Hey, anyone remember this story? Well, I do! Here's a long-overdue update!

I do not own Teen Titans or Batman. Not even Dick and Jason... *Cries*

The Joker happily strolled into the makeshift Jump City base, not even flinching when Harley Quinn nearly threw herself on him.

"How'd it go, Mr. J?"

The clown smiled charmingly at her, making the woman giggle girlishly, before he answered, swing her around a bit while he did so.

"The Birdy Boy has changed a whooole lot, but he is totally still a bucket of fun! His little super-powered friends looked like drags, though... But who knows? They could still be of some entertainment yet!"

While the clown couple spoke, one goon hesitantly approached them.

"Ummm... Mr. Joker?"

The two stopped swinging, and the Joker's grin changed to a fierce scowl.

"What? Can't you see I'm a bit busy right now?" he snapped, motioning to Harley, who was pouting childishly at having their time interrupted.

"You... may want to see these." A pile of photos were being held in the thug's hand. Joker snatched them up, still scowling. As he shifted through the pictures, his eyes widened and were soon filled with pure hatred.

Eventually, he slapped the pile on a nearby table, an extremely tight, forced smile on his face. His eyes were fixated at the top photo, which lead to Harley looking over his shoulder to see it. She gasped at the sight.

The photo was of the original Robin, Batman, and the new Robin standing together, on top of Titans Tower.

"The Bat Brat is teaming up with his daddy and replacement, huh?" he snarled out. "Well, that's not fair game! Why, poor Harl and I will be up against those three and the other kiddies? Not fair at all!" Now pacing, the clown's acid green eyebrows were set in thought.

"Maybe we could get some help..." Harley suggested hesitantly, her hand slowly reaching for his arm.

"Who? Those HIVE brats? That Dr. Light guy? Sladey?" he paused at the name. "Heh, after we tried teaming up a few years ago, I reallly think he'd rather kill me than even stand five feet from me... I didn't mean to blow up his house! I guess I may be why he moved to this city..." Now noticing Harley's hand, he quickly swatted it away.

The clown continued pacing, until he suddenly stopped, his eyes wide and sparkling with wicked glee.

"Ohhh, I know exactly how to even the score!" he cackled maniacally.

"How, Mr. J?"

The smile was back, and completely genuine, while he answered. Of course, for him, a genuine smile was anything but a good thing.

"Why, there is two of us! So there should only be two of them fighting us!"

While he started skipping around the room, plotting silently and moving things around excitably, Harley looked confused.

"... How we're gonna do that, puddin'?"

The clown glanced at her, exasperated and annoyed.

"Why, we separate them from the others, of course! Really, Harl, you should work a bit harder on this!"

"Of course, Mr. J!" she squeaked out. "But... who are we separating from the others?"

"Well, I'd say the two little birdies need to get to know each other! They are practically brothers now! Plus, the little one hasn't even met his Uncle J yet! We can't have that, can we, sweetums?"

A cruel grin unfurled on Harley's face.

"Nope, we can't, Puddin',"

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Robin scowled at the boy following him. Of course the kid had to annoy Batman enough while he was trying to study a map of Jump that the older hero had practically begged his ex-sidekick to show Jason around the Tower.

The only reason he agreed to do it was because he wanted to get the kid to stop eying Starfire.

As they reached the training room, Jason glanced around before speaking suddenly.

"So... What do you use in here?"

Robin was actually rather taken aback by the random question.

"Well... I use the punching bag..."

The scoff he received in response truly annoyed him.

"That's it? Aren't you an acrobat or something?"

Robin considered if showing Jason something he hadn't even actually showed his teammates yet was a wise idea.

His mind was made up when he realized he really wanted to knock the boy' cockiness down a few knobs. So, a smirk slowly growing, he answered as he headed towards a door in the back of the room.

"I do have... this also..."

When he opened the door to reveal a large trapeze area, he was very pleased to see Jason's eyes widen a bit underneath his mask.

"... Can I see you use it?"

Robin admittedly did not expect that.

"... Sure."

Robin didn't even bother setting up the net lying in the corner of the room as he climbed the ladder, reaching the first platform. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the handle of the first swing. Closing his eyes, he jumped off the base, and instantly felt at home. The air was his home, high above all others, where he could soar free. He had to control himself from laughing happily as he released the swing, flipping a few times gracefully, only to reach the other swing in far too short a time, and land back on the platform far too soon.

He mitigated this by just grabbing hold of the swing again, continuing in his sky dance for another good ten minutes. As he soared, he had no way to see the boy standing below, who was usually so uninterested in everything, usually so reserved, have his eyes wide in pure wonder.

However, he did see it there when he approached the ground again, only to see it flicker away in seconds.

"That was okay," he said quietly, trying to hide his amazement.

"Thanks," Dick replied, studying the boy.

"Do you... do you think that you could help me with flips a bit? Bats says I really need to work on them, and you seem to have it down..."

Dick was not sure how to respond to the request. This was the boy that he had openly disliked ever since he had even heard about him. The boy that had taken his place as Bruce's partner... and very possibly his place as the man's son.

But he knew what it felt like to have Bruce expecting more than what he could do; there was no way he was leaving some other kid in that position.

"Sure. I'll set up the net."

"You didn't use one!"

"I was trained not to use a net. Also..."

"Yeah?"

"Bruce would kill me if you got hurt."

Jason laughed at the comment as Dick put the net into place.

"Okay, climb up the ladder."

Jason scampered up the ladder, then stood there, his arms crossed, as he waited for his next instruction.

"Now, grab the handle, and swing off. Let go when it reaches its peak. To do a flip, just tuck in your legs and let your body move with momentum. When you reach the other swing, grab it and go to the other platform."

Jason clutched the swing, his eyes narrowed in determination. Soon he jumped, letting gravity move him forward. When he reached the very peak of the swing, he let go.

Dick couldn't help but hold his breath when Jason started a flip.

Only for it to melt into a large smile when the boy completed the flip perfectly.

He winced, however, when Jason's hands slipped on the second swing and started descending towards the net.

Pushing away rather... unpleasant flashbacks, Robin put a (admittedly rather fake) smug smile as he approached the swearing Jason who was struggling to pull himself out of the net.

"Glad you had the net know, huh?"

Jason ignored the comment, instead walking back to the ladder.

"I'm trying again."

"Why? You did the flip perfectly."

"I need to do the whole thing perfectly."

Robin rolled his eyes at the attitude Jason held. He couldn't really judge the boy, though, since he had often, and still did occasionally, acted in a such a manner.

"Alright, let's go through this again, then."