Two guards greeted him once the door was opened. A long corridor awaited him once he stepped out.

He wore a black compression shirt and red camo pants and black combat boots that matched the other guards'.

"This way, kid." One man spoke in an American accent. As the other reached out his hand to grab the teen.

In a speed that would impress the Flash, Jason blocked his attempt and fixed his blue eyes where the man's eyes would be had not there been a mask covering his face.

He made his way down the hall, the two men followed behind him.

It was a silent walk as they made their way towards a shabby elevator. They were in a remote location. How were these things being powered anyway?

Todd shook off the question as he stepped in with the guards. On the way down, for a moment he considered how easily it would be to take them out. But then again, he was probably under surveillance. He couldn't risk going against a well armed paramilitary force. Besides, he had no idea where he was headed. It was reckless.

Seconds later, the lift came to a halt as the doors slid open.

"Out, kid." The masked man ordered as he successfully grabbed his arm this time.

Pissed and already irritated, the former Robin snatched his wrist with a grip as strong as Superman's and twisted it, nearly crushing his carpal bones. The militia man shouted in pain as he bent to his knees at his mercy.

"Stop!" Guard number two pulled out his rifle.

"Stand down." A calm, eerily familiar voice called out from the distance as the figure approached from the relative darkness. "We don't want anyone getting hurt now. Do we, Jason?"

The guard backed away per his superior's command. The footsteps grew louder. Jason let go of his grip, leaving the man groaning in a fetal position.

"Impulsive, reckless, assertive, hot tempered…" First were the polished black shoes, then the black dress pants, then the white lab coat... "All the distinctive characteristics of Jason Todd."

Then was the aging beard, the round pink-tainted glasses, and masculine facial features of the one and only Professor Hugo Strange.

"Hello, Jason." He touched the tips of his fingers against one another, his cold calculating eyes burned into his.

"I'm here to break your mind."