A/N: Alright you guys next chapter. Yes so soon because it has already been complete since the last upload. I didn't want to shove too much down your throats at once so again I broke it apart. Hope you enjoy :)


The entire force stood against them. Mobs of policemen and SWAT units all held assault rifles aiming at the costumed teenager.

"We got 'em." Commissioner Gordon spoke into his two way radio transceiver.

"See?" The Replacement said as he rested his bo-staff on both shoulders, stepping out of the squadron. "I told you we'd find him here."

"Come on," Tim diminished the size of his weapon, flipped it in the air, and tucked it in a hidden compartment in his utility belt. "Could you really underestimate me anyway? I was always the better Robin. It's almost like I deserved it more than he ever did…"

"It looks as though you're running towards something, Jason." Hugo started.

"You're right, Tim."

"You're running towards this force. No matter how hard you try to push yourself…it's pushing you back."

"You always were."

"You want to be accepted, you want to fit in. But no matter how hard you try, you can't; and it has betrayed you, Jason. Now you're left questioning, wandering, searching for answers-searching for a purpose."

Guns and rifles clocked, the units were ready to fire. Robin stood watching with unease.

"Tell me, Jason. With just one name. Tell me…who did this to you?"

Jason's heart rate that had once been through the roof seemed to calm. Red circles formed around his eye sockets as they were surrounded by deathly pale skin-giving him a ghostly appearance. His chest rose and fell laboriously.

"Willis? Geneva? Bruce?"

Todd's heart sunk. He motioned to look behind him.

And there he was.

The Dark Knight.

Just a few meters away.

Still, stoic, impenetrable.

"Bat…man…" The name felt like poison in his tounge. It left a bitter taste in his mouth. It irritated every fiber of his being.

Strange stood aback, dumbfounded. He could feel his nerves shiver, his stomach tighten in anticipation. "Batman?"

"How could you do this to me?" Jason breathed. "I trusted you…"

The Caped Crusader only stared at him. His blue eyes penetrated his own. His face was cold, merciless.

"I trusted you." Todd choked on his words. His hand gripped the metal railing on the seat causing his knuckles to go white.

Batman wasn't moved. It didn't matter to him.

He never mattered to him.

He spoke with every ounce of emotion. "I trusted you…"

"Kill him." Gordon ordered.

"No…"

The unit lifted their firearms at the injured sidekick.

"No!"

And fired.

"NO!" Jason let out a cry as he hopped off of his seat.

"Guards!"

Soldiers came dashing inside. Jason grabbed one by the shoulders and kneed him in the forehead-knocking him out instantly. He threw a punch at another causing him to fall on the floor with a bleeding, broken nose. He grabbed a probe off of the table and shoved it down an approaching guard's eye causing him to stumble over, screaming in pain as red gouged down his face. One successfully was able to grab his arms but the teen broke free and threw him into the monitors. Static and electricity flew everywhere as the machine revved before finally giving up.

In hearing the ruckus, more came rushing in.

"Get him down!" Cried the medic.

It took eight more men to pin him down to the floor as Dr. Freidman, against Hugo's requests produced a tranquilizer and jammed it in his neck.

Hugo gazed once more into the boy's enigmatic blue eyes before his sockets folded over them, declaring the sedative took effect.

"Take him to the Recuperation and Care unit." He spoke as he placed the needle back in his white overcoat. "Prepare him for the kill-chip insertion op."

The men obliged as they put him in a stretcher and hauled him out of the room, Freidman rubbed his forehead and placed his hands on his hips.

"He was still hallucinating, Doctor Freidman."

"He was on the verge of hurting more of our men and possibly himself." He twisted around. "What were you trying to find?"

"Exposing my patients' secrets is my job." Professor Strange explained as he maintained his placid composure. "I had to know his breaking point, what makes him snap. From there, I can then take…initiative."

"From what I see, there's nothing special about this damn kid." He spat. "He's just another spolied rich boy who couldn't handle his life and decided to run away."

"Language, Dr. Freidman."

"Look." He exhaled. "This is something I'm not going to sweep under the rug here." The medic raised his palms to the ceiling. "Slade and Marco would like to know how a simple psych procedure turned out to result in four unconscious men and a patient mumbling to himself like some psycho."

"They'd also like to know about your nightly visits with the Yanomami and your partake in their rituals." Hugo began. "Or your feverish affair with one of the tribeswomen. That's enough to result in serious…repercussions for you and...what's her name? Yarima?"

"What?" He spoke in feigned disbelief. "You can't prove that."

"Those explicit pictures my men took speak otherwise." Strange said. "Why do you think I chose you specifically for this session?"

Ryan Freidman clenched his jaw. His defeated brown eyes stared off into the distance.

"We tried to sedate him before the op. He resisted. Resulting in the incapacitation of four of our men."

"Freidman?"

"...Sir."


Professor Strange's Office

Moments later

"There is something disturbingly eccentric about this patient." Strange spoke into his tape recorder rested on his polished wooden desk.

"His mind. It was as if his subconscious mind has created barriers, defense mechanisms. It's keeping him from exposing his secrets, divulging his fears, realizing his insecurities. Whatever Todd was hiding back there, his brain was protecting it so well that even in being in a state of malleability his psyche was still insuperable. That takes discipline, that takes training.

Serious training.

Jason has gone through critical trauma in the past. Abusive father, meth addicted mother. He seems to bottle up his rage yet it periodically manifests as bouts of temper and aggressiveness. A habit that not even I may be able to rectify. Unhealthy? Yes. But this is ideal for the perfect killer.

The end of the session intrigued me the most. He seems to have a high emotional attachment to the Batman. Proven that his brain wave frequency dramatically increased upon him saying his name. Does Todd have or had an affiliation with him? This may aid in my search for discovering Batman's alter ego. However, this all could be just wishful thinking. Batman is held in high esteem and is held dearly in the hearts of many Gothamites. Picking at his mind may be fruitless. But it is worth investigating."

He clicked the stop button and turned his attention to the monitor before him.

"Computer, upload new file." Hugo leaned back in his seat while pressing the tips of his fingers together.

"Subject's name, Jason Todd."