Gotham. Night. It was sort of nostalgic, in a way. I couldn't help but think of all the times that Bruce and I policed these streets- God knows that Gotham PD didn't. Looking over the silhouette of the great city, breathing in the cool air, I missed those old days, before he...

Well, for lack of a better word, we broke up. Over a single bullet.

The wind blew my hair into my eyes...

The crisp Autumn air blew my wispy, flyaway hair out of my face. Under my mask, I faced Bruce, his cape fluttering impressively behind him. All the memories we had shared flooded my brain and brought a involuntary grin to my face.

But, it just wasn't the time for contemplation, reflection, nostalgia. We were in Battle Mode.

Bang!

I shook off the painful flashback. Business was waiting. I'd figured Bruce'd be on the same trail that I was on- figures, as Gotham's crime bosses seem to have an order to their mayhem- busting a cocaine lab on 41st Street. Spreading my wings, I flew.

Moments later I landed on the building next door to the lab, my boots silently striking the gravel rooftop. New Robin was poised below, peering into the lab through a large window in the roof. Would criminals ever learn to cover those things?

A shadowy figure approached New Robin. My breath fell short. What was Bruce teaching him? Didn't he know to always clear the scene's surroundings? The Henchman leaned in, about to grab the boy, when the glass panels gave way, and New Robin tumbled into the lab.

"Shit." I murmured, as the bullets flew with their loud BANGS! at the kid. Now I was responsible.

I jumped. I flew. I glided into the lab. A bullet whizzed past my arm...

I saw the shell casing before I felt the pain. It rolled around on the ground in front of Joker's feet. Then the pain came, and I fell to the ground, clutching my arm, knowing that writhing would only push the bullet in further, but doing it anyway. I saw my blood on the ground, and the memory of my own parents' shootings blazed in my mind like the Bat-Computer in a darkened Bat-Cave.

My feet touched the ground for maybe half a second before I delivered a spinning kick to two approaching dealers. New Robin tried to help by punching one man, but he just hit him back. That kid really needed some work. I finished the last guy off, then turned to New Robin. Kiddo tried to speak, but I just glared and shot a hook through what remained of the shattered window above, and soared out.