Chapter 31

Gotham; October 1st, 08:24 EST

Harley Quinn held an ice pack against her jaw, hoping that the bruising subsided soon. She had a feeling it wasn't going to get better any time soon. The lady Bat packed quite a punch. She still had a horrible headache, her head pounding mercilessly.

She was thanking her lucky stars that Hank had gotten her out of that airport before Batwoman and Batman had come back for her. She had no doubt that they would have questioned her relentlessly about what Joker had done to Red Robin and where Joker was hiding now.

She had given up information the last time to Nightwing only because she had been so hurt by Joker's refusal to pay attention to her. She regretted betraying him like that, but he had deserved it for how he had ignored her. It didn't seem to have ruined his plans, though.

Harley glanced at Hank who seemed to be fairing about as well as she was at that moment. He was still trying to stop the blood that seemed determined to continue to drip out of his broken nose. Bruising had already begun to form across the bridge of his nose and around his eyes.

"Next time I see that lady Bat, I'm going to break her pretty little neck for busting my nose," Hank growled.

"How do ya think I feel?" Harley demanded to know. "I think she broke my jaw. I won't be able to eat for weeks."

"At least you can breathe through your nose," he angrily shot back.

"Yah well at least you can chew!" she yelled. "She's gonna feel how good my baseball bat feels on her face."

"Neither of you will do anything to Batsy's woman," Joker interjected as he stalked into the room.

"She made fools of us," Hank told him. "She deserves some payback."

"Batwoman is off limits to all of you," Joker stated in no uncertain terms. "She is mine."

"But, puddin'!" Harley pouted.

"You heard me, Harls," he snapped. "I have plans for her…plans that will finally break Batman once and for all."

"How?" Harley asked. "We don't even have her yet."

"Soon, my dear Harley, very soon," he informed her with a gleeful cackle.

"Yah, well the whole airport attack was a complete bomb," she said with a scowl. "We couldn't get our hands on her."

"You weren't supposed to capture her," he ground out as he threw his hands up in the air in growing exasperation. "It was all meant to get into Batsy's head."

"I think it worked," Hank said as he tilted his back again, a towel covering his bloody nose. "You should have heard him when he found your recording. He went ballistic."

Joker threw his head back with an eerie laugh that reverberated around the room like an icy chill. "That's perfect!" he chortled. "He'll never see what's coming before it's too late to stop it."

"We've been waiting forever," Harley groused, moving to stand in front of a mirror to inspect her jaw. The garish bruise was darkening as it spread over her cheek and down her neck. "When is the bird boy going to come through? He shoulda been here by now."

"I don't think it worked," Hank grumbled, his eyes watering with the pain he was in.

"Want to say that again?" Joker questioned him, pulling out his gun and pointing it directly at his head.

"N-n-n no…no, I'm just saying that I hope it worked," Hank quickly clarified. "It'd be a shame if he didn't show up with the lady Bat."

"That's better," Joker decided as he put his gun away. "Now, we need to make sure we're ready for their arrival. Everything needs to be executed with absolute perfection if this is going to work."

"What else do we need to do?" Harley questioned him. "We've got enough of the brain drug to take out all of Gotham."

"Don't you pay attention to the big picture?" he spouted. "It's not enough, Harls. My plan has to go off without a hitch or it'll all be for naught. I didn't put all this work into it just to have it all blow up in my face."

"What don't I get?" she demanded to know as she moved to sit on top of the table, her ice pack on her jaw. "You want Batwoman and Red Bird is gonna bring her here to ya."

"It's so much more than that, Harls!" Joker exclaimed as he began pacing, his hands clasped behind his back. "I will have both Batwoman and Red Robin under my complete control. Batsy won't know what to do or which one to save first. Should he try to save his woman or the boy? It's going to create quite the conundrum for dear ol' Batsy and with what I have planned for the end game will finally break him."

"Why not just drug Batsy and have him under your control too?" Hank asked.

Joker paused in his pacing, whirling on his heel to face his main henchman. "Now, you're thinking, Hanks!" he gleefully cried. "You would think that I'd want Bats under my control like a pointy-eared puppet, but I don't. I want him fully aware of what is happening and how he's losing control of everything—his partners, his woman, his city. He'll be pushed right into the blissful arms of insanity."

"And then can we drug him and make him into a puppet?" Harley questioned him.

"Sure…why not?" Joker said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "We can do whatever you want with him after he's finally cracked…although, I would love to see what happens when you unleash an unhinged Batman on Gotham."

Harley scowled as she pushed her tongue against a tooth. "I think she knocked my tooth loose!" she angrily cried. "I'm so gonna make her pay for that."

"You'll do no such thing, Harls," Joker said with a snarl on his lips. "She's all mine."

"I'm beginnin' to think ya like her more than me," Harley snorted with a huff of indignation.

Joker rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms against his chest. "Not this again," he groused. "Harls, this is purely professional and nothing more."

"Whatever," she grumbled sourly under her breath as she glared at her lover. "Lady Bats and me are gonna have a little meeting of our own once we get our hands on her."

Wayne Manor; October 1st, 8:38 EST

"Bruce," Diana managed to utter his name as she tilted her head back with a throaty moan, squeezing her eyes closed against the intense waves of passion pulsating through her entire body.

She pressed her knees into his sides and her fingernails into the chiseled muscles of his upper arms as she struggled to catch her breath, but it was more than difficult with the amazing things he was doing to her. It felt as if every single nerve ending was on fire, her every muscle tensing with the pleasure that practically bordered on delicious torment that had her breathlessly begging for more.

She began to squirm beneath him as he penetrated her with such wild unrestraint, making her fleetingly wonder if their bed was going to be able to withstand the intensity of their lovemaking. Sweat glistened on her olive skin as her heart pounded mercilessly against her breastbone, her back bowing as she panted his name.

A sharp gasp escaped Bruce's lips as his pelvis repeatedly slammed into hers, driving himself that much deeper inside of her and hitting that spot that drove her wild every time. He knew she was close. So was he. It was only a matter of a few more thrusts before both of them would be thrown over that blissful precipice to fall sated in each other's arms.

His mouth descended on her throat, latching on to her pulse point and sucking hard before raking his teeth over the sensitive spot. Diana cried out as she climaxed, her inner walls like a vice around him and triggering his own orgasm. He threw his head back as he came undone, fireworks exploding behind his eyes as he collapsed on top of her.

Diana wrapped her arms around him as she held him flush against her, their bodies tangled as one. She was not yet ready to let go of him. She's needed this intimate connection with him, an outlet for their mutual frustration and anger…the fear that had gripped them when they couldn't find their daughter.

Comforting one another had caused kisses to grow more heated and insistent. Gentle caresses had become sensual stroking, softly spoken words of reassurance turning into desperate pleading for more. It had been intensely passionate, reconnecting them all over again.

Regaining his senses, Bruce began to kiss along her collarbone, pausing to nuzzle behind her ear. Diana abruptly rolled him onto his back as her lips found his in a passionate kiss that told him she was far from done with him. If truth be told, he wasn't ready to let go of her either, but they had a psychotic clown to find.

Retreating, Diana gazed tenderly down at him as she flipped her long, raven hair back out of her face. He reached up to caress her cheek, his fingers sliding back through her damp hair to cradle the back of her head. He gently pulled her down to him, their lips connecting in a slow, sultry kiss. The embers that had been aflame just moments ago were still smoldering hotly, on the verge of igniting all over again.

Diana settled on top of him, the entire length of her body pressed against his. She sighed contentedly as the tips of her fingers traced the dips and curves of his muscular chest. Her lips curled with the strong, steady thump of his heart beneath her ear. It was the heart that she loved beating inside of the man that she would die for.

Bruce repeatedly ran his fingers through her hair, savoring the intimate moment as he held her to him. He wished that they could just hide away in their room all day, but they had too much they needed to do to save Gotham and their family…to save their son.

"What do we do now, Bruce?" she softly asked as if reading his thoughts. "We need to come up with a game plan."

"We find Joker and make him give us the antidote to save Tim," he replied with steely determination in his voice.

"Barbara hasn't come any closer to finding an antidote for Joker's drug?"

"No, not yet, but she's been working relentlessly on it."

"There has to be another way to save him and bring back the Tim we know and love."

"We need to get everyone together down in the cave and decide our next move."

"We can't let Nick and Kaia near him until we know with absolute certainty that Tim is himself again," she readily decided.

"I agree," he replied with a sigh. "I hate this, princess. My own son has been brainwashed by Joker and I couldn't stop it."

Diana lifted her head, her chin resting on his chest as she gazed at him. "It's not your fault, Bruce."

"I should've gotten to him…kept Joker and Harley from taking him in the first place," he snapped. "This never would've happened if I'd been able to keep him from being taken."

Diana sat up, moving to straddle his abdomen as she took his face in her hands. "This is all on the Joker and no one else," she sternly stated. "We focus on making Joker and Harley pay for their crimes and we save Tim. That is what this family does. We help and protect each other."

He took her hand from his cheek and kissed her palm, knowing that he needed to channel his guilt and anger into finding Joker. "I might not remember meeting you, but I love you, princess."

"I love you too," she said with a smile.

"I'm going to go over all the evidence we have with Dick and see if we're missing something somewhere," he replied as Diana crawled off him, getting out of their bed. "There's something we're just not seeing."

"I'm going to get a shower and then breakfast with the kids," she informed him. "After that, I'm going to spend some time with Tim."

Bruce propped himself up on his elbows, staring at his wife in disbelief as she picked out clothes from her closet. "Diana, that's not a good idea," he curtly stated. "You are his target. Joker is no doubt counting on Tim to bring you to him."

"Tim is not going to hurt me," she reassured him. "The real Tim is still in there somewhere. I just need to try to reach him."

"I still don't like it," he groused as he threw the covers off him before climbing out of bed. "Tim's a wild card right now. We don't know what he could actually be capable of or what Joker has implanted in his mind."

"We have to try something. We're running out of options, Bruce," she pointed out, her hand coming to rest against his chest as she leaned in and kissed him. "Tim and I have always been close. I know that I can get through to him. If I can't, then I'm going to let Tim take me to Joker so can we end this once and for all."

"Absolutely not," Bruce stated. "We're not going to use you as bait."

"You know that we don't have much of a choice if we want to save Tim," she insisted. "You know I can handle myself and I can handle Joker."

"I'll come up with a different plan that doesn't involve using you."

"We're running out of time," she told him. "The longer Tim is here under this roof the more dangerous it is to everyone in the family."

His jaw clenched tightly like a steel trap; a scowl fixed on his face. "You better warn Cassie. I want her to be careful. We don't want to trigger a reaction in Tim. He could become volatile in the blink of an eye."

"I will…and don't worry," she replied with a reassuring smile as she caressed his cheek, the stubble on his face rough against the palm of her hand. She used her thumb to gently rub away the frown from between his eyebrows. "You know I can handle Tim if he tries anything."

Bruce angrily pulled away from her, his scowl returning with a fierce vengeance. "I don't know who I'm worried about more—you or Tim," he grumbled as he headed towards the bathroom to get ready for the day, not liking this plan in the least.

There had to be a better way than risking Diana's life.

Gotham; October 1st, 9:57 EST

Jason exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, a large cloud of steam following as he entered his bedroom. He frowned at Artemis sitting cross-legged on his bed waring his t-shirt and nothing else as she talked to someone on her cell phone. She was supposed to have joined him in the shower, but that didn't happen leaving him frustrated and annoyed.

"We'll be there," Artemis said, her features hardening with equal parts anger and determination. "Don't worry, Diana. It will be all right."

Jason didn't like the sound of that as he sat down on the edge of his bed beside Artemis. "What is it?" he asked her with a frown.

"No…he hasn't yet, but I'm sure he will when we get there," she replied, putting her hand over Jason's mouth to silence him.

Jason's eyes narrowed with her attempt to keep him from talking. He began to kiss the palm of her hand, taking it in own hand to plant seductive kisses along her inner wrist and up her arm towards her shoulder. He shifted his position on the bed causing the towel to loosen from around his waist and fall away from his body.

Artemis glared at him in warning as he stared her down, his mouth pausing in its sensual assault to rake his teeth over her skin before sucking hard. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her mouth falling open with a soft gasp as he kissed his way along her collarbone to her throat.

"What? Yes, I'm here…I'm here," Artemis murmured, finding it hard to keep her thoughts straight with Jason's hands and mouth roaming all over her body.

A silent curse invaded her mind as she stifled a moan. Her ability to focus despite her circumstances or surroundings was nearly unrivaled and yet this mortal man had nearly obliterated that ability. She had known that he was going to be trouble from the first moment she had met him.

"We will get to the bottom of this," she assured her as her head fell to the side, Jason beginning to thoroughly devour her. "Joke won't win, Diana."

Jason began to divest her of her t-shirt…or rather his t-shirt, lifting it over her head and earning an annoyed scowl that was swiftly replaced with a look of bliss as his mouth descended on her chest. He was showing no mercy to the Bana-Mighdall Amazon, making her pay for not joining him the shower. He was determined to get what he wanted with her one way or another.

Artemis bit her bottom lip as her fingers threaded through his hair, trying to keep her thoughts from melding together into a fog of incoherency, but it was becoming more and more difficult. She needed to make him stop, but she didn't want him to. She wanted more…she wanted him.

"Behave," Artemis hissed to him, doing her best to pay attention, but it was next to impossible with his mouth against her skin. "No, not you, Diana."

Jason snickered against her breast only to suddenly shift his position. He pounced on her like a panther, pinning her to the bed with his body. Artemis yelped in surprise with the unexpected move, finding herself gazing up into the handsome face of her lover. Mischief gleamed in his eyes, telling her she was in trouble.

"No…I'm fine," she assured Diana. "I just have a very bad Wayne child who refuses to behave himself…yes, we'll see you this afternoon."

Shutting her phone off, Artemis tossed it onto the bedside table before turning her attention to the aroused man who refused to be ignored any longer. "You are a very, very bad boy," she chided him with a sultry tone, gripping his face as she pulled him into a searing kiss that stole the breath from his lungs.

Jason suddenly found himself on his back, a provoked Amazon straddling him. "What did Diana want?"

"You started this," she told him with a lustful glint in her eyes. "You wanted this…and now you're going to get it."

"Shouldn't you tell me about the phone call first?" he asked, his chest already beginning to heave in anticipation as he tightly gripped her hips. "It's Tim, isn't it?"

"Yes, but I'll tell you all about it in the shower…after I've had my way with you," she replied with a wicked grin.

"I can't argue with that," he agreed with a husky lilt to his voice as she began to repay him tenfold.

Wayne Manor; October 1st, 11:17 EST

"How are the Titans?" Tim asked, growing restless and anxious to get out of his bedroom soon. He was beginning to feel claustrophobic being stuck in here for days on end. He was itching to get out and do something useful.

"They're doing well," Cassie replied. "Everyone misses you and wants you back. Bart says you have to come back soon. You owe him a rematch in foosball."

Tim chuckled softly, groaning as his hand moved to brace his side. "That's probably going to be a little while."

"You come back only when you're ready and not before, mister," Cassie firmly stated, taking his hand and lacing her fingers with his. "I'm not ready to go through anything like this again any time soon."

"I'm sure I'll be good as new in a couple of weeks," he assured her. "Hey, I was going to ask you what you thought about asking Damian to join the Titans."

"I don't see why not," she thoughtfully replied. "I think it'd be worth a shot."

"He's got a chip on his shoulder and we'll have to keep a tight leash on him, but I think it might be a good fit," Tim told her. "Of course, he'll have to be fully healed from being shot by Joker."

Cassie's expression grew solemn as she looked down at their joined hands. "You really scared me when Joker had you," she softly confessed. "I thought for sure that he was going to kill you and I'd never see you again."

"I'm sorry," he told her, leaning in to softly kiss her. "I'm not going anywhere, Cass. I'm afraid you're stuck with me no matter what happens."

"Well then," she sweetly replied as her eyes fell to his lips, kissing him tenderly. "It's a good thing I kinda like you."

The corner of Tim's lips quirked with her response. "You do?"

Cassie nodded her head as she slowly raked her teeth over her bottom lip. "Actually, I like you a lot," she lightly teased.

"That's good because I love you," he told her.

"I love you too, Tim," she confessed.

Tim kissed her, his hand coming to rest against her cheek. He wished that they didn't have to stop but there was family swarming all over the house, no doubt showing up at the least opportune time. Retreating, he brushed his lips against hers once more before settling back against the pillows in his bed.

"Have you seen Nick and Kaia?" he asked her. "I haven't gotten to see them at all since I returned."

Cassie considered her words carefully, not wanting to lie to him, but at the same time she knew she couldn't tell him the real reason why he hadn't been allowed to see his little brother and sister. "I think Bruce and Diana wanted to wait until you were feeling better," she told him as she lightly caressed a bruise on his cheek. "They didn't want to scare Nick and Kaia with how badly beaten up you were. They've been really worried about you."

Tim nodded his head with a sigh. "Yah, I guess you're right," he reluctantly agreed. "I don't want to scare them. I just really miss them."

"I know for a fact that they miss you too," she replied with a grin. "In fact, they ask about you all the time…and they made you these."

Cassie reached over to the beside table, handing him pictures that Kaia and Nicholas had drawn for him. A huge smile spread across Tim's face as he stared at the pictures that they'd made for him. One was a picture drawn by Nicholas that had every single member of the family on it. The second one was from Kaia. She had drawn a picture of him and her along with Peanut and Ace.

"I love them," he softly said, unable to take his eyes off of the drawings.

Tears unexpectedly blurred his vision, causing Cassie to worry. "What's the matter, Tim?" she asked, her hand coming to rest on his thigh.

He shook his head, finding it difficult to speak. "I don't know," he confessed. "I just…I'm not sure. Guess I'm just tired."

She took his hand in both of hers, forcing him to look at him. "Everything is going to be all right, Tim," she reassured him. "We all love you and we're here for you."

Tim looked up at her, a tear trickling down his cheek. "Help me, Cass."

"I'm not going anywhere," she adamantly stated. "I'm here with you no matter what happens."

Tim wrapped his arms around her, holding on to her for dear life. Tears filled her own eyes, terrified of what could still happen to him. The thought of Joker having control over him infuriated her and yet scared the life out of her. She just wanted her Tim back.

While he seemed like Tim, she knew that he wasn't fully himself. It seemed as though there was a war being waged inside of him—good and evil, right and wrong, Tim and Joker. She was determined to save him no matter what, no matter how long it took.

A knock at the door caused them to release their hold on one another. Cassie quickly wiped her eyes as Tim bid the visitor entrance. His bedroom door opened to reveal Diana with a lunch tray in hand. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have your lunch. I'm sure you're getting hungry," Diana announced.

"My appetite is one thing that Joker didn't hurt," he reassured her.

Diana shared a look with Cassie as she approached the bed, sensing she had interrupted something personal between the couple. Cassie got up from the bed, kissing Tim before moving towards the door. "I need to check in with the Titans," she announced. "I'm going to call them and make sure everything is okay."

"Tell everyone I said hi," he told her. "Oh…and tell Bart that he still owes me twenty bucks for the last foosball match."

"I'm sure he'll appreciate the reminder," she said with a chuckle as she exited the room, closing the door behind her.

"How are you feeling today?" Diana asked as she set the tray across Tim's lap.

"I'm all right…kind of frustrated," he admitted with a frown.

"Why?" she inquired as she sat down on the edge of his bed.

The look of worry and concern in her eyes gave him pause. "It's just…I want out of this room to help look for Joker," he attempted to explain. "I'm tired of being in here and…I really miss Nick and Kaia. I haven't gotten to see them at all since I got back."

"They really miss you too," she confirmed. "Did Cassie give you the pictures they made for you?"

The smile returned to Tim's face as he picked up the pictures from his bedside table. "Right here," he replied. "I wish I could see them."

"I know you do," she told him. "You'll get to see them soon."

Tim stared at her for a long moment, wondering if there was more to it. "You don't trust me…do you?"

"I've never lied to you, Tim, and I'm not going to lie to you now," she told him. "We're worried about you. Do you remember what Joker did to you?"

Tim's gaze fell to his lunch tray as he thought about it. "I don't remember a whole lot," he admitted with a frown. "I've been wracking my brain trying to remember something that will help find him, but it's kind of a blur."

"It's okay," she assured him, taking his hand in hers. "We're worried that Joker may have tried to brainwash you."

Tim's head snapped up in stunned disbelief, his forehead creasing with panic. "Mom, I would know it if Joker had done something like that to me," he adamantly insisted, growing increasingly agitated with the thought. He sat forward, nearly knocking his lunch tray off his lap. "That's why I can't see Nick and Kaia, isn't it? You're afraid that I'll hurt them…that'll do something to them. I wouldn't hurt anyone in this family, mom. I love you guys. I would rather hurt myself than any of you."

"I know, Tim…I know," she attempted to reassure him, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder. "We know you would never intentionally hurt any of us."

"Mom, please," he begged her. "You've got to let me out of this room. I just know that if I can get out into Gotham to help look for Joker, I'll remember something."

"Tim, I don't think that's a good—"

"Mom, I know it'll work," he told her. "It feels like it's right there beneath the surface in my mind. All I need is to get out of here and help look for him. I know it'll come to me and we'll be able to stop him once and for all."

"I'll have to talk to your father," she said, her lips pursing into a frown. "You're not fully healed yet. I don't like the idea of you being out in Gotham. It's too dangerous."

"Not if you're with me," he argued. "You can be my partner."

"Let me talk to Bruce," she reluctantly agreed, knowing in her heart that this was her chance to save her son. Once the two of them were out in Gotham alone Tim would finally make his move and she could take down Joker.

"Knock, knock," Jason said as he entered with little preamble.

"Hey, Jas," Tim greeted him, flopping back against his pillows.

"Wow, that was a lackluster greeting," Jason said as he plopped down in the chair by Tim's bed.

"I'll let you two talk," Diana announced as she stood up from the bed.

Tim suddenly reached out and snatched hold of her wrist, holding it in a death grip. "Please, mom," he urgently begged. "I know I can do this."

She slowly nodded her head as she gently pulled out of his hold before walking out of the room and leaving the two brothers alone. "What was that all about?" Jason asked.

"I want to go out on patrol tonight to help look for Joker," Tim revealed as he poked at his lunch with his fork.

"You really think you're up for that?" Jason questioned him.

Tim gave him a pointed look. "And how many times have you gone out on patrol with injuries?"

"Point taken," he said. "Do you remember something?"

"No," he replied, his shoulders slumping. "I'm sure I will if I can get out of here."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" he nearly yelled. "Yes, I was taken by Joker, but I wasn't compromised. He beat me up and tortured me…that's it. Nothing else happened."

"All right…all right," Jason said, holding his hands up in defense. "I didn't mean to make you mad. It's just I know what it's like to be brutally beaten by the Joker. It's traumatizing to say the least. He hurts you physically, but he gets into your head as well."

"He's not in my head," Tim icily stated.

"Are you still having nightmares?"

"Yah…but that's to be expected," he dismissed. "It's nothing that won't pass."

"Really?" Jason questioned him. "I still get nightmares sometimes and look how long ago it was that he killed me."

"I'm sure what you went through was far worse than what I experienced."

"It doesn't matter whose experience was worse," Jason tried again. "The fact that you were taken and tortured by Joker is horrifying enough. I just want to make sure that you're dealing with it."

"I'm dealing with it—okay?" Tim snapped. "Just get off my back already."

Jason got up out of the chair, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "No, I'm not going to get off your back, Tim," he adamantly stated. "I don't want you to end up like me—filled with bitterness, resentment and anger. It's taken me a long time to get past some of it and I'm still struggling to let it go."

"Have you and Bruce made up yet?"

Jason looked away, sighing heavily with the reminder. "No, not yet," he confessed.

"I think you need to," Tim told him. "You know it's not his fault. You can't blame him for not sharing your beliefs on killing."

"You aren't furious with him for not killing Joker?" Jason demanded to know. "If he had killed him after what he did to me, you never would've gone through what you did."

"We're not judge and jury, Jason," Tim pointed out. "All we can do is our best to see justice is served. We can't force it to go our way no matter how badly we want it to. It makes us no better than any of the scum we try to keep off the streets of Gotham."

Jason huffed in annoyance as he stared up at the ceiling. "When did you get to be so wise?"

"Maybe it takes being hit in the back of the head by Harley for it to all come together," he said with a shrug. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure…anything."

"Do you think I'm compromised?" he asked. "Do you think Joker brainwashed me?"

"What do you think?"

"I'm asking you, Jas," Tim shot back with a glare, refusing to back down.

"I honestly don't know what to think," Jason admitted. "I truly hope you're not, but you have to know that we will stop you if you try anything."

"That's what I'm counting on," Tim replied, his lips curling into a wide grin that caused an icy shiver to shoot up Jason's spine.

A/N: Things are heating up! Fasten your seatbelts, friends. :)

UP NEXT: Tim makes his move. What will happen to Diana once Joker gets his hands on her?

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