Robin, B01.
The team looked up expectantly. When a grinning Robin somersaulted, dove, rolled, and cartwheeled, cackling through the entryway all the way to practice, they knew something was up.
"Well?" Conner asked, ever the cautious one.
"She came back to the Ma-or, Batcave." Robin grinned. The team cheered, raced over, and promptly bombarded the bird with questions.
"Is she coming here later?" "Is she okay?" "What's she been doing all this time?" "Will she continue on the team missions?"
"I dunno!" Robin called over them. "Jeez, I'm not a mind reader. Oh, but it might take her a few days to come back. She's trying to pull a Red Arrow and switch-up her costume. Because being on the news every night's not enough attention and she wants a logo, blah blah."
"She's changing her name? To what?" Artemis asked.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out," Rob sang evilly.
Before his teammates could question him further, Batman appeared from a zeta beam. "Team. Mission. It's the Joker."
"Come out and face justice!" Robin spat.
"Where's my new friend?" Joker pouted, seemingly disappointed.
"Nowhere near you," Artemis growled, "But I'm sure she'd visit you in prison. She's got a few words for you."
"I hope so." He grinned maliciously, chilling their blood. Oh, Jerra wasn't going anywhere near that man, not if Robin had anything to do with it. Why did Batman let this guy live again? Bru-Batman didn't have to kill him, sure, but this guy's earned capital punishment a thousand times over.
Kaldur snapped him out of it. "Team, go!"