Yay! Fourth chapter! Word of caution, around the end, this chapter hovers between K+ and T. What can I say? It involves Joker and Jason, and I couldn't resist. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!

They were about to head out the door, when Dick suddenly put his hand on Jason's shoulder and stopped him.

"I think we're losing our edge.."

Jason turned. "What are you talking about?"

Dick rolled his eyes. "Helloooo?" He said gesturing to both of them, who were equally devoid of costumes.

"You really want to take on the Joker looking like this?"

Jason chuckled.

"What?..

"You sounded so girly right there…but to answer your question, your right. We have GOT to get you out of those hideous clothes."

Now it was Dick's turn to glare, but he quickly turned it into one of his sarcastic worried faces.

"I know right? Maybe something more modern?..." He asked in a girly sort of way.

Jason rolled his eyes, went back inside and grabbed their stuff, throwing Dick's things to him. They put their costumes on with their regular clothes over top, providing for easy access to the costumes that were just underneath.

The cell buzzed just as Jason was finishing up changing. He flipped it open.

From Tim: I just traced Joker's location to the Gotham Laboratory of Physics and Experimental Divisions. Don't ask me what he's doing hanging with a bunch of science nerds…

"According to the replacement, we're heading to the Gotham Lab." Jason relayed to his brother.

"What for?" Dick sounded confused.

"Apparently that's where Joker is."

"Since when does Joker have any interest in furthering science?..."

"Beats me...

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Upon arrival at the lab, the terrible two ditched their street clothes for their costumes, and made their way inside via the air ducts. They worked their way to the ceiling of the main lab, which was a room large enough to be an auditorium. In the middle of the room was a large machine which was humming loudly, indicating it was on…whatever it was.

Not far from the machine was what appeared to be one of the scientists that worked in the lab, acting overly happy. He was saying something. But they were too high up to hear, and the hum of the machine drowned his voice out. What both Jason and Dick found weird was that surrounding him was a large group of people that did not look like scientists at all. In fact, they looked strikingly similar to Joker's thugs. What was Joker's thugs doing around a scientist nobody? Scattered around the room were many crates.

While everyone's attention below was focused on the scientist, Jason silently dropped behind the group, by means of a rope, hidden out of view by a bunch of crates. Dick was still up above, waiting for him to land safely before coming down himself. Then Jason heard it, someone was calling for help. He traced the source of the sound to a nearby crate and pried it open. What was inside made him gasp and put his hand over his mouth in shock.

"Well I'll be.. It's The Red Hood!" Jason just stood there, unsure of what to do. Inside the crate, tied up, was none other than the Joker himself. Or…so he thought. His voice was lacking that high pitched, insane tone, and instead was replaced with a normal man's voice.

His relieved expression suddenly turned to one of fear.

"Look out!" But Jason was so busy trying to gather in his thoughts what he saw in front of him, that he didn't react quick enough to the two men who were behind him, as one punched him across the face, sending him to the ground, and the other grabbed him by his arms, Tying his hands behind his back.

They forced him to his feet again, and dragged him out from behind the boxes to the rest of the group after putting what seemed to be the Joker, in a different crate and locked it again.

"Weeeell! If it isn't the hoody!" Came the voice Jason recognized instantly as he was forced to his knees, and his helmet was removed and taken from him. When he looked up however, the source of the voice did not come from who he was expecting at all. It was the scientist he had seen earlier from the ceiling. But that voice…There was no mistaking it. Jason simply stared at the scientist who was now inches from his face, holding a crowbar.

He laughed, that laugh that was both insane and sinister.

"Awww, confused? Let me clear things up for you." Without any warning, he brought the crowbar across his face, knocking him to the ground.

He looked down at him, grinning darkly. "Still don't understand? Let me put it in BLACK" The crowbar hit his back. "And WHITE" It was jabbed into his ribs. Jason gritted his teeth as the pain flew through his body, unable to do anything as his arms were still tied behind him. He turned and looked up at the man with dagger eyes and a dark expression on his face.

The scientist laughed again. "Ah yes! It's coming back now isn't it?"

The only thought that brought Jason any comfort was that they didn't know that Dick was here too. He hadn't dropped down yet when Jason was caught. Speaking of Goldie…Where was he? Anytime would be just FINE…Jason thought in his head angrily.

"This is even easier than last time!" He crowed as he stomped his foot down on his head, driving him back into the ground. Despite all that was going on, Jason had only one thought stuck in his head: That body…and that voice…was SO wrong together…

Well there's another chapter! Hope you guys like the twist! Again, Thank you for all the great reviews! I didnt expect this story to be that popular :)