As I left the Joker, having told him everything I knew about the Batman, I knew I needed a plan. First, I had to get out of Gotham. Way too crowded with all the villains, Joker, Two-Face, Poison Ivy; not to mention Batman would soon be hunting me down.

However, before leaving Gotham, one thing I needed to get first was a new costume. My old red, yellow, and green one wouldn't work for my new persona. However, here I encountered a problem. The only place I knew to go was Lucius Fox, CEO of Wayne Enterprises and one of Batman's few confidents. He was the one who had designed and manufactured both Bruce's costume, as well as the old Robin one.

I would have to go to Wayne Enterprises, the headquarters of my old mentor and newfound enemy.

I walked through the city, towards the towering skyscraper that stood higher than anything else in the dark city. People filled the streets, rushing to work, completely unaware of the psychopath wandering in their midst. Still, being surrounded by so many people made me paranoid and even in normal clothing, I felt like everyone would discover my true identity. The weight of the gun in my pocket provided a small comfort: I would not be unarmed.

I kept my head down as I walked into the building, trying to maintain my aura of stealth. A large crowd of people was milling around in the lobby area killing time until the day officially started: drinking coffee, talking with coworkers, typing on their laptops. Keeping my focus, I maneuvered through the crowd of and managed to make it into an elevator relatively unnoticed.

I jammed my finger against the up button repeatedly, hoping in vain that it would arrive sooner. No one seemed to pay much attention to me, wrapped up in the business of their daily lives. I breathed in relief a ding sounded out, indicating that the elevator had finally arrived. Stepping in swiftly, I found myself alone with the door slowly shutting seconds later. Then a hand appeared, stopping the doors and forcing them back open.

"Sorry," the man said, struggling for breath as he entered, "didn't want to wait for the next one." I just nodded, forcing myself into the corner in an attempt to remain unnoticed.

"Wait a second, is that you Dick?" I looked up, curious at the excited tone in the voice I now recognized as Fred Stickley. "It is! Dick, it's been so long."

I was so confused; why was this guy not screaming in terror? Surely he knew that I had recently killed five people. "Um, yeah it has been Mr. Stickley. How have you been sir?"

"Remember, Dick, call me Fred. But, you! Glad to see you recovered from that sickness Bruce was talking about. What was it exactly, he wouldn't say?"

I couldn't resist letting out a small laugh. Poor delusional Bruce. Part of him must have been hoping I'd regain my sanity and he had therefore lied to everyone at Wayne Enterprises about my absence. "Oh, right. Chromoblastomycosis, very painful but easily cured, luckily for me." Looking very confused, Fred just nodded, having no idea what that disease was. I honestly had no idea either, but it sounded bad.

The elevator slowed to a halt and we both glanced up at the floor level. He sighed, obviously not thrilled to start work. "Well, it was nice talking to you Dick. I'll see ya around."

"Of course, Fred." As he exited the elevator I grinned to myself. This might be easier than I thought if no one knew the truth about me. Feeling more confident, I boldly stepped out of the elevator, walking down the hallway towards Lucius Fox's office.

Striding down the office halls, a few people noticed me and called out their hellos. This was so incredibly easy. As I approached the end of the aisle I saw Ana Garcia, a gorgeous Brazilian immigrant and secretary to Lucius, stationed outside the office.

I smiled flirtatiously as I approached the desk. "Hey there Ana." She looked up in surprise, having not paid attention to my entrance, and her eyes lit up when she noticed it was me.

"Dick! It's great to see you healthy again" she said smiling. "Are you here to see Lucius?"

"Yeah, I'm on private business for Bruce; you know how he is." She nodded sympathetically and went to pick up the phone to announce my presence. I quickly stopped her hand. "I think I'll just surprise him, okay?"

"Oh, of course. Go right in Dick."

I smiled again before heading towards the door to the office that was the workplace of the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. I opened the doors and quietly stepped into the office. The room was giant, a typical CEO's office complete with a standard mahogany desk and other expensive furniture. Sitting at the desk, working intently was Lucius.

I remembered him well: a kind, aging black man who had just recently recovered from a stroke. Bruce had even taken me to visit him in the hospital just two months ago, saying I should get to know those I would be interacting with.

"Ana should have buzzed you in" the man started before he noticed who was standing in the doorway. "Dick? You've– " I shut the door behind me as I interrupted him. "Recovered? Yeah, I know. The doctors said it was a miracle." I smirked at his shocked face as he continued to stare at me.

"I was actually going to say been released from Arkham Asylum" he said suspiciously, studying me. My face instantly hardened. Of course Bruce would have been honest with Lucius; he was one of the few people the guarded man trusted.

"Why would you think that?" I questioned, still acting innocent to the crimes we both knew I had committed. As he continued his visual examination he muttered, more to himself, "that's what Bruce said."

"Really? I wonder where he got that idea from." I shrugged, wanting to continue the charade for as long as possible. Before he could continue I revealed the intent of my visit. "Listen Lucius, unfortunately I'm not just here to chat with you. Me and Bruce were talking and decided I needed a new costume. My seemingly traffic light inspired outfit, well, it just sticks out to much. So, we were thinking more black and red."

"Really?" he said, somewhat incredulous. I nodded and forced a small smile despite his tight scrutiny. The frown seemed frozen on his face and his eyes flashed dangerously. "Maybe I should call–"

It had become obvious that he had no intention of helping me willingly, and the options were slowly narrowing. Pity, I had genuinely like the man. "Lucius" I said, spitting out his name, "we can do this the easy way… or we can do this the hard way."

As he continued to do nothing, I sighed and quickly flashed my coat open so he could see the gun. That changed the entire equation and a new look appeared on his face: one of fear. "Ya see Lucius, or actually can I call you Louie? Great. Brucey, he told you the truth. But, I do need a new outfit, because, as you could probably guess, the old one doesn't really fit my personality anymore, so I need it changed. Now."

I saw his eyes, filled with fear, flit around the room looking for any escape. His hand crept towards the security button. "Oh, I wouldn't do that Louie. Probably wouldn't end well for you." I laughed coldly, staring at him fiercely. His eyes slowly rose to meet my own before he instantly lowered them in terror.

Trembling, Louie returned his hand to his lap. Anyone could tell he was terrified: while he often helped Batman, he had never been this close to the danger before. "Now, how about my new uniform?" I questioned.

He just nodded mutely. Getting up cautiously from his desk, he walked swiftly to the other side of the office, opened a secret doorway, and stepped inside, beckoning me to follow him. Looking around, I made sure no one would notice our mysterious disappearance, and then stepped into the doorway.

As soon as we were hidden from public view, I pulled out the gun from my coat. Creeping down the staircase, I kept a cautious eye out for Louie. Desperate men did desperate things, and I wouldn't put a surprise attack past Louie.

Instead, I found him waiting in an elevator, eyes down and fear obvious in every single one of his movements. I walked into the elevator, the gun gripped casually in my hand. He jumped when he saw it, but said nothing. I laughed, "Uncomfortable Louie?"

He mumbled something unintelligible, and we spent the rest of the ride down in silence.

We finally arrived at the bottom and I forced him out first, the gun inches from his back. He quickly strode into the large, open room, desperate to put ground between him and the dangerous firearm. The room's contents appeared simple, tables standing with few chairs. However, most of the tables were overflowing with advanced technology, and an entire wall of the room was filled with computer monitors. "Ju-just draw what you want on that tablet" he muttered, pointing at one of the many pieces of equipment that littered the room.

I strode over to the desk he had pointed to and set to work on the design in my head: mostly black, but with a red bird silhouette covering the torso. Once I had finished, I thrust the small device into his hands. "Make it, now. And add weapons, the best you have."

He paused, uncertain, but once he noticed my glare he quickly nodded and set to work. Leaving his to his task, I walked slowly to the entrance to the elevator. Kneeling down on the ground, with my gun still in hand, I calmly leant against the doors and waited patiently.

I felt myself lightly dozing off, when I finally heard Louie's tired voice. "It's done." I instantly sprang up, all traces of fatigue gone in a moment. As I started to approach Louie and the suit laid out in the table in front of him, I noticed him clenching something in his hand.

"Don't even think about trying anything Louie." Sighing, he slowly dropped the batarang he had been trying so hard to conceal. He stood demurely once more all hope gone. I crept over, still cautious, and once I was certain of my safety I examined his work.

Despite the pressure and time constraint, he had done amazing. "Very nice Louie. Weapons?" He pointed to another table mutely and I went over and examined the objects on the surface. Most were fairly simplistic and not as deadly as I would have hoped, but they would suffice for now.

I turned toward the trembling CEO's figure and grinned, "You did good Louie. I'm quite proud." He looked up, cautious optimism gleaming in his eyes. "Unfortunately, you were dead either way."

He cried out in terror and instantly turned, sprinting towards the elevator doors. I laughed coolly, held up the gun and fired once. He cried out in pain, clutching the injured leg as he fell to the ground.

"Pl-please don't. I-I won't tell anyone, I pr-promise."

"Can't do that Louie. Fact of the matter is, you are now a liability and I also need to get my kill count back up to six. Whichever reason you prefer, but either way you're dead." Without another sound I fired twice more, once at his head, then again at his heart. None of my victims would ever survive again.

Louie now lay, lifeless on the cold floor, blood pooling out around the body, Leaning down, I slowly dipped my finger in the blood. Approaching the nearest wall, I wrote out a note for my former mentor. 'Adios Brucey. I'll miss ya. Love, Dick'

Grinning I turned back towards my new outfit. Quickly changing into it, I then grabbed my weapons and then headed to the elevator. The ride up was as quiet as the initial ride down, only this time it had one less occupant.

As soon as I arrived at the top I crept back into the now dead CEO's office. Going back through the office in my new apparel was out of the question, so the next best option was one of the floor to ceiling windows that made up an entire wall of the fancy office.

I clutched the chair next to the desk and shoved it towards the windows. With a crash they shattered, glass raining down on the floor. Alarms instantly rang out, the sounds reverberating throughout the building. Grinning I took the grapple gun I had stolen from the room where Louie now lay dead and shot across towards the buildings on the other side of the street.

Much to my amusement, the streets were soon flooded with most of Wayne Enterprise's 15,000 employees and countless police pulling up to the scene. I knew it was time to leave Gotham City; my work here was done.

My next stop would be Jump City. After careful consideration, it seemed the best place to set up myself up. I already knew my friends Roy Harper and Garth, other ex-heroes, were there and it seemed a good place to start my new life. It seemed most mentors were failing with their protégés and I knew they would understand my flight.

I climbed down the building, landing in one of the many dark alleys Gotham housed. I examined one of the nearby streets from the darkness and located my new method of transportation – a blood red motorcycle. I crept out, ignoring shocked bystanders and grabbed the motorcycles. Using a pick I found inside my new utility belt I quickly started the motorcycle and sped out onto the street.

I cried out in excitement as I flew down the streets heading towards my new home – Jump City.

There's chapter 6, pretty long. So, quick note. Imagine Robin's new costume as the traditional Nightwing one but with a red bird, not blue. Pretty simple really. Anyways, thank you very much to KaliAnn for reviewing the last chapter. It's kinda funny but I was actually considering adding Slade, so maybe in a future chapter. We'll see.

Thanks to everyone who reads and, of course, to all who choose to review. :)