Need to Know

Chapter 1:

"Is everyone in place?" a deep, brooding voice sounded over the communicator. Batman found out earlier that 3 armed robberies were happening simultaneously in completely different parts of the crime-filled Gotham City.

"Yeah, Old Man! Golden Boy and I are near the docks." Jason said. In the background, Nightwing, also known as Dick Grayson loudly exhaled.

"Yes, Batman, Robin and I are around Wayne Enterprises." Tim, now known as Red Robin, responded.

"Good." Bruce's deep, masked voice sounded. Batgirl and I are near Crime Alley. Send a signal when what's done is done." Bruce ordered.

He took his finger off the communicator and glanced over at Stephanie Brown who was looking at the targeted building with her binoculars.

"Anything?" Bruce asked the platinum blonde Batgirl. She switched the settings continuously on the goggles from infrared, to ultraviolet, back to night vision.

"Not really…I'm surprised they haven't set off any alarms yet…They've"- RIIIIINNGG!

Stephanie and Bruce quickly turned their attention towards the jewelry store.

"I guess that's our cue!" Stephanie said. Batman dove down and glided to the skylight, followed by Stephanie. They crashed through the glass window panes and softly landed on the marble, tiled floor of the jewelry store.

"JEEZ, RED! Even when you don't mean to turn the Bat signal on, YOU DO!" Harley yelled at her friend and female partner in crime, Poison Ivy. Ivy scowled at Harley as she clenched the valuable jewels in her arms.

"Ugh! Forget it!" Harley snapped. She dropped the gems to the ground and came straight at Stephanie. Batgirl, being in the position Batman had been teaching her, ducked as the jester lunged for her. Harley was able to catch her footing, but it wasn't until Stephanie jammed her foot into the red and black clown's ankle when she fell. Stephanie quickly rose to her feet and knocked Harley out, stringing her from a lamp post outside as Batman dealt with Ivy. Poison Ivy dropped her jewelry to the ground and slowly prowled to the Dark Knight's side.

"Oh, Batman…you know you don't want to hurt little old me…" Ivy seduced. She then put her palm up to her pursed lips and blew pheromones in the detectives face. Batman pulled his head back and blinked 3 times. His eyes began to dilate and an unusual expression grew on the caped crusader's face. He leaned in closer as her scheming eyes looked into his. She pursed her lips, ready to give the dark knight the revenge all rogues have wanted to give him. Batgirl gasped as she walked in, fully aware as to what was about to happen. Before Batman and Ivy's lips could meet, he jabbed his knee into her abdomen, causing her to clench the recent wound. The crusader then grabbed her by her blood red hair, to lift up her head as Batgirl came up behind her, hitting a pressure point, sending her to the blackness of unconsciousness. Stephanie and Bruce looked at each other, trying to catch their breath. Not before long, the sirens of the cop cars began to sound. Both Steph and Bruce grappled to the smashed roof of the jewelry store and waited to hear back from the others.

"Hey, Bats…Big Bird and I are finished at the docks." Jason informed. In the background, an even louder huff from the background sounded.

"So you're referring me to Sesame Street characters now?" Dick asked irritably.

"Wing boy, remember? We talked about this earlier with everyone else…be nice!" Jason taunted. Just as the conversation between Dick and Jason stopped, Tim came online.

"Okay Batman, Robin and I are done here…where do we meet now?" Tim asked.

"The cave…now." The caped crusader ordered. Batman turned off his communicator and headed to the bat mobile with Stephanie following.

Not long after, the Bats and Birds were standing in a semi- circle around the Bat Computer where Barbara Gordon, also now known as Oracle, was sitting. She stared at the computer, skimming through the information she had already uncovered.

"So, Bruce and Steph found Harley and Ivy, Tim and Damian found Mad Hatter and Scarecrow, and Dick and Jason found Two Face and Joker…" Barbara informed

"Quite a pair up…" Dick retorted.

"Before Damian and I took down the Mad Hatter, I remember him talking about a man named Arthur…" Tim remembered. Stephanie's heart jumped out of her chest, leaving her speechless. Questions spun around in her head as she questioned why her father, Cluemaster was not with the Injustice League.

Noticing Stephanie's quietness, Tim looked at her. Jason, looking at Tim, followed his gaze and he too started to look at Stephanie. Her face became red and felt like it was over a boiling pot of water. The pressure of what seemed like an hour of stare downs had finally broken her. She began to hyperventilate, and the next thing she remembers is her eyes becoming heavy. She remembered the terrified expression on Tim's face as she began to drop to the floor and then saw nothing but darkness.

"STEPH!" Tim and Jason harmonized as her head crashed into the Cave's floor.

All of the team members ran to Stephanie's side. Dick and Jason began fanning her off while Bruce and Tim checked her pulse and vital signs.

"Pulse Rate is high…everything else is fine as far as vital signs." Bruce informed in a serious manner.

"Will she be alright?" Barbara asked as she quickly wheeled herself to Bruce's side.

"I think she will, Babs. She just fainted." Tim reassured.

"Damian, get Alfred." Bruce ordered.

He scooped Stephanie into his arms and brought her upstairs, putting her into one of the bedrooms. Alfred immediately came up and gave Steph a quick check up based on his knowledge of First Aid and countless experiences with Bruce and his injuries. Alfred immediately pushed everyone out to work on the girl.

Just as Alfred closed the door, Tim rushed to the door, stopping himself with his hand. He lowered his head to the ground as Jason and Dick tried to comfort him. They rubbed his back and consoled their younger brother.

Hours were passing and the sun was rising. Tim never went to bed last night, not knowing was to expect from what had just happened. He sat in the hall all night, waiting for Alfred to reassure him with god news. Finally, Alfred came out of the room, and shut the door behind him. Tim stood up and met Alfred in the middle of the hall.

"How is she?" he asked eagerly.

"Just a slight concussion, Master Tim. She should be better in the next 24 hours." Alfred informed him.

Tim was finally able to breathe. He took a sigh of relief and expanded his mouth to a slight grin.

"Would you like to see her, Master Tim?" Alfred asked.

"It's like you read my mind, Al!" Tim replied. Alfred turned back around and quietly opened the door. As Tim walked in, he noticed the smiling face of the blonde haired girl he always recognized. Her head was wrapped in bandages as she lay underneath the sheets of the bed.

"Hey, Boy Wonder!" she said as her grin grew wider.

"Hey, Stephie." Tim said as he grinned back. "Feeling better?"

Stephanie scrunched her face up. "I think…I…I actually can't really remember what happened before hand…"

"We were discussing the possibilities of who was behind the huge theft by the rogues' gallery." Tim tried to explain. Stephanie only had gotten more confused. Jason began to walk in the room, quietly as Tim and Steph talked.

"…Arthur Brown..." Tim tried again, "Your father?" Stephanie scoffed.

"Don't be silly! My father isn't capable of doing that!" she said with a doubtful smile on her face. The grin faded away as she noticed Jason. Stephanie quickly stood up. Tim held his hands near her in case she fell. Her first few steps were to try to maintain her balance. As she stabled herself, she walked over to her bag that was on a chair, zippered it up, and threw it on her shoulder.

"I think it's time for me to go…" she said, looking at Tim.

"Oh, well, I could drive you. You just had a concussion and who knows what else you might have forgotten." Tim offered.

"Oh, no! I think I'll be fine" Stephanie declined. She quickly walked out the door of the Manor, hopped in to her car and drove off. Tim watched her as her car left the drive way off into Gotham city. He turned around to find Jason, who was leaning on the wall the whole time. He had a grin that reached from ear to ear. Tim threw his arms up in the air.

"What?" he asked.

"Dude! You just got rejected!" Jason laughed. Tim grimaced at his older brother.

"She probably was just a little disoriented. Just wanted to get home." Tim tried to ration.

"But don't you find it kindda funny how she knows who everyone is EXCEPT her dad? She EVEN remembers how to drive." Jason ruled out.

"I guess her dad really didn't have a big impact on her life, therefore causing her not to remember him?" Tim still tried to find a logical answer.

"Did your head get stuck in the mask?" Jason retorted, "It's obvious she's hiding something! Why won't you accept that?" Jason's voice began to rise.

"Because she ALREADY told us her life story!" Tim yelled. Jason's eyes grew wide on Tim's sudden outburst.

"Besides," Tim began in a quieter voice, "She knows she can tell me anything…I was the one she trusted…the one she loved…" Tim's face saddened. Jason picked his body off the wall and slowly walked over to this younger brother. As Tim's head lowered, a single teardrop fell from his face to the floor.

Jason hesitated, unknowing how to comfort Tim. He slowly put his hand on Tim's back and gave it a few awkward pats. Tim wiped his face.

"Don't worry…" Jason tried to comfort Tim, "she'll come around. I'll talk to her." Jason consoled. Tim looked up at his older brother. Jason nodded, reassuringly.

"I'll find out…"

A/N: so that was the first chapter to this sequel of the original one shot I made before called Therapy Session. I'd again, like to thank Spoiler1001 for giving me this idea of a sequel to her original idea of Therapy Session! And I hope you liked it, and I wish you all a good day and happy holidays. I would also like to take the time out to recognize the mass murder at an Elementary School that was in Newtown Connecticut. It's tragic to know that these children will not ever be able to experience the successfulness in life they were striving to achieve. I'm also worried for the children who had to witness it. I was in there shoes a few weeks ago and the images of my old classmate getting hit by a car just replays in my head. i'm going to finish this note with a Rest in Peace and I hope everyone has a happy holiday!