Tim knew what to do. He threw beautiful Priscilla to the floor. Before she even hit the ground, Tim kicked the gun out of the waiter's hand.

"GAH!" shouted the waiter,

Priscilla's head fell to the cold dancefloor, and she let out an angelic whimper. Tim turned around. Even sprawled on the floor, Prisiclla Payen looked like a model posing. All around them people's conversations stopped. Everyone was whispering. Some lady shrieked as the gun slid over to where everyone could see it.

"He has a gun!" Tim screamed.

Just then, he felt a fist hit his face. The waiter was attacking him! Luckily, he was Robin : The Boy Wonder, and he delivered a signature roundhouse kick which sent the waiter flying into a table of delicacies.

Johnothan ran up onn to the dance floor. "Someone call the police!" He bent down and cradled Priscilla's head. He whispered some stuff to her, but Tim wasn't paying attention.

"Jesus! My head! It hurts!" Priscilla yelled. "This floor is too hard and cold! Tell whatshisface, that freak who owns the joint, he'll be hearing from my lawyers!"

Tim sighed and went over to her. He reached down to help her up. On his face there was a smile.

"Sorry our date got a little exciting." he teased.

"Get away!" Priscilla snapped, slapping his hand away. "I can't believe you PUSHED ME! I'll sue you! You get ready for it, Timothy Drake! I'll have everything from you!"

A man and a woman rushed to Priscilla's side. Tim guessed these people were Martha and Brandon. They had confused looks on their faces. Tim noticed that they weren't dressed as nicely as Priscilla or her butler. How odd. These family friends must be poorer, he assumed with his detective skills.

"It's time to go home, Miss…" Johnathan said, patting her shoulder.

Tim frowned and walked away. By the time he made it up the stairs to the exit, three police cars and an ambulance were already outside. They rushed the doors. Tim moved to get out of their way—he thought he recognized officer Renay Montoya in the crowd. Then he left.

Tim wandered to a little black alley where the R-Cycle was hidden. It was getting pretty late. Alfred would be all sorts of angry if he came home too late on a school night. He revved the bike one time before looking up in the sky.

There, up the in the sky, was the bat signal!

"This city…it never ends…"

He had to quick-change in the dank alley. With just a mask and a cape, Tim transformed into Robin. He sped off downtown, where the GCPD building was (Gotham City Police Department)

Up on the smoky rooftops, the crimson sky of Gotham City covered every sightline. It looked like a gothic bowl of blood was submerging the city, like a satanic snowglobe. The only light, the only hope, that brightened the sinister city was one bat-shaped silhouette embittering the dark clouds above.

Commissioner Gordon was an old, grey-haired man in a long brown coat. He took a big breath from his cigar, when suddenly he heard something behind him.

"Who's there!?" he yelled as he drew his gun.

In the darkness, Robin put his hands up and smelled.

"It's just me Commissioner. I'm sorry I scared you."

Commissioner Gordon sighed with relief. He took off his glasses and wiped them as he talked.

"You're late, Boy Wonder."

"What?"

"I said you're late, Boy Wonder" The Commissioner chuckled at his own little joke. "Batman already appeared." He put the glasses back on. Then, as he was walking he touch the bat-light that rested on the roof and switched it off. The night sky went dark once more. "Batman's already taken care of the situation. We had a good talk—I guess I can get you up to speed."

"If you don't mind…" Robin said sheepishly.

"Well, first of all, there was an attempted shooting at the Iceburg Lounge tonight. Thank Christ a concerned citizen was there to disarm the man. He was going to kill Priscilla Payne, and heiress from out of town. Have you heard of her?"

Tim smirked. "I may have heard of her."

"She's a stunning young lady. You might be interested!" Gordon laughed. "Anyway, a hired shooter made an attempt on her life. Luckily, she was okay…" He looked away and looked sad. "I wish I could say the same for her poor father…"

Robin stepped forward, out of the shadows. "What!?" His mouth slammed open with shock.

Gordon bowed his head. "Steven Payne from PayneCo. HE was here on business. While his daughter was away on a date, he had a business meeting with Bruce Wayne at Wayne Towers." With an old, wrinkly hand, Comissioner Gordon pointed off to the city horizon. Robin followed the point to the great building…the one with the shining "W" on top. Wayne Enterprises.

"What happened?" he pressed, trying not to sound too shaken.

"As far as we know, the meeting went well. Bruce Wayne said in an interview that they reached an agreement. He offered to have Steven stay a while for some coffee…but Mr. Payne had to go. He said he needed to pick up his daughter. Then, when he walked outside the building someone drove by with a gun."

Tim brought a gloved hand to his shocked mouth. "Two shooters…one at Wayne Towers…and the other…"

"…At the Iceberg Lounge. Exactly. We think this was a planned attack to get both Paynes out of the way. Our only single question now is who? And why?"

"Mr. Gordon…I know Priscilla Payne is alright. But…her father…?"

The Comissioner turned. His eyes looked serious and tired.

"Our Officers are driving Miss Payne directly from the Iceberg Lounge to the hospital. We'll let her know then. He was killed in the shooting."

a/n: OMG Hello everyone! I worked really hard and really fast to get this chapter done, so I'm sorry if I made a few mistakes. I'll probably go back and edit it later lol! I took a little break, but now I am back!

The next chapter is gonna be extra long to make up for it I LURV YUUUUUUUUUUU GUYYYYYYYYYZYZZZZZZZ