Part 4
Bruce: Alfred, they know...
Alfred: About master Jason? He never really was plesant... Quite a brat actually.
Barbara: Like Dick...
Dick: Cut it out!
Barbara: You started it bratboy...
They both started giggling.
Tim: We just heard a story of death and your having a ha ahaha ahahahaha AHAHAHAHA!
Bruce: Laughing gas, silly gas? How is it getting in here?
A black energy shield blocked the vents from dispersing the devastating gas.
Bruce: Huh? I don't remember installing that feature...
After a few minutes the gas wore off and the energy shields faded. A message came up on the screen.
CHAT
Catboy4: Hi again... I'm sorry Tim Drake... I know you are Robin, I mean no harm... I am cursed with vast magical powers. I got a vibe that you were in trouble. That "attack" was really a psychic link forming. When you talked to me I predicted your death. A man in a red hood will visit you tonight with bad intentions.
Tim2r: Are you a superhero?
Catboy4: My intentions are good, but my powers could never be controlled.
Tim2r: If your power is so abundant, maybe you can help us with stopping this "vision" of yours...
Catboy4: I'll consider it an option. Goodbye.
CHAT ENDED
Tim: Future shock! My psychic friend predicted my death. A man in a red hood is coming here to kill us all!
Bruce: Today is the three year anniversary. He's back. He's broken the border between life and death. Nothing can stop him until he gets his revenge.
Dick: Psychic? What a load of -...
Barbara: Shh... What he's trying to say is that psychics wouldn't be online talking to you about your death. It just seems a little unbelievable.
Barbara heard a voice in her head.
Voice: I'm no joke... I'm here to help you all.
Barbara: On second thought, maybe Tim has a point.