Chapter 30

Gotham; October 1st, 01:38 EST

She found herself standing on the roof of a very familiar building that she was quite fond of, her cape snapping in the wind. Her folded arms were resting against her chest as she stared at the street below, lost in her thoughts that refused to release their grip on her.

Traffic was a little heavier than was typical for that time of night, but it wasn't anything that sparked any sort of suspicion in her. There were far too many other things consuming her at that moment than the pattern of traffic flow at nearly two in the morning.

She may be in Gotham City, but her mind was still at home, filled with worry about what was going on there. She couldn't contain the churning in her gut or the niggling in the back of her mind that told her something was very wrong. While there had been worries and doubts, she hadn't wanted to believe that it could be true.

Now, she wasn't so sure.

Spending time with Tim this evening had aroused her apprehension, awakening a fight or flight response in her. The fine hair on the back of her neck had prickled with the feel of his eyes watching her as she had moved about his bedroom, boring straight into her back as sure as the steak knife that he'd had a death-grip on.

She'd tried to tell herself that she was making more of this than it probably was. She imagined Tim was just having a difficult time adjusting to being home after the trauma he'd endured at the hands of the Joker. The tension that she'd felt in the room had been born out of her own worry for what Joker had actually done to him.

Tim had not spoken to anyone about what had happened to him, the family loathe to push him too much into revealing what he'd endured. The extent of his injuries had given them a pretty good idea, but they still needed to know everything about what he'd experienced. They didn't trust Joker to just hand over Red Robin without reason or some sort of hidden surprise.

His blood tests had all come back clean, no evidence of any drugs in his system like what they'd found in the others that Joker had experimented on with his mind control drug. They had hoped that Tim was in the clear, but now Diana wasn't so sure. She couldn't shake the overwhelming dread that this was far from over.

Batwoman immediately stiffened as unexpected arms slipped around her waist from behind, her hand reaching for a wrist to hurl the intruder onto the rooftop but stopped short when she realized it was Bruce. "You should know better than to sneak up on an Amazon," she chided him.

He nuzzled her hair with his nose, breathing deeply before releasing it slowly. "And an Amazon should know when someone is sneaking up on them," he huskily replied as his lips found her ear. "What has you so distracted tonight?"

Diana's hands came to rest on his arms that were still wrapped around her waist, tilting her head slightly with a contented sigh as he nipped at her ear. "I'm really worried about Tim. Something is very wrong."

"Did something happen when you took him his dinner?" he asked, releasing his hold on her.

Diana turned towards him, the mask that she wore as Batwoman doing very little to hide the worry that had found its way to her face. "I'm not sure," she confessed with a shake of her head, her lips pursing as she thought about it. "It's nothing that I can pinpoint as definite evidence. It's just a feeling I have."

"What is it?" he questioned her, moving to sit on the ledge of the roof. He glanced to his right, noticing that one of the gargoyle's heads was missing, having been smashed by something or someone. It made him wonder what had happened to it.

Diana turned to sit beside him on the ledge, ordering her thoughts before finally responding. "It's difficult to describe, but it felt as though Tim wanted to hurt me."

"Tim would never hurt you," he replied. "He loves you like his real mother."

"I know and I love him like my own son, but it was very…tense," she continued, her focus on the bits of trash and leaves that lay scattered on the rooftop swirling like tiny cyclones in the wind.

"What did he do?"

"He seemed fine at first," she revealed. "We talked about Cassie and how I talked Alfred into letting him have steak. As I was walking around his bedroom, I could feel his eyes following my every move. When I turned around, he had his steak knife gripped in his hand, and this look on his face. It was very…unsettling, Bruce."

Batman frowned, not liking where this was leading at all. It caused his insides to clench with a building sense of alarm. He didn't like this one bit. If Tim was indeed compromised, then everyone in that home was in danger including Nicholas and Kaia.

"Do you think he wanted to kill you?" he forced himself to ask, the words leaving a bitter taste in his throat.

She slowly shook her head, praying to Hera that she was wrong. "No, I don't think so," she admitted. "At the same time, I'm not so sure that he wouldn't have enjoyed seeing what he could do to me with that steak knife."

"Diana," Bruce growled her name as he stood to his feet. "That doesn't make me feel any better."

"I hate saying it as much as you hate hearing it," she replied. "That's why I have Donna keeping an eye on Tim while we're out on patrol. I don't want him near Nicholas and Kaia until we know for sure."

"Is it a good idea to have Donna watching him?" he questioned her. "I don't want to endanger the twins."

"I don't either, but Donna is the best option," she pointed out. "Even though she's pregnant, she's still the strongest in the family besides me. She'll be able to take him down without hurting him or getting hurt herself."

"I guess it's for the best for now," he reluctantly agreed.

"We're going to have to talk to Tim…find out what he remembers Joker doing to him."

Batman looked to the side, his narrowed gaze roaming over Gotham's skyline. The moon created an eerie glow that blanketed his city, causing his apprehension to rise. There was just so much evil that lurked in the shadows, crawling through the underbelly of his home.

Sometimes, he wondered if he was even making a difference in his hometown. Though he hadn't recovered all of his memories yet, he'd been out here enough to realize that it felt as though he was nothing more than a pebble being skipped across the ocean, the ripple affect of his almost constant efforts not making a damn bit of difference.

Now, the very evil that he fought against had quite possibly corrupted his son's mind.

"We need a plan," Batman ultimately decided. "We have to have a contingency plan in place in case Tim acts on behalf of Joker."

Diana's shoulders slumped as her chin fell to her chest. "I hate this, Bruce," she replied. "I hate that our son could be an instrument of Joker's."

"I know…I do too," he agreed, his gauntleted hand coming to rest on her shoulder. "But we won't give up on him…not even for a moment. We'll help Tim and stop Joker before he can hurt anyone else including you."

She shook her head with a scowl forming on her face. "It's not me that I'm worried about," she insisted.

"I am," he adamantly stated as his hand slid along her shoulder to settle on the side of her neck. "You mean everything to me, Diana. I'm not going to lose you to the Joker."

"B, come in ASAP," Oracle's voice filled his ear with an air of exigency that caused him to stiffen. "Joker's gang is up to something. They're causing trouble at the airport."

"Is Joker or Harley with them?"

"Not sure yet," she responded. "I think Harley might be, but I'll let you know once I get more info."

"We're on our way," Batwoman told her.

"Gotcha," she responded. "Oracle out."

"I'll handle it," Batman stated. "Stay here and continue patrol."

"Bruce," Diana snapped, knowing exactly what he was doing, and she didn't like it one bit.

"I don't want you anywhere near Joker or his gang until we can stop him," Batman growled, his frustration and anger bubbling right beneath the surface.

"I know you're worried, but I refuse to run away from a fight or hide in some corner just because the Joker wants me under his control," she bit out.

"Diana, I don't have time for this," he angrily ground out.

"We can either argue about it in the car on the way to the airport or I can just meet you there," she told him. "Either way, I'm going."

Batman cursed as he drew his grappling gun. Even without his memories of her, he knew that he wasn't going to win this argument. He turned and fired his gun, allowing his line to pull him away, knowing that she would be following him despite his insistence otherwise. They'd definitely be discussing this later tonight once they returned home.

Archie Goodwin International Airport; October 1st, 02:23 EST

The Batmobile pulled to a stop behind a fuel truck, wanting to conceal their presence for as long as possible. "Sit-rep," Batman requested.

"No sign of Joker yet, but I wouldn't bet against him being there in the middle of the mayhem," Oracle reported. "There's over a dozen of his gang members in there wreaking havoc."

"We're going in," he said.

"Do you want backup?"

"I've got Batwoman with me," he told her. "It should be enough for now. Batman out."

"Should be enough for now?" Diana stated, a raven eyebrow arched in question.

"Let's go," he growled as he exited the Batmobile, undoubtedly still furious with her.

Diana followed him, knowing that they would be having this same argument for years to come. His deep-seated need to protect her always butted heads with her warrior upbringing that demanded that she fight regardless of the risks. She had to admit that there were times when it was prudent to take a step back, but this was not one of those times…not when her son was in danger of becoming Joker's pawn.

Racing across the parking lot, Batman and Batwoman stopped at the front entrance of the airport, Batman pausing to peer inside. There was a handful of people running in all directions, trying to escape but the doors had been welded shut making it impossible for anyone to get out.

"A little help here?" Batman said.

"I thought I wasn't allowed to use my powers?"

"We need in there now," he stated, his voice charged with urgency.

"Say no more," she replied as she took hold of the two doors and ripped them open as if they were made of Styrofoam.

The pair raced inside, immediately working to get as many people out of the airport as possible. Thankfully, it was late enough that it wasn't as crowded as it would have been during the day, making Batman wonder what Joker was up to by staging an attack at two in the morning. It wouldn't have near the impact as attacking in the middle of the day.

That could only mean one thing—this was a trap.

"Batman!" a woman cried. "Help! My daughter! I can't find her!"

"I'll get her," he assured her. "Just get out of here."

"But I…"

"Go!" he growled, turning her towards the door and gently shoving her. "I'll find her for you."

The frightened young woman looked back over her shoulder at the Dark Knight of Gotham, Batwoman placing a reassuring hand on her arm. "What's your daughter's name?"

"Samantha," the woman replied, her bottom lip trembling as tears rolled down her cheeks. "She's three years old. She has blond hair and—"

"I promise we'll find her and bring her out to you," Batwoman reassured her.

"Thank you," she murmured before running towards the open doors.

"Look for the girl," Batman told her. "I'm going after Joker."

"How do you know he's even here?"

"Just a feeling I have," he spat out, taking off down the ramp.

Diana immediately began looking for the little girl, glancing to her right in time to see her husband leap over a security station. His cape whipped behind him like an ebony sail, her heart beginning to beat faster with the thought of the Joker being here. There was no way in Tartarus she was letting Bruce face him without her.

She began ushering staff and travelers alike towards the front entrance, attempting to get as many people out of here as possible. There'd been no sign of the little girl yet, but she wasn't giving up until she found her. Turning, she was stunned to discover Robin running towards her, his face fixed firmly with blatant determination.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded to know.

"I'm healed," Damian stated. "I'm here to help stop Joker."

"You're in no shape to be here," she insisted. "You're still recovering and—"

"I'm not leaving so get out of my way," he argued, his teeth clenched in anger as tightly as his fists.

"We'll be discussing this when we get home," she hissed. "We need to get these people out of here. Be on the lookout for a little blond-haired girl named Samantha. Her mother is outside waiting."

"You're not my mother and I'm not here to play crowd control," he obstinately shot back.

Batwoman immediately took a step closer, leaning down so that they were almost nose to nose. "I may not be your birth-mother, but while you live under my roof, I will act as you mother and you will live by my rules. Now, get these people out of here or go home."

Damian averted his gaze, his lips twisted into a sneer. "Fine," he snapped, already planning on catching up to them later to help them capture Joker.

Batwoman didn't waste another moment, turning her attention towards finding the missing little girl. She understood this woman's terror, not wanting to think about her own daughter being missing. The momentary thought nearly paralyzed her with a raw fear that she never wanted to experience.

She turned her focus on finding the little girl and helping Batman find Joker. A rapid succession of explosions suddenly filled the air, causing her heart to stutter out of rhythm. She ran towards the sound of the bombs going off, afraid of what she might find when she got there.

Her legs were suddenly heavy as if filled with lead, making it feel as though she was trying to run through quicksand. She couldn't get to him fast enough as the sound of Joker's eerie cackling laughter raked up her spine like fingernails before imbedding deep in nape of her neck.

Fury seared through her veins like liquid fire as she ran past people trying to find a way out. She directed travelers towards the front entrance, but her main focus still remained on getting to Bruce and Joker. She had no doubt that Harley was someplace close, causing her own brand of chaos. Together they made a dreadful nightmare to deal with.

As if on cue, Harley appeared with her baseball bat in hand and a large grin on her face. "Lady Bats!" she cheerfully greeted her. "It's a pleasure to finally meet ya."

"The pleasure is not mutual," she spat out. "Where's Joker? What's he up to, Harley?"

"Aww, don't ya wanna be buddies?" she said with a bottom-lip pout. "I thought we could be BFF's…chat about our boyfriends."

"What did you do to Red Robin?" Batwoman demanded to know.

"Yah, I'm really sorry about that," Harley told her with a sorrow-filled expression. "I'm afraid puddin' got a little carried away."

"Carried away?" she seethed, doing her best to keep a tight leash on her anger. "You beat and tortured him. What else did you do to him?"

Harley actually looked a little fearful of the heroine standing before her as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I don't know," she tried to tell her with a shrug. "It was all puddin's doin'. He had me getting ready for this airport thingy. We really make a great team."

"What's he planning on doing, Harley?"

"Now, I can't tell you that!" she exclaimed in shock. "Then it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?"

Another series of explosions interrupted their conversation, causing both females to look down the hallway. Another cackle followed by an angry roar that could only have been Batman forced Diana to run towards the chaos, Harley following close on her heels.

"Hey! Get back here!" Harley cried. "I have to take you to Joker. My puddin' wants to meet you."

Batwoman whirled on her heel, her fist narrowly missing its target as Harley pulled back at the last second. "Sorry, but I gots to do this," Harley told her as she swung her baseball bat at the female Bat.

Batwoman swiftly raised her left arm, taking Harley by surprise when she easily blocked her strike. She lifted her boot, kicking Harley in the gut and causing her to stumble several feet back. She didn't give her a chance to recover as she lunged at her, tackling Harley to the ground.

"Hey! Get off me!" Harley cried, kicking and squirming in an effort to break free.

Batwoman's fist connected with Harley's jaw, silencing her with a single punch. She didn't have time to be slowed down by Harley Quinn. She quickly cuffed her, leaving her on the floor as she took off towards Batman in hopes of reaching him before Joker could try anything.

She hurtled over a pile of suitcases that had been abruptly abandoned by passengers who had fled when Joker's gang had showed up. The hallways were empty, the silence deafening the deeper into the airport she got. It appeared as though people had either been able to discover a way of escape or had found a hiding place until help finally arrived.

"I found the little girl," Robin's voice filled her ear, filling her heart with overwhelming relief. "Taking her to her mother now."

"Good," Batwoman responded. "Guard the front and stop any of Joker's men who might try to get out."

"I'm not here to run security for you."

"Just do it!" Batwoman ground out with a ferocity that took boy by surprise. She received a grumbling curse in response followed by reluctant acceptance of his duty.

She swiftly drew a couple of Batarangs as a handful of Joker's men appeared to intercept her, throwing the weapons with skillful precision and taking out two of them. She raced towards the next one coming straight at her with a crowbar in hand. She immediately grabbed his wrist, twisting it until he dropped his weapon. The thug cried out as pain shot through his broken wrist, Batwoman kneeing him in the groin before tossing him aside like a piece of garbage.

She was not about to be slowed down.

She threw an elbow directly into a thug's nose before twisting his arm behind his back until his shoulder dislocated. She slammed her fist into the next thug's gut, dropping him to his knees before following up with a swift kick to the jaw. She did a flip over the last thug, landing behind him and using a sleeper hold to incapacitate him.

With a satisfied smirk on her lips at the unconscious bodies scattered on the ground, she finally found herself freed up to find Batman. She knew deep down that he could take care of himself. He'd been doing it long before he'd ever met her, but she still couldn't help the fear she could feel clawing its way up her throat.

It was her that the Joker wanted. She greatly feared what lengths he would go to in order to get to her, including hurting Batman. She wasn't about to let anyone else get hurt because of her. Tim was already suffering because of her, possibly under Joker's control. She would give Joker what he wanted and then she would end this—tonight.

A loud crash forced her to run faster, flying past several more of Joker's men lying unconscious on the floor. Turning a corner, she found Batman standing over a broken speaker. His chest was heaving, unrelenting rage written in his rigid stance. She quickly looked around to find no one else around. Smoke and smoldering flames rose from several pieces of equipment but there didn't appear to be any other signs of trouble or impending danger.

"Batman?" she called to him as she cautiously approached, wondering what had happened to the Joker.

Batman lifted his head to look at her. It was as if he saw her but didn't seem to recognize her at first. "He's not here," he finally stated with a rasping grate.

"Are you sure?" she asked as she came to a stop beside him.

"It was just a recording of his voice," he revealed, slamming his boot into the broken speaker laying on the floor.

"Did he say anything?"

"Just taunting me…telling me he's going to get to you," he growled.

Batwoman laid a reassuring hand on his forearm in an effort to calm him. "We'll find him long before that can ever happen."

"You don't know that," he snarled as he jerked his arm free from her, clearly affected by Joker's antics. "This was a trap meant to capture you."

"But he didn't," she pointed out. "I took care of Harley."

"Hopefully, we can get some information out of her," he ultimately decided after several long moments. "Let's go get her and get out of here. Oracle has the police on the way."

"Robin showed up here," she informed him as they made their way back towards the front entrance of the airport.

"What?" Batman angrily growled, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to a stop. "I haven't cleared him to be out on patrol yet."

"He told me that he was fine," she told him. "He wants to help us get Joker so he can pay him back for shooting him."

"Absolutely not," Batman growled. "He's not facing off against Joker."

"Good luck telling him that," she replied.

"Where did you leave Harley?"

"Up there around the corner."

Taking a left down the next hallway, they found there was no one there where Harley Quinn was supposed to be unconscious on the ground. "She was right here," she insisted.

"Someone must have gotten her out of here," he said. "Were you able to find the little girl?"

"Robin found her."

Batman released a ragged breath, finding it more than difficult to rein in his fury as he pinched the bridge of his nose. His anger was blazing hot and heavy, refusing to bend to his will at that moment. He didn't appreciate being toyed with like this nor did he like the idea of Diana being the center of Joker's attention. Robin's appearance here only added to his simmering anger.

"Where's Joker?" Robin asked as he ran towards them.

"He's not here and neither should you be," Batman spat out.

"I told you I'm fine," Robin defiantly countered with a scowl.

"We'll discuss this later at home," Batman stated as he stormed past Robin. "Head back to the cave. We're calling it a night."

Diana glanced at Damian who was clearly upset with his father's decision to end patrol early tonight, but even more so with the fact that Joker hadn't been here tonight. She understood his desire to prove himself and to make Joker pay for shooting him, but seeking revenge wasn't the answer.

"Come on," she told him, putting a hand on his shoulder as she walked out with him. "It's been a rough night and we could all use a good night's sleep."

"We need to find Joker," Damian snapped.

Wayne Manor; October 1st, 04:15 EST

Bruce and Diana entered the manor from the cave, neither saying a word. Both of them were angry with how the night had gone, knowing that Joker was taunting them. The thought of the psychotic clown playing with them…his attempts at mental warfare was enough to keep everyone on constant edge.

It was what Joker did best—playing mind games to keep his opponent off balance and running in circles.

"Hey, you guys are home early," Donna said with a frown as she came down the stairs. "Did something go wrong?"

"Not really," Bruce replied with a scowl, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

"It was just frustrating," Diana revealed. "Damian showed up."

"What?" she exclaimed. "I thought he was in his room sleeping."

"He's very stealthy like that," Diana said.

"Wonder where he gets that from," Donna quipped, grinning at her brother-in-law.

Bruce rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "Aren't you supposed to be watching Tim?"

"I have been," Donna insisted as she stifled a yawn. "He's been in his room all night."

"Are you sure?" Bruce asked. "You didn't even know Damian had escaped his room."

Donna shot him a dirty look as her hand fell to her ever-growing belly. "Hey, I've been keeping an eye on three of your children. I can't be expected to worry about Damian too. Besides, I had a craving for some pistachio ice cream and olives. Do you want some?"

"No, thank you," Bruce said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "I think I'll pass."

"You don't know what you're missing, Bruce," she told him.

"I'm sure he had enough of my pregnancy cravings to last him a lifetime," Diana interjected.

"Good thing I don't remember it," Bruce uttered with a huff.

"Come on," Diana said, taking him by the hand. "Things will look better tomorrow…I promise."

"I love your optimistic spirit, but I don't see how," he grumbled.

Donna chuckled as she patted Bruce on the arm. "There's the Bruce we all know and love."

"Go get some sleep," Diana encouraged her, kissing her sister on the cheek. "I can take over from here."

"No, I'm good," she readily decided as she continued on towards the kitchen. "Dick won't even be home for another hour or so. I'll sleep after that. Sleep well."

Bruce and Diana headed upstairs; Bruce's thoughts still consumed with Gotham. "I hope Dick was able to find something that will lead us to Joker's hideout," he said. "He was going to follow up with a couple of informants tonight."

"You need sleep before talking to Dick," she insisted. "You have another headache, don't you?

"It's not that bad," he tried to tell her, but it fell flat. She knew him far too well.

Entering their bedroom, Bruce stripped off his t-shirt before grabbing Diana by the hand. The lustful look in his eyes had her insides growing warm. He pulled her to him, his hand caressing the curve of her face as his lips began to descend on hers.

"Bruce," she softly murmured, feeling her resolve wilting in the wake of his obvious need for her. "You need to sleep."

"I'll sleep later," he reminded her with a husky tone, his lips grazing hers.

"I guess I could give you a good workout first to make sure you get a decent night's sleep," she conceded with a smirk as her eyes fell closed, her head tipping to the side as his mouth began a sensual attack that had her moaning for so much more. "I really should check on the kids first."

"Okay," he conceded, knowing she was right. "Hurry, princess. I'm not a patient man."

She chuckled softly, kissing him hard and stealing his breath. "That should hold you."

"Not likely," he grumbled.

Opening the bedroom door, they were met with the unnerving sound of laughter…a cackle that sounded eerily familiar. Both of them froze, Diana immediately turning to look at Bruce with abject horror in her eyes. "No…it can't be," she murmured, shaking her head in absolute disbelief.

Diana took off with the speed of Hermes, racing towards Kaia's room. She found the bedroom door cracked open, causing her stomach to drop as she ran inside to find Kaia's bed empty. "Kaia!" she cried, swiftly scanning her daughter's bedroom to find her missing. "Kaia!"

Not finding her anywhere, Diana flew out of the room as Bruce began checking the other bedrooms. Kaia had to be here somewhere. The thought of the Joker getting into their home…getting his hands on their daughter was too much for either of them to think about.

"Bruce! I can't find Kaia!" she screamed, panic seizing hold of her.

"She has to be here," he stated, fury burning in his blue eyes.

Diana ran to Nicholas's room, sending up a silent prayer to Hera that Kaia was safe before opening the bedroom door. A strangled cry escaped her lips as she found Kaia sleeping soundly in Nicholas's bed beside her brother. Trembling legs carried her to the side of the bed before finally giving out on her.

Kneeling beside the bed, Diana ran her fingers through Kaia's hair as tears slipped silently down her cheeks. She couldn't help noticing the wet track of tears on Kaia's little face. "Kaia?"

"Mama?" Kaia sleepily gazed up at her mother.

"Kaia, what are you doing in Nicholas's room?" she tearfully asked.

"Me scared," Kaia told her as the little girl began to cry again.

Diana picked her up, clutching her tightly to her chest as Bruce ran into the room. "Did you have a bad dream?" she asked.

"Yah," Kaia murmured as she buried her face in Diana's chest, her arms wrapped tightly around her neck.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Nicholas called.

"Nicholas, are you all right?" Bruce asked as he knelt next to Diana before his son's bed.

"Mommy's crying," Nicholas said as he crawled across his bed to his father's waiting arms. "What happened?"

"We couldn't find Kaia," Bruce told him as Diana held Kaia.

"Me had bad dweam," she sniffled as she pulled back to look at her mother. "Me came in here to sleep with Ni-Ni."

"Yah, Kai was scared," Nicholas confirmed. "She came into my room, so I told her to sleep here."

"We in twouble?" Kaia asked as tears continued to trail down her cheeks.

"No…no, not at all," Diana reassured her, kissing her forehead. "I was just scared because I couldn't find you."

"Me sorry, mama," Kaia said, upset.

"It's okay, Kaia," Bruce told her, gently stroking her hair. "We're just happy you're safe."

"Do you want to go back to your room to sleep?" Diana asked.

"Kai can stay here if she wants," Nicholas said, yawning.

"Me stay with Ni-Ni," Kaia decided.

"All right," Diana agreed, wiping the tears from her daughter's cheeks.

Diana stood to her feet, tucking Kaia back into bed as Nicholas crawled back to his side of the bed. Diana leaned over, kissing both of her children before taking a step back to watch them as they quickly fell asleep once more. Bruce wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into him as he kissed her temple.

"They're safe, Diana," he softly murmured, trying to reassure her despite the fact that he was still rattled himself.

Diana laid her head on Bruce's shoulder, squeezing her eyes closed against the panic still storming through her. "We have to find out where that laughter came from," she whispered.

"I'm afraid I have an idea," Bruce reluctantly revealed. "Let's go."

Bruce and Diana quietly left Nicholas's bedroom, silently closing the door behind them. Diana turned to look at him, her hand coming to rest against Bruce's chest. "Bruce, you don't think…"

"It's the only explanation, Diana," he replied.

They soundlessly made their way to Tim's room, opening his bedroom door to find him sleeping soundly in his bed…and a disturbing grin plastered on his face.

A/N: YIKES! Things are not looking good for the Wayne family!

UP NEXT: Bruce and Diana come up with a plan to deal with Tim. Will it work or will Joker win? :)