Okay guys, as promised, long chapter. Ugh, I don't know how great tomorrow's update is going to be. I have a two hour long dentist appointment and I won't be feeling all that great.

The warehouse was not abandoned as was typical of this type of situation. No, it was filled to the brim with places to hide. There were more guards than was Joker fashion and it screamed wrong in every sense of the word.

Dick swallowed hard, trying to quell the fear and panic. This wasn't safe. It wasn't safe for Jason, Tim, and Damian. It wasn't even safe for Wally or Roy or Babs. This was something Batman took care of. This very wrong, scary situation he should never have been afraid of was always taken care of by the night personified.

"We should split up." Roy advised. "With all of the guards it'll be easier to take them down without seeming like an army."

"Yeah, I'll take Tim—er, what do you call yourself?" Kon sheepishly eyed Tim, who only shook his head in aggravation and pulled up his cowl.

"Red Robin. Jay is Red Hood, Damian is Nightwing and Dick is Robin."

"I'm Batgirl." Barbara added, glaring at Tim for leaving her out.

Robin felt another small surge of panic. They were going to split up; he wouldn't be able to keep a close eye on them and protect them like he failed to protect Bruce. If they ended up seriously hurt he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

"Red Robin and I will take the East." Kon decided, linking their arms together.

Tim struggled to remove his arm, but Superboy's strength told him otherwise. Jason only gave a knowing smirk before pulling on his hood.

"I'll take the West with Arsenal over here then." Jason gave a mock salute before shoving Roy off to the side.

"Yeah, I call Batgirl." Wally was at Barbara's side faster than she could blink and was a bit taken aback when he cozied up next to her. "Which side you want to take babe? Up or down?"

Barbara grimaced and grabbed onto Damian, who looked displeased with the manhandling. "I'm going with Nightwing, thanks. We'll take the South side."

Robin would've snickered if he wasn't so worried. Damian was small, but he packed a powerful punch and was good on his feet. He was agile, but not the greatest strategist. Babs on the other hand could have three or four back up plans with just a quick scan of the terrain and crooks.

They'll be fine, he told himself over and over. They were all going to be okay. Jason and Tim were teamed up with his teammates—his older, more experienced teammates who would take care of them.

"I can't believe her." Wally groaned. "Ousted for an ankle biter."

"Come on, we get the North." Robin tugged him along before stopping suddenly. "Hey, listen up real quick. If you run into the Joker, don't try to fight him directly."

"What? Why?" Wally quirked an eyebrow from underneath his own cowl.

"I've been fighting him for years. I've never been able to take him out by myself. He's insane and he doesn't hesitate to kill." Robin eyed Babs and Damian cautiously. "It's best if we avoid him completely."

No one said anything and continued on their way. Robin sighed; he could only hope they would heed his words. Wally was still visibly upset that Babs had rejected him and was muttering about girl troubles the entire way to the North side.

Kon eyed Tim, who was silent as the grave and mentally counting guards on patrol. He began to question whether or not Tim was actually going to forgive him.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Kon started, waiting for a hint of response. It was no use, the cowl covered everything and Tim was crouched down, so he couldn't read his body language. "Would you have told me?"

"This doesn't feel right." Tim answered. "None of these clowns are actually in clown suits."

"So? They're bad guys. Since when did you care about what they wear?"

"Clowns took my dad, Kon. If these aren't the clowns, then are we at the right place? Is it a set up?"

"Probably," Kon sighed, "it's not like anyone didn't see this one coming. Holding a rich guy for hostage, only for it to be a set up to trap the real target."

"So who's the real target?"

"Us, most likely."

"He's never seen us, Kon."

"That's true, so who has he seen?"

"Dick never said anything about meeting this Joker." Tim narrowed his eyes. "He always tells us how many he took down on patrol and who. It's how he helps train us. We try and guess how he did it in the scenario that took place that night."

"So if he really doesn't know about any of us, who is he after?"

"I don't know," Tim pulled a couple of smoke bombs from his utility belt, "but we don't have any more time for chats."

"Fine with me. We allowed to make some noise?" Kon grinned, cracking his knuckles.

Tim gave him a look. "Are you seriously asking that right now?"

"What? I'm a bit of a loud person."

Tim sighed, throwing the small smoke bombs down in front of the building. Within moments the guards were coughing and unable to see their assailants. Kon grabbed one by the head and threw him into another. Tim landed two solid punches to one guard's head before elbowing him in the chest, sending him reeling back a couple of steps before dropping to the floor.

He wasn't expecting a blow to the head from behind, nor the rain of bullets afterwards aimed towards Kon, who flew into the offending guard and smashed him into the side of the warehouse. It was too late to keep the guards silent; one was screaming into a radio and another was blowing a loud whistle.

Tim's head felt like it was going to explode and the ground was swaying back and forth. Kon knelt next to Tim, shaking him back into action.

"Come on! More are on the way, and I think you might have a concussion."

"No," Tim groaned, "just a little dizzy."

"Get up!" Kon urged. "Let's move and hide. We'll ambush them in the woods and draw attention away from the others."

"Okay." Tim allowed himself to lean against Kon's muscular figure and sped out of the still foggy courtyard. "Whoa!"

"Yeah, sorry about that." Kon pulled the cowl down and examined Tim's head. "You've got a nasty bump, but I think you'll be okay."

"Just let me… let me…" Tim lurched and barely made it to the corner of another warehouse before retching violently. Kon cringed and patted his back until he stopped. "Okay, I'm good."

"That didn't sound good."

"No, my head hurts," Tim pulled his cowl back on, "but the world stopped spinning. I can fight."

"Good, cause I think we've got company."

Six gun toting guards were rounding the corner, ugly scowls on their faces. Tim armed himself with three batarangs, and Kon opted for heat vision. The burst of heat aimed for their shoes caught them off guard and Tim released his projectiles, striking two in the right hand and one in the leg. Not waiting to relish in the groans of pain, he jumped into the fray, side sweeping one before kicking him in the head. Kon took out the other two uninjured guards, bashing their heads together.

"Nice!" Tim gave him a thumbs up and turned to take out one of the gunmen with a batarang still imbedded into his palm when he noticed they were gone. "Uh oh. We lost them."

"Looks like we're playing hunter now."

"Looks like."

They rounded the corner back to the main warehouse, keeping an eye out for any sniper that might be waiting to take them out.

"You've ruined everything!" Damian snapped, eying his prey below from the roof of a neighboring warehouse.

"What? What have I ruined?"

"I was supposed to team up with Grayson. He must be shown the proper way to eliminate his enemies."

"Okay, rule number 6, Nightwing, we don't eliminate the enemies." Babs put her hands on her hips. "We aren't criminals, we're vigilantes."

"Vigilantes don't follow the law. We break it."

"That doesn't mean we kill people!" Barbara hissed. "You'd be jailed in no time. Not to mention ruin vigilantism for everyone else. Thanks, but I rather love my job."

"Oh, it's a job now Gordon?" Damian sneered. "This is the first time we've been out in costume."

"So? I like it already. Besides, I'm the Commissioner's daughter. You'd be in the slammer at the drop of a hat."

Damian scoffed. "You wouldn't do it."

"Yes, I would."

There was a loud whistle and suddenly three of the six guards on their side were running. Barbara and Damian crouched lower, eyes narrowed, analyzing the situation.

"They're heading east." Barbara whispered.

"I knew Drake would mess this up!" Damian hissed back. "He probably spent too much time sucking face with Kent to realize they'd been caught. For this, I hope he at least dies. Father wouldn't care, he has me."

Barbara punched him in the arm. "That's not nice! This is serious. If Tim and Superboy set off an alarm they could be hurt or worse."

"Good. If they're incapable then they don't deserve this position."

"He's your brother!"

"We're not related by blood. He might as well be my second cousin four times removed for all the good titles do."

"Damian, I swear—"

"It's Nightwing out here." Damian interrupted. "If you're so worried about Drake, go rescue him. I'll take out the rest of these punks."

Much like before, Damian flipped off of the roof. The flip was nowhere near as elegant as Dick's, but the brat was still agile and flexible. Barbara quickly followed, cursing as she watched him swoop down and land on one of the guards, ramming his elbow into the solar plexus of another, earning a cry of agony as his ribs snapped.

With one last lunge, Damian head butted the last guard, barely avoiding being shot in the process. Barbara caught up to him and meant to grab him, but he slipped past her and started for the interior of the warehouse.

Before she could once again take off after him, a violent tug on her hair knocked her backwards before she was shoved forward onto her stomach. There was someone on top of her and memories of that dark night in the alley caused all rational thought to leave. She struggled, but once again her hair was tugged and sickly sweet feminine voice filled her ears.

"You've got some pretty locks." The woman giggled from on top of her. "Reminds me of Red. I don't like it when other people copy my friends. Maybe I should give you a haircut!"

There was cold steel pressed against her cheek. Barbara froze, trying to control her breathing.

"Mistah J likes to make people smile with this knife; but it's a bit too messy for me. I just want to cut off your head! Your name isn't Robin is it?" She took the knife away and made a strange pouting sound. "I can't kill ya if you're Robin. Mistah J says I have to bring you straight to him."

"Yes, my name is Robin." Barbara answered slowly.

"Really? Not fair! Not fair at all!" The woman got off of her and hauled her up. "You know, Puddin' hasn't spent half as much time with me and the babies as he has lookin' for you. I get real jealous."

The tone turned dangerous, and Barbara wrapped her foot around the woman's ankle, pulling forward and forcing the woman to fall backwards.

"Ow! What'd ya do that for?"

The woman was dressed like a jester, hat and everything. Her blue eyes were surrounded by white makeup. Barbara backed up and took her stance.

"I can't believe it!" She suddenly pointed an accusatory finger at her and her irritation turned into rage. "Mistah J's been cheating on me! Shoulda known Robin wasn't a superhero name! I'll kill him! But not before I kill you! You're going to feel exactly what Harley Quinn can do to someone who dares touch my Puddin'!"

"What?" Barbara watched as Harley stood up, eyes blazing with rage. "I'm not with anyone! My name isn't Robin either, it's Batgirl!"

"Who cares?" Harley screamed back at her, grabbing the knife she'd dropped when she fell. "You're a dead bat!"

With narrowed eyes, Babs leapt at her. Harley met her head on, wrapping herself around Batgirl and grabbing at her red hair once more. Batgirl pulled off Harley's hat and also grabbed a fist full of her blonde hair, slamming her forehead into the floor.

Harley snarled and kicked Batgirl in the jaw, sending her stumbling back and off of her. She swung the knife, hoping to slice at any part of Barbara. She managed to catch her arm, carving a jagged line into the flesh there.

Barbara pulled back her left arm and delivered a left hook. It caught Harley in the stomach and she doubled over, trying to take in as much air as she could. Following up with a kick to the chest and another left hook to the face, Harley was down.

Now that the adrenaline from the fight was over, Barbara felt the full burning pain of the slice in her arm. Doing her best to cover the wound, she knelt over Harley and took out a pair of handcuffs. She didn't want her to come back to finish the job she'd started later on.

"Alright, Babs," She cheered herself on breathlessly, "you just took out your first bad guy. Not bad."

Roy glanced over at Jason, who was sort of just standing back. It would help if he could see the kid's face, but that stupid red hood kept all but his eyes completely covered.

"What?" Jason asked gruffly.

"Well?" Roy replied.

"Well what?"

"Aren't you just dying to show off your skills? You're a new superhero, aren't you?"

Jason chuckled. "You've got it all wrong. I don't show off, I just go bad ass when I need to."

"Uh-huh, sure." Roy rolled his eyes. "One thing's never changed. You're still cock sure of yourself."

"Naturally. You going to take these guys out, Harper, or what?" Jason motioned towards his bow, which lay in his hand, so far unused.

"Timing is key. What, Golden Boy never you teach you that?"

"He taught me lots," Jason shot back evenly, "Now shoot your damn bow."

A whistle broke out and the guards quickly nodded at each other, but stayed put.

"Great, someone set off the alarm." Roy growled, loading up three arrows.

"Probably the brat."

Roy let loose his arrows, freezing two of the guards and striking one in the shoulder. Jason tackled one from behind, cracking the man's jaw on the pavement before picking up his gun. Taking a moment to examine it, he grinned.

"Nice."

"You son of a—" The guard was cut off by a bullet to the left foot. He cried in pain and fell, clutching his feet to his chest in agony.

Jason shot another in the hip and Roy took out the last three with more arrows. Blowing on the end of the gun, he rounded on whoever it was that was trying to sneak up on him. He was surprised to his brother and Kon at the other end of his barrel.

"Whoa, Jay, it's us!" Tim put his hands up.

"Whatever happened to no names on the field?" Jason growled, lowering the gun.

"Sorry, force of habit." Tim snapped back.

"Was it you two who set off the alarm?" Roy glared at them, looking for some form of guilt to trip on their faces.

"It was Damian." Tim and Kon answered together flawlessly.

"Figures."

Kon sent Tim a small smile, and Tim sent him one back. When in doubt, agree to lie and blame it on your younger brother who wants to make your life hell.

"We lost a couple of guys. You seen 'em?" Kon asked, scanning through the groaning bodies.

"If we did we got 'em." Jason answered. "Should we rescue the brat and Batgirl or go in?"

"Rock paper scissors." Tim held out his fist. "Whoever wins gets to go rescue Dad. Loser has to rescue Damian."

"Done."

Jason won two out of three and flaunted his victory. "Have fun, Red Robin."

"Shut up. C'mon!" Tim pulled at Kon and the four once again split into two teams of two.

"If there were this many outside guys, there's got to be more inside guys. Hard to tell, though. There's so much crap in this hell hole I can't even spot anything other than boxes and crates." Roy informed, peeking through a dirty window. "Let's go. Oh, leave the gun. Makes too much noise."

Jason scowled, but did as asked, tossing his favorite weapon. "Golden Boy said we don't use guns. I beg to differ. If I find a better one, I'm taking it."

"Fine. Bruce is going to kill you though."

"Feh, if he can even get into the Batcave."

For those who don't know what Chubby Bubbles is, it's a hilarious internet meme going around. Simply google it and you'll find some incredibly hilarious pictures. As for Amnesia, it's a horror game that recently came out. Scariest thing I've ever seen. Reaction videos are also hilarious.

Darkrubaby, I know it's a lot of characters to be working around with, but I think I can make it work. I struggled for hours on whether or not I was going to bring in Kaldur and Roy(young Justice). I was going to include Artemis as well, but decided against it. But I think it's important for most of the team to be there, and I've something planned for Roy. It's not much, mind you, but it's enough to be planned on, I guess.