was a figure in black, before something was sprayed into the room in a thick, white gas. The girls tried to hold their breaths, but were unable to take the smell. Sam immediately recognized it as chloroform, as she and the other spies had been subdued into a deep sleep.

(Jerry) "Girls?-! Girls!"

The communicator was picked up by a mysterious woman in all black, and with a cat-like helmet and orange goggles on. Over her face was also a breathing mask.

"Well, look who it is." The woman said through the mask. "How's it been, Jerr?"

A harsh scowl washed over Jerry's face upon seeing the woman.

(Jerry) "Catwoman...!"

"Aww, you do remember me. I'm touched." Catwoman said.

(Jerry) "How could I forget? You've made countless efforts to sneak through our main security, and have failed each and every time."

"What can I say; a girl loves a challenge."

(Jerry) "What's your play here, Catwoman? The girls have nothing to do with you."

"That's where you'd be wrong, Jerr." Catwoman said matter-o-factly. "These three have a very important role to play. can't say much on it though, don't want to spoil the surprise."

(Jerry) "If you lay a single hand on any of them, I'll-"

"I don't think you wanna finish that threat, Jerry. Try anything funny, and I'll give these kiddies more than just a bad hair day." Catwoman then pulled out a photograph from her suit's cleavage and showed it towards the monitor. "Now, I would get in contact with Mr. Wayne about this, buuut I figured you'd do that for me. Don't keep me waiting~ Ta-ta~"

Communications ended, leaving Jerry to sit at his desk unsure of what to do next.

He cursed himself for not being better prepared for a dire situation such as this. What was he thinking in letting the girls go to Gotham in the first place? He should've sent more proficient spies to do the job...unfortunately Sam, Alex, and Clover were his proficient spies. Now he was stuck with no way of sending help, otherwise the girls would be harmed. And with Joker involved, that madman will torture them.

He had no choice. He needed to make the call to his mole.

Back at the secondary base, the boys took the time to clean up the mess left by those goons, and keeping them locked up a makeshift containment chamber that was in a separate section of the cave, along with the passed out Killer Croc. they just hoped Croc didn't wake up with an appetite.

As Dick and Tim (both masked removed to reveal their true faces) went about fixing some of the damages done to the small cave, Bruce, with his cowl off, happened to notice his youngest Robin, Damian, looking over all the destruction that befell the second Batcave.

Bruce still approached his son; knowing full well what he had been so bent out of shape about.

"Are you alright, Damien?" Bruce asked.

"Yes...I'll live..." Damien replied solemnly.

"Something's on your mind." Bruce figured. "Talk to me."

Damien was hesitant to be upfront about his feelings. Nevertheless, he sighed and turned to Bruce with a look of shame.

"I...I failed." Damien explained with head held down, "That abomination of a sewer dweller attacked with all of Joker's goons. This all was on my watch."

Damien looked up at the destroyed cave as Bats had begun to return to their nesting places.

"This place...it felt like my own dwelling. I felt I had a responsibility to look after it and I failed to protect it properly...I have no right to explain my failure...The fault lies with me, father. I should have been prepared for such an outcome. I am ashamed to call myself a Robin tonight."

Bruce stood before the young boy and looked down at him. For a moment Damien fearfully expected the Dark Knight to either scold him harshly. It was expected of failure with Ras' Al Ghul.

Instead, Bruce simply placed a hand onto the young boy's shoulder as he looked up at him. Damien could only see a warm smile on his father's face, that took him by surprise.

"What matters is that you're okay. A slight mishap is better than a lost life." Bruce said.

"But what about—"

"We'll find it. Both the Equalizer and the ones responsible." Bruce assured him. "We just need to be patient. For now, I'm very proud of you for the bravery you showed tonight."

Damien wasn't use to the kind words after such a failure. Despite him not living up to the demands of his father, rather then be scolded, he tells the boy he did well. Damien did not know what do do with that, and instead only nodded. "Yes, sir..."

In that brief moment of peace and quiet, and ringer went off somewhere. Everyone's eyes had settled on the origin of the chiming sound, and found it coming from Dick.

"Oh, man...! Uh, 's-scuse me, guys!" Dick said with a nervous smile that reeked of suspicion.

Dick ran towards a more secluded place to where he could get some privacy to talk on his phone.

"Yeah?"

(Oracle) "Dick, we got a problem."

"Oh, yeah, 'cause tonight was going so well as it was..." Dick sighed. "What's up, Babs?"

(Orcale) "It's W.H.O.O.H.P. They just contacted me here. They said Catwoman was on the prowl and took the three spy girls."

"What? Why?" Dick wondered.

(Oracle) "Dunno. But he says it involves something called...'Zinotheum'."

The moment those words left her mouth, Dick almost dropped his phone. Suddenly, a wave of anxiety had overshadowed him from head to toe. He gulped before speaking on the phone again. "D-Did you just say zinotheum?"

(Oracle) "Yeah. What is that? I've got no data on it..."

"It's an unstable compound."

Dick was almost startled by the sudden voice that came from behind him. He didn't even need to bother to look behind him to see the others had followed him and stood right behind him. Dick sighed and figured there was no need to hide anymore secrets; not that it mattered since Bruce was bound to figure it out already.

"Zinotheum is very rare to come by these days ever since the manufacturer of it had recently passed away." Bruce explained. "Now there's only a few of them left in the world. Alone, it's useless, but combined with the Equalizer, it has the potential to spread a toxic gas that could wipe out the entire city."

"So that's why this Scam-guy came to Gotham." Tim figured. "He wanted the last thing needed to power the canon."

"But why would Scam wanna decimate the people of Gotham?" Dick wondered.

"Arrogance." Damien answered with all eyes on him. "He's like my Grandfather; all he wants is to stroke his ego in creating a canon that would bring his name to higher pastures."

(Oracle) "That's not all..."

The phone was now on speaker for the boys and Bruce to hear. The monitor to the phone turned on, and it showed a young woman with ginger orange hair, and glasses on her blue eyes. She was surrounded with monitors, hard drive systems, and keyboards to different computers all surrounding her.

(Oracle) "It seems Penguin wasn't the only one interested in Scam's plans as you guys have already noticed."

Bruce looked over his shoulders at the mess Joker's gang made. "We noticed."

(Oracle) "Word somehow got around to Joker that Scam was in Gotham, making the Equalizer. He must've figured for something as dangerous as Zinotheum, you guys would have it. Which is probably one of the reasons he attacked your second base and took Scam as a bonus."

"But why kidnap the girls too?" Tim wondered. "Does Joker think they could be of some valuable information for the canon?"

"No...they're bait." Bruce figured out. "He had Selina kidnap the girls and is using them as bait until he gets the zinotheum from me."

"So...what will we do?" Dick asked. "No way we can just give it to him."

"Of course we won't give it to him, Grayson." Damian said with a haughty attitude. "That would be reckless, juvenile, and ultimately idiotic."

"and that's exactly what we're gonna do."

All three of the boys eyed Bruce as if he said the most insane thing they'd ever heard...which wasn't too far from the truth. Bruce figured they wouldn't get the gist of the plan.

"We'll give it to him, but he'll have second thoughts about it." Bruce said, "Here's the plan..."

The dark, drizzled night was a staple for Gotham. It was no different for an abandoned Amusement Park that sat just beyond a rickety old bridge over a bayou from the confines of Gotham City. Beyond the old entrance that read "Joker's Fun House" Was a giant wooden roller coaster with some of the cars hanging off of the edge of the destroyed structure. On one side there was a large tilt-a-whirl with splatters of red 'ink' on it.

Sitting at the top of the entrance to the amusement park, under a tarp; were two goons who were suppose to be keeping watch, but were instead messing about while playing cards and having their own conversations. Dressed in clown, themed outfits, the two had their guns held to the side.

"Hey, uh, shouldn't we be lookin' out for anythin'?" One goon said.

"Naw, it's cool. With our luck, Joker probably did away with them girls already." Said the second goon.

"Yeah, ya right. But ya know Batman's probably gonna show up at some point." Just mentioning his name made the goon look around cautiously. "I mean, it is the obvious thing he'd do, right?"

"Yeah, but we got plenty of men on guard tonight. Ain't no way he's gonna get through—huh?"

Just off the corner of his eye, the second goon happened to have seen something swoop right past him from outside the entrance to the amusement park.

"The heck was that?" He questioned.

"What?"

"Thought I saw somethin'."

The goon ran over towards the other side of the gate and looked down at the gaggle of goons that were all stationed just inside the entrance. There were about ten to twenty of them that were all armed to the teeth with either guns or sharper weapons; all dressed in clown-themed street clothes.

"Yo! We got company out there!" The goon called. "I think it's Ba—"

That was all the goon could say, before something had yanked him back and the sounds of both him and the other goon's agonizing cries echoed for all the other henchmen to hear. Neither even seemed to have time to use their guns. This set off the alarms in all of the goons collective heads as they readied up with their guns cocked and weapons armed.

All was silent in the midst of the entrance with not a single sound save the drizzling rain coming down. It was far too quiet for any of their taste.

Then, out of nowhere, there was a quick zipping sound just up above them. They all turned their attention upward in time to see some kind of copter fly above. It looked like a drone but was in the form of...a red bird.

"Oh, crap!" One of the goons yelled.

Their reactions were correct. From the drone rained down dozens of small metal orbs that descended at speeds that resembled flies coming down towards them. The orbs all zipped right onto the guns of each and every one of the thugs like magnets before they all erupted into small blast. Each one completely destroyed their semi-automatics into unusable scraps of metal. The henchmen were so caught off guard by their guns blowing up in their hands, that they failed to notice the incoming force that slammed into the closest thug near the door.

The thug was thrown into the crowd of goons, catching the attention of the guards. To their surprise, they saw not the feared and menacing Dark Knight, but instead one of his wards.

"I'd ask you to walk away, but I know that's not gonna happen." Said Red Robin. "Whatever then. Even nerds could use a good work—"

"Where's Batman?-!" One of them said pointing his blade around.

"He could be anywhere, man! Look up!"

The goons all did so as they feverishly looked around for any trace of the Dark Knight looming about. Red Robin looked at them in absolute distraught at how easily they turned their attention away from him like he wasn't even there.

"...out." R. Robin finished.

"H-Hey! Wait a minute!" One of them realized. "The lil birdy is all alone. And he's not even one of the tougher ones."

Soon all the thugs began to realize just how lucky they were that it had only been one of the Robins who decided to challenge them. Wicked grins all formed on their faces as they slowly walked towards the Boy Wonder; thirsty for his blood.

R. Robin sighed. "Alright, you asked for this."

Without warning, R. Robin extended his hand, and from a gadget on his wrist, a grapnel rope shot out to grab one of the goons by the shoulder, and send him flying back onto his butt like the fool he was.

In that moment, R. Robin threw forward a smoke bomb that immediately ignited into a billow of thick smoke that surrounded the entire front half of the entrance; submerging the other thugs into it. Multiple coughs and gagging filled the smog.

In the mist, the sound of something extending had sounded and then came the brutal hits of a metal quarterstaff slamming into dumb goons heads and ribs. As the smoke began to thin out, R. Robin was finally able to be seen defeating multiple enemies with only his staff and physical skill. He had displayed the years of working with Batman, while allowing the muscle memory training that Nightwing taught him to fully take over.

One by one, each of the goons had been knocked out and taken down by R. Robin with broken bones and fractures craniums in his wake. There was no stopping the quarter staff from swinging into multiple thugs.

Finally, R. Robin finished off the last of the goons by planting his staff into his stomach and putting him on the ground.

"Augh...! God, p-please stop!" The last goon yelled.

"Oh, I will." R. Robin said in his most threatening voice. "But first, you tell me what I wanna know. What's the first letter?"

"Ugh...! I-It's 'S'! Y'know, like the letter on that one guy's chest from Metropolis! Y-Y'know, I-I hear he's outta town in Japan somewhere, workin' with some weird chick in a sailor costume or some—"

R. Robin silenced the thug with a hard hit to the head with his staff; knocking him out for a long nap.

R. Robin pressed his ear communicator and spoke into its speaker. "Batman, I got the first letter; it's 'S'."

Keeping guard within one of the carnival areas, filled with concession games and prizes hung on every corner, A group of thugs gathered with guns and clown-themed get-ups kept a close eye for anything that even resembles a bat or a bird. After word traveled of 's attack near the entrance, the entire amusement park was on high alert. As such, the goons were huddled in a circle—back-to-back, ready for anything

"Keep an eye out, you guys." said one of the goons. "We dunno where one of 'em might strike."

"Hey, long as it ain't the Bat freak, I'm good." said another goon.

"But what if it's one of those other bird sidekicks?" Said the third goon.

"Ha! After what Joker did to the second bird boy? Doubt any of 'em wanna piece of the joker." Said the fourth goon.

"Yeah, they're too chicken to think about comin' here." Said the fifth.

"Ha, might as well call 'em chickens instead of birds!" Said the sixth.

"Chickens are birds ya moron!" Replied the fourth.

"Nuh-uh!" goon six.

"Uh-huh!" goon fourth.

"Actually, they are birds. Just flightless."

"See? Thanks for sayin'—Hey, wait a—!"

The fourth goon was promptly sent flying across the air and into the nearby carnival games with a cloud crash.

The rest turned to see the one responsible being the black-clad, bludhaven smart mouth himself.

"But a Nightwing? Oh, we're a lot more versatile." He smirked, pulling his twin escrima sticks out.

"Light 'em up!"

Before any of them could make a move, Nightwing had already dropped a smoke bomb to cover his tracks. THe entire carnival space had filled with billows of smoke that made it near impossible to see a thing. Unexpected to the coughing crooks, the smoke had quickly cleared, and the absence of Nightwing was more than apparent.

"Where'd he go?-!" One of them yelled, "Where'd he freakin' go?-!"

"I dunno! Keep a lookout!" Said another goon.

"He could be anywhere!" Said a third.

"Yeah, he could even be right behind you!"

"Yeah, he could be—Now hold on a—"

Just as before, one of the thugs was grabbed by an arm and thrown towards the rest of the goons like a rag doll. In the confusion of the thugs being put on their butts, Nightwing threw a gizmo that split into multiple small orbs. They all flew onto their guns, before igniting into explosives.

Aw, no! Our guns are jammed!" Yelled one of them.

"The reigning champ of understatements, aren't you?" Nightwing quipped.

"Screw it! Get 'em!"

The thugs all came at the black n blue vigilante in full force. That was just what he wanted.

Easily, Nightwing made his way through the lot of them with the grace of an acrobat, and the style of a man worthy of Batman's ex-partner. His escrima sticks glowed with the flow of electricity to quickly subdue his enemies. He missed the feeling of his suit compared to his time as a secret agent. There was a sense of freedom that he desperately missed.

Once all was done, Nightwing had stood amongst fallen thugs, with only one trying to crawl away with a broken leg.

"Oh, no ya don't." Nightwing said. He quickly made a grab for the back of his collar and forced him onto his one good knee with an electrified escrima in his whimpering face.

"P-Please, man! L-Let me go!" He begged.

"I could do that, but first I'm gonna need two things from you. Think you can help?" Nightwing asked.

"Oh, y-you mean the letter! I-It's 'C'! The second letter's 'C.'!"

"Good, good. Now the second thing I want; the girls' location." Nightwing threatened, bringing the escrima closer. "That won't be too hard, would it?"

In a small chill space in a room full of crates, a group of bad men were enjoying their break from the annoyance of guard duty. Stripped of their big guns, and their make-up, the few goons in the room were left to their own devices of games on their phones, and playing cards on a small table in the center. if not for the single lamp above them, the room would've been submerged in shadows like the corners.

"Ya hear Batman's boys are in the amusement park?" One of the henchmen mentioned.

"Yeah, I did. But I ain't worried." Said another. "This place is secured; not even Batman would know we're in here, let alone his sidekicks."

"Apparently their goin' after the ones who know the code towards the boss' main office. Aren't you one of 'em, Boogie?"

"Yeah, but I doubt they'd ever find us in here." Boogie said nonchalantly. "Its a top secret panic room."

Boogie had spoken too soon. For what awaited him was a hard wack across his skull that knocked him out of his seat. The others were all startled as they saw their commander fall, and standing before him, feet planted in their groaning boss' gut, was the young ward of Batman; dull-bladed katana and all.

"Alright, you sharlotons." Robin said with his sword pointed at all of them. "Which. One. Wants. to. Play?"

They all came running at Robin foolishly, still unaware that this Robin was a trained assassin with a practice katana stopping him from killing the lot of them. Robin easily made his way through the goons with little to no issue. Damien was told not to kill a single one of the goons, but he said nothing about broken bones and hard-to-recover injuries.

With ease, Robin had swung his dull-bladed Katana into the last goon's ribs, and watched him fall to the ground.

Though he was quite proud of his work, there was still the matter of the password. He walked back towards Boogie, who was still conscious enough to speak. Robin grabbed him by the collar, with his sword pointed under his neck.

"What's the password?" Robin demanded. "I won't ask a second time."

"Y-You crazy kid!" He grunted. However, all that did was bring the blade closer to his throat. "A-Aright, alright! I-It's 'A'! That's all I know!"

Robin smirked. "Good. You've served your purpose."

Robin was just about to smack the goon across the head, when all of a sudden, he heard the door burst open from behind him. In came a bunch of clown-faced goons with guns aimed at Robin.

"Freeze!" One yelled. "Make a move and we'll fill ya with holes! Now drop the sword."

Damien cursed his luck. He had allowed himself to be caught off guard again. With his options limited and no way to throw a smoke bomb down in time, he resorted to the only thing he could do.

He dropped his sword, and let go of the goon with his hands up. Slowly, Robin turned to face the gun-toting clown men, who weren't too pleased with the unconscious bodies lying around.

"Ha, ha! We got 'em!"

"Now what do we do?"

"We bring 'em to Joker, of course."

"Heh, I can't wait to see what he does to this Robin."

The words were trivial to Damien. He would've preferred they get the chatter over and done with and simply take him to their leader so that he could end this scuffle once and for all.

However, even Robin could not predict what happened next.

Suddenly, from right behind him, Robin heard the sound of a gun firing. Even he had to admit, he was about to pee himself from how close it was. He had believed they had shot him. However, he felt no pain, nor any kind of sensation from a bullet wound.

Instead, he was cognitive enough to see something rush past him, with guns blaring at the lot of them. The guards tried to get a shot on him, but this figure was far too fast for them to keep up. Robin could not believe how fast and ruthless this stranger was towards the Joker minions. He was brutal, but had training to go with it. But this guy? He was all brutal, and no compassion for his enemies at all.

The last goon, tried to run, but was grabbed by the back of his collar and thrown onto the table with the deck of cards.

He breathed heavily as he squirmed in the presence of this odd stranger. He slowly approached the light and revealed himself to Damien.

It was a man—dressed in black boots, jeans with gun holsters, a brown leather jacket, and a pair of ballistic gloves. Over his head was a red helmet with white eye openings.

"Alright, scumbag." The mysterious figure said, putting one of his guns to the frightened thug's temple. "What's the last letter?"

"I-I'm n-not suppose t-t-t—"

"—t-t-t, what are you, a clock?" The gun was pointed under the goon's throat, causing him to physically shake. "What's. The last. letter? Tell me now, or my trigger finger will start to stutter."

"O-Okay, I'll talk!" The goon yelled. "It's 'M'! There!"

"Appreciate that." The red-masked man said, as he threw him off the table.

Without warning, the man simply pulled the trigger and did away with the man like garbage.

In that moment, Robin grabbed his sword off the ground and grabbed one of his shuriken in case he needed it, in preparation for a fight.

The red-masked man saw this, and put his hands up in surrender. "Relax. I'm on your side."

"Our side isn't too fond of guns." Robin said, showing no fear of his adversary.

"Rubber bullets, kiddo." He assured Robin. "Hurts like hell, but it won't kill 'em if you hit 'em in the right spots."

"Be that as it may, you're not going anywhere." Robin said, pointing his sword at him. "Now drop the guns, and come with me."

"Sorry, boy wonder, but this is gonna have to wait." The red-masked man said. "Gotta go. Oh, and if you see 'em...tell Bruce Red Hood says 'hi.'"

Without warning, billows of smoke had exploded around Damien's feet, forcing him to block his eyes and mouth. He tried to swat the smoke away with sword, while running out of the smoke.

Once he could finally see again, Robin had found the room was empty of the mysterious Red Hood. He cursed himself for being tricked so easily, but wondered when he had the time to even throw down smoke bombs without Damien's knowledge. It seemed there was still much training Damien had to do. But what worried him more was how he knew his father's true identity.

All the letters had been aligned.

Batman had been able to put each one in. He had to admit; he had doubts that the boys would be able to get all the letters so quickly.

He at least was able to spend the time waiting with some foolish Joker goons. Enough to form a crowd across the floor, in the hallway leading to Joker's office. The decorum was carnival meets classic renaissance...if it were defiled by graffiti and the words 'Ha-Ha-Ha' in green.

Regardless, Batman had successfully put the letters into the digital safe.

S.C.A.M

"Of course..."

Batman had heard the chime that assured him the door was able to be opened. However, he would soon discover that there was still a feline playmate he had to take care of, who just dropped from an opening in the ceiling; whip and all.

"Hello, Bats." Catwoman smiled.

The Dark Knight let out a sigh as he turned to face the illustrious cat burglar.

"We can't keep doing this, Catwoman."

"Oh, don't worry, Bats..." She said, cracking her whip. "...this'll be the last time."