When I got there, the situation was pretty much contained. Batgirl and Robin were fighting a incapacitating escapees, and Superman was stopping them from escaping. I watched the Kryptonian work. While it didn't seem so to the normal eye, he was so gentle with the criminals. I had trained Supergirl to fight, so I knew how strong Kryptonians could be. Superman was able to crush a car with his bare hands. The way he was handling these would-be escapees was the way a normal man would handle a butterfly or a small lizard. He was so gentle.

I landed on the edge of the bridge to access the island right on time. There were 6 or so inmates who had stolen an armored truck. I stood my ground as they sped up towards me.

"Oracle, brace for impact!" I said. I felt the suit stiffen up and latch itself into the ground. We had only tested this a few times, all successful results. but it definitely worried the shit out of me to be hit by a large truck.

The truck crunched as it hit me. The two inmates in the front flew out. The car came to a dead stop. I walked over the the two guys who had flown out of the car as the suit unbraced itself. They were still alive, though one of them seemed to have a broken neck. The other had a few broken ribs. I pulled a portable neck brace from my belt and hooked it to the one with the broken neck, then I used my special glue that Lucius Fox had invented to glue him to the ground for a few hours. I turned the other one onto his side and instructed him not to move.

I called the Batmobile, and used the hulking vehicle to block off the bridge. I ran over to the others, who were standing around a pile of unconscious escapees.

"So you're really Superman, huh?" Robin asked him. Superman laughed.

"Sure am, son!" He said gleefully.

"I didn't know we were allowed to be happy!" Jason interjected, glaring at me.

"I never said that!" I defended myself, "it was Bruce who taught me that too!"

Superman laughed, but suddenly stopped.

"I need to get back to metropolis." He told me, "We'll talk later."

He flew off, leaving us alone. I saw Commissioner Gordon, Batgirl's father, sitting with his hands on his head. He was clearly stressed. I walked over to him.

"Thank God you showed up, Batman." He said. He sounded sincere, but clearly he'd had way too many late nights. "With Superman too."

"Did anyone escape?" I asked, my voice changer scrambling my voice, transforming it into a deep, electronic growl.

"Wel… most didn't. Bane did. Croc. Scarecrow. Deadshot. I think that's everyone... Oh, no, wait, Harley Quinn too."

"Great… I muttered, especially at the last one. Quinn and I had-had a brief sexual fling when we were on the Suicide Squad together. I hadn't had to see her yet since then, but I was not looking forward to it.

Colonel Rick Flag, who was now director of ARGUS, had shut Waller and the Suicide Squad down since the whole Trigon incident. He decided that a woman who would possibly sacrifice the world to get her Task Force X back together should not be in charge. Waller had since gone into hiding before she could be court martialed for war crimes. Apparently, it was illegal to place bombs in people, even if they were criminals. Who would've thought? All the members of Task Force X had been either returned to their original containment, like Quinn and Lawton, or had been released for good behavior and because they had served their sentence, like Bronze Tiger.

It wasn't good that they'd escaped though.

The Commissioner had become an interesting case. He was ready to retire. Been a cop in Gotham too long. He'd probably figured out that I was Batman. After all, he had found out that I was the Dayhound back before I was with the Titans. Once Bruce died, I became the owner of Wayne Incorporated. The Dayhound disappeared. Gordon was a good cop and a great detective. It probably didn't take him long to find out that I was Batman. Then, once I started "dating" Barbara, his daughter, he probably figured out pretty quickly that she was Batgirl. But he still hadn't said anything to anyone. He was tired, getting old. I figure he probably just wanted to get through these last years of his job with as little complication as Gotham would let him.

As I started to walk away, the Commissioner called out to me.

"What about the bomb?" He asked me.

"I'll handle it." I muttered without turning. "Send me what you already know."

I walked towards the site of the explosion. It was the north wall, the one furthest from the city, closest to the ocean.

"What do we do now?" Batgirl asked, approaching with Robin.

"Batgirl, Go on patrol. Robin, you're with me."

"What!?" My sidekick asked disappointedly. "I want to kick ass, not do dumb detective stuff!"

"This is part of the job." I growled at him. "It's more important than kicking ass."

He muttered something indecipherable, but didn't complain anymore. Babs went off to go on patrol. I sighed.

I didn't know how Bruce did it. Dick was around Jason's age when he started doing this. Bruce made it look easy, raising Dick and Me. We were his soldiers. Followed almost every order, fearing failure and, for the most part, doing exactly as he said. We were disciplined. Jason was disciplined with Bruce too, but I just couldn't get him to follow me like we followed Bruce. It wasn't lack of respect, because he definitely respected me, but I suppose I just wasn't as capable a leader as he was. A great hero, but I worked best alone.

I looked as the bomb site, evaluating every piece of evidence carefully.

"Robin," I said, getting his attention. He ran over to my side. I was going to turn this into a teaching moment. "What do you think happened? What do you see?"

"Just the leftovers of an explosion, nothing special." He said.

"You need to look closer. Concentrate. Get in the bomber's head."

"I'm no good at this stuff!" He yelled in frustration. I walked over to him.

"Jason," I said calmly, "That's why we are doing this. One day, you are going to replace me. You need to know how to do it."

He was quiet, then sighed. He stood back up from the ground and started looking at the crime scene.

"Let's see…" He said calmly, "Not much evidence that I can see, but we can try and profile the bomber based on some pretty safe assumptions."

I remained silent.

"It has to be someone casual. Someone who could carry a large object up to the walls of the Asylum without anyone thinking twice. My guess is an employee. Probably not a guard, because they go through extensive background checks and training. It was probably a member of the cleaning crew, because they could push a cart around and no one would know if there was a bomb in there or not."

"Good." I told him, "What can you tell me about the bomb?"

"Well… if I'm right about the cleaning cart, the bomb had to be incendiary in nature, because there is no pieces of the cart left. There is enough ash though. It also had to be pretty big, to smash a hole in the wall, since incendiary bombs usually don't do much damage."

"So what do you think it was?" I asked, testing him. He was right. I had already figured all this out, I just wanted to let him do it too. "Maybe Napalm? Or maybe gasoline? That could make a big enough explosion."

"No, it couldn't have been either. There's no trace of flame still, and with napalm there would be. It doesn't smell like gasoline either. It just smells like flame, almost as though it burned naturally."

"So what is it then?"

"I remember Batman… the other one, mentioning a gunpowder from somewhere in China or Tibet or something that forms inside of trees. It is kind of a stretch, but that would be large enough."

"That's a good theory, but how would we prove that?" Though my voice remained emotionless, behind my helmet I was smiling. He was spot on.

"We could take samples of ash and take them back to the cave, but that would take a while. But I can't really think of anything else. And if we are wrong, that would be a waste of time."

"We can scan for organic samples. If it grows in a tree, then there will be organic traces left over. If there's organic traces, then it's very likely that you're right."

"You knew, didn't you?" He shouted, "Why did you make me come up with it?"

"I wanted you to know that you could do it." I told him, "And you're spot on. I have already scanned. There's a ton of organic matter left over. Once we take it back to the cave, we can figure out exactly what strain of the tree it's from, and what area that strain grows in."

"I outta blow you up!" He said angrily.

I laughed.

"You figured it out, didn't you?" I asked lightly, "Take a sample back to the lab. I have… other business to attend to. Keep your radio on. If there's any trouble, shoot me a text."

"Yes Sir." He said, as he ran back to his motorcycle with the sample in hand. After he sped away, I got into the Batmobile.