"You thought you were there to guide me,

You were only in my way,

You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you!"

Dick jumps up in surprise as the radio in the Batcomputer goes off. After being slumped in the computer chair for God knows how long, the sudden movement sends twitches throughout his entire body. Stretching, Dick slowly gets up, overwhelmed with confusion at suddenly being woken up. Hearing movement behind him, Dick slowly turns around, to see a confused Tim wearing a business suit.

"Dick, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Tim questions, with a hint of concern. Both of them chuckle at the absurdity of Tim's statement.

"Did you see the news?" Dick asks, rewatching a video of last night's events. "The public is back to not trusting Batman anymore."

"I saw it, Dick. And the video that was shown, far as I can tell, wasn't taken from a normal security camera angle. I mean, there probably shouldn't be functional security cameras in an abandoned warehouse, but if there were, the angle that the video was taken would put the camera almost directly above the front door. There were no cameras there when I entered, meaning…" Tim looks to Dick to complete the thought.

"Meaning that you royally fucked up Dickiebird." Jason Todd says, leaning against the Batmobile. "What's the matter? Bat got your tongue?" Nonchalantly twirling his gun, Jason keeps staring at Dick.

"You used to be the fun Robin," he continues, twirling his gun around. "The perfect Dick Grayson. Everyone looks up to you and respects you a hell of a lot more than Bruce. So what happened to you, Dick?" Jason's dead laugh echoes through the cave, and a chorus of voices surrounds Dick. At first, they sounded garbled and far away, but then they became clearer and closer. The words slammed into Dick with the intensity of a punch from Bane, and he heard everything.

"Why did you leave us, Dick?"

"I am the thing…"

"You let that bitch kill me, Grayson!"

"That keeps you up at night."

"Quiet mi Amor… Callado."

"The evil…"

"Robin!"

"Haunting every dark corner…"

"Nightwing!"

"Batman!"

"Dick!"

"Dick!"

"Of your mind!"

"DICK!"

That last scream jump-started his senses, and he realized that Tim was still talking to him. Glancing around and blinking hard, he sees that Jason is gone.

"What was that?" Tim asked, wearing a concerned look on his face.

"Sorry, Tim. I was just focusing on the video they took. It looks like… whoever took it was in the room with us."

"That's what I've been trying to say!" Tim complains, clearly frustrated.

"I'm sorry Tim, it's just been a long few days. I guess the exhaustion is finally hitting me." Dick states dejectedly.

"You're a crimefighter Dickiebird. Sleepless nights are part of the job. Something you've known since you were 9, isn't it?" Jason asks, starting to prod him. "Oh wait, I get it, you just want to lie to Replacement, push him away, thinking it'll protect him from knowing you're going crazy. It's not gonna work. You're just gonna hurt him, just like you got Damian's spine broken." A look of rage suddenly flits across Dick's face, causing Tim to take a step back. The scared look on Tim's face caused him to calm down a bit.

"I'm sorry Tim, I need to get some air. The cave is kinda stuffy." Forcing a dry laugh, he starts putting on the Batsuit. "I'm gonna explore the warehouse, see if I can dig up some clues." Turning towards the Batcomputer, Dick updates the autopilot on his motorcycle. Tim gives Dick a good-bye and makes him promise to give updates on anything he finds. After Tim leaves the cave, Dick sighs and looks up.

"Ok Damian, you can stop spying now," Dick yells throughout the cave. Suddenly, a figure drops out of nowhere and lands gracefully on the back of the computer chair, the chair's added height making him eye to eye with Dick.

"Honestly Grayson, I don't know why you pretend that you're perfectly fine with Drake. We both saw you get hit by the fear toxin. We both know you're a bit… compromised due to it." Damian states matter-of-factly.

"Knock off the interrogation techniques Dami." Dick sighs. "I'm going on patrol." Pulling on his cowl, he heads towards the parked Batcycle. Damian falls in step right beside him. Turning to the younger Robin, Dick narrows his eyes. "Alone." After seeing the hurt look on Damian's face, he softens his voice to add a quick 'please'. Making a promise to make it up to him with a movie night, he rides off in the Batcycle.

Dick never feels as free as he does when he's air bound. Running from roof to roof, every jump he takes feels liberating. As a former circus performer, he is accustomed to being in the air, seeing the world from all various angles. He lands on the roof, and glides across it, ready to take off in the air again.

"So that's it, huh? You know something's wrong, Tim and Damian know something's wrong, hell you haven't even seen Alfred yet and he probably knows something is wrong." A sudden voice shouts out. Stopping, Dick looks around and sees Jason yet again. "Don't pretend nothing is wrong. It'll get you killed, trust me." At those last two words, Jason spoke in a lower tone, and a shadow flies across his face. Dick moves to ignore Jason and starts jumping across the rooftops again. During a particularly long gap between several tall buildings, he readies his grapnel and fires it towards a nearby building. Suddenly, Jason appears ahead of him at the edge of a building, laughing maniacally. As the grapnel latches onto the building, Jason pulls out his knife and cuts the line in one swipe.

Fear crawls across Dick's face as he realizes what's happening. He attempts to fire another grapnel, but Jason whips out one of his pistols. He shoots the grapnel gun out of Dick's hand and then dives off the building after him. The sudden impact of Jason tackling him causes them to descend faster.

"I wonder, is this how your parents felt after their wire was cut too?" Jason shouts in Dick's ear. "Maybe if my parents were killed in a circus act, I can actually relate." Dick feels like he's falling endlessly, and the only sounds accompanying him is Jason's hauntings laughter as they plunge into darkness.