Author's Note: Took a long break from this fanfic because I was too mad at Young Justice to write anything, but I'm back! Please note that stuff in italics is flashbacks! Please enjoy!

Alfred usually ignored the news.

After Batman's first escapade where Bruce had nearly been caught by speeding police cars, it became quite clear to Alfred that the news was not the best thing to watch if he wished his nerves to remain intact.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, he had decided to polish the china and had simply put on the TV as some noise to fill the sheer silence of the Manor. He had almost finished when he heard the words.

"Batman is dead!"

The priceless piece of china fell to the floor and broke into a hundred thousand tiny pieces of glass.

"Where is he?" A voice growled and the Commissioner nearly jumped. Spinning around from the bat-signal, he found Robin along with a few other teenagers he didn't recognize.

"Robin," Jim sighed sadly. In truth, he had hoped for Batman to somehow miraculously show up. "Scarecrow set off a bomb. I didn't see Batman come out of the rubble."

"Where?" Robin hissed and Gordon almost shuddered. It would appear that Robin had picked up on some of Batman's more terrifying traits.

"Arkham," Jim replied and instantly Robin pulled out his grappling gun. "But with that amount of toxin, it would be impossible for Batman to have—" And with a glare that would have rivaled Batman's own, Robin turned around and icily said:

"He's alive."

And then he and his team vanished into the night.

"Where are we?" M'gann whispered as the team stepped onto the deserted grounds of the asylum.

"Arkham Asylum," Kaldur informed her. "Home of all of Gotham's criminally insane villains."

"Yeah, well this place gives me the creeps," Wally muttered as they follow Robin towards the building. "Who even thought it was a good idea to lock psychos all the way out here?"

"Who knows," Superboy mumbled, his gaze focused on M'gann. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," M'gann answered, shooting him a reassuring smile. "You don't need to worry."

"Robin?" Kaldur called. The youngest team member had suddenly stopped near where the main door of the asylum had been blown off its hinges. "Did you find something?" The young teen picked up a piece of a black cloth and held and rubbed it between his fingers.

"This is a part of his cape," Robin mumbled. "But—"

"It probably got torn off in the fight!" Wally exclaimed suddenly.

"Yeah!" Connor echoed and Robin smiled slightly.

"Or it could've come from him being blown to pieces," a sinister voice hissed from the shadows. The team instantly tensed up as Scarecrow suddenly appeared. "I killed Batman, little Robin. What'll you do?"

"Where is he?" Robin shouted.

"Hell, hopefully," Scarecrow replied and Robin tensed up. "Either way, he's gone forever. Is that what you fear most, little child? Being without your protective Batman?"

"It's over, Scarecrow!" Robin yelled.

"Funny," Scarecrow mumbled. "That's what he told me right before I killed him."

Before his team could even re-act, Robin charged.

"Have you seen this?" Lois exclaimed as she pulled her husband towards the television. Clark barely had time to put down his keys before Lois had dragged him into the living room of their apartment.

"Hi honey, nice to see you too," Clark joked as he sat down in front of the screen. "What did you want to—?"

He quickly read the information bar rolling across the screen and he felt for a second as if he had hit with a dose of kryptonite. Bruce . . . dead? How could this be? No one could kill Batman! He was practically invincible!

"Is it true?" Lois questioned, her eyes glistening with tears. "Is he gone?"

"I . . . I don't know."

"Oh, Clark," Lois mumbled. "What about Robin? I mean, if it's true—"

"Robin!" Clark suddenly exclaimed. If Dick saw this on the news, then who knew what he might do?

Before Lois had time to say another word, Clark had suddenly super-sped from the apartment.

Hey, Bruce?

Yes, Dick?

A punch thrown to the left that Scarecrow dodged, but Robin could hear his team spring into action. Scarecrow wouldn't win this fight!

What do think death is like?

Bruce wasn't dead. Scarecrow was hiding him somewhere or maybe he had escaped! Whatever the case, Dick would beat Scarecrow to a pulp and then find out.

Why are you asking?

Well, I mean, do you think my parents . . . well, do you think they're in a better place now?

Bruce had saved him from a life of orphanages and sadness. Because of Bruce, he had a reason to be happy and live even though his parents were gone. Connor flung Scarecrow back and he crashing into the brick wall.

"Where is he?" Dick roared and Scarecrow hoarsely laughed. "Wrong answer!" Dick punched him in the gut.

I'd like to think so, yes.

And your parents?

Dick, what brought this up? Are you okay?

Wally sped up towards Scarecrow, he dodged at the very last second and Wally couldn't stop in time. He collided with M'gann and the two went flying.

"Miss Martian! Kid Flash!" Kaldur exclaimed. "Robin! We must fall back!"

"Tell me where Batman is!" Robin screamed.

"I already did. He's in Hell."

I was just . . . worried.

About?

Well, Jean from school said that because my parents worked in the circus that they'd be in Hell forever.

Dick, Jean's an idiot. We both know that your parents were amazingly kind people.

So, are they happy?

"Robin! Now!" Kaldur ordered. Connor was helping Wally and M'gann up, but the young teenager would not relinquish his hold on the villain. Scarecrow was bruised and bleeding, but wouldn't give up which made Kaldur extremely nervous. Why would he remain here? Why didn't he flee the scene?

Dick, wherever they are, I'm sure that they are happy and are watching over you. They love you very much.

Like you do?

Yes, like I do.

I love you too, Bruce.

"One more chance, Scarecrow," Robin growled. "Where is he?"

"Soon," Scarecrow mumbled as he summoned up his strength to quickly prick Dick with something. "You'll see him soon." Robin staggered back as he realized what just happened.

He had been hit with the toxin.

"Stay back!" He screamed at his team. "I've been hit with the toxin!" He was losing his grip on rational thought—he had to stay calm! What would Bruce do?

Now, what do you say that we convince Alfred to make some of his amazing hot chocolate?

Yes! Bruce, you're so great!

But . . . Bruce wasn't here anymore.

Dick was alone.

Author's Note: I tried a few things in this chapter to see if I could spice things up. I really liked this chapter! What did y'all think? Review please!