Barbra was up in her room, immersed in the thick volume that she had planned to read during her week spent in Jump. Suddenly a buzzing filled her room. The reached into her desk and pulled out a small yellow circular device. She pulled out her mask and stuffed it on her face before answering.

"Yes?" she hissed. Robin's face appeared in the communicator.

"Can you talk right now?" he asked.

"Let me call you right back," she replied. She pulled off her mask, threw on a jacket, grabbed the phone and put it into her pocket and climbed out her window and onto the roof. Once she'd settled herself out of sight from the ground, she picked up the phone and dialed Dick's number. It had only rung for about half a time when he answered. "So what's up?"

"Nothing much, I just thought you might want to talk."

"So this is why you were so determined to give me the communicator?" Barbra teased.

"I will admit it was a plus," he replied. "But you deserve that communicator, you're diffidently a Titan. Even Starfire didn't object."

"Starfire seems a little extreme sometimes," she observed.

"She's just very excitable…"

"I don't mean in a bad way, I just mean that she doesn't seem to have much in between dislike and crazy friendly."

"I guess that's just Starfire," he replied. Barbra smiled.

"Though she seems much happier now for some reason," she replied.

"This might have to do with a certain archer we are all too familiar with," Robin replied. "I swear he's never actually in his own city anymore." Barbra laughed.

"Interesting twist there," she remarked.

"Lots of couples, with those two and Donna and Connor," he said.

"Yeah, there are now that I think about it," she replied, suddenly a little nervous.

"Yeah," Robin replied.

"So ha…" Barbra stopped mid sentence because she thought she heard a car drive up.

"Hey Babs, I was wondering if you might want to maybe…" Barbra heard a crash from inside the house.

"Dick I think something's wrong," she said quickly, hearing another crash. "I've got to go." She hung up the phone, scrambled back through her window, and raced across her room, depositing the phone on the bed as she went. She crept out of her room and down the stairs. The door was wide open, but there was no one in the entry hall. A maniacal laugh came from the kitchen. Barbra tip-toed over and peaked through slightly ajar door.

"And how are you doing today, Commissioner?" The Joker asked, cackling.

"What are you doing here?" her dad demanded.

"Just having a little fun, Commish," Joker replied. "Speaking of fun, where's that girl of yours?"

"She's not home," her dad announced. "The police will be here soon." Joker simply cackled again. Barbra looked around the hallway, grabbing a large brass candlestick.

"I don't think so," he said. "I'd say were perfectly alone, Commish." Joker suddenly raised a gun. Commissioner Gordon dove behind the kitchen counter as Joker pulled the trigger, but Barbra hit him in the back with the candlestick, sending the bullet into the ceiling instead as Joker stumbled forward. Barbra grabbed his arm, starting to twist the gun out of it, but her injured wrist suddenly filled with pain, making her hesitate just enough for The Joker to throw her off him.

"See, now this is more fun," he announced as Barbra stumbled backwards. She caught her balance and looked up just in time to see Joker level the gun at her. She started to dodge out of the way, but she knew she wouldn't be in time. BANG.

Something brightly colored collided with her, knocking her to the ground.

"Wha…" Joker said, surprised enough that he forgot to laugh. Barbra took full advantage of his surprise, kicking him squarely in the shin. Joker crumpled over in pain while Barbra leapt to her feet, and, ready for the pain in her wrist this time, snatched the gun, twisted it out of his hand and smashed it into his head. The Joker fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Barbra?" her dad asked, standing a foot away holding a frying pan over his head. She flashed him a quick smile, inwardly cursing. Her dad's gaze settled over her shoulder. Barbra spun around at face Robin, who was still lying on the floor. No.

She raced forward, kneeling down next to him and rolling him over. His side was stained red, bleeding from a wound in his lower abdomen.

"Dad, please tell me the alarm was on," Barbra said, pulling off her jacket and wadding it to apply pressure to the wound.

"The police should be here soon," Commissioner Gordon assured her, grabbing the phone. "I'll make sure they're bringing an ambulance." Barbra nodded, turning her attention back to Robin. He was breathing shallowly, and his pulse was thready.

"Stay with me," she commanded in a whisper. Sirens approached, and Barbra sighed when she distinguished an ambulance among them. Soon, EMTs rushed in, she could hear them talking to her dad. They raced into the kitchen.

"Entry wound lower abdomen, through-and-through, lost consciousness immediately, pulse thready and breathing shallow," she informed them. The more composed one nodded, and if he found the situation odd, he didn't show it. He stepped forward and Barbra got out of their way, walking out into the hallway.

"How did he know we were in trouble?" her dad asked her. Barbra laughed hollowly.

"You're really going to question how Batman and Robin function?" she asked. The EMTs rushed by, pushing Robin on a stretcher. The composed one from earlier turned to them.

"Are either of you coming?" he asked quickly.

"Yes," Barbra replied. The EMT looked at her dad, who nodded before sending her a look that clearly said, "We'll talk later." Barbra nodded and followed the EMT out of the house.