I hissed through clenched teeth as Barbara washed my wound with a disinfectant one of the nurses had lent her. Although we had reassured the woman that we could handle this, she still shot us concerned gazes from time to time.

"Hold still, Tim," Oracle whispered, holding the tear in my suit open with one hand and stitching the gash with the other. We couldn't risk removing my whole uniform right now.

I watched as her brow furrowed in concentration, eyes following the needle as it pierced my numb skin. She was cute when she focused so hard.

"Er," I mumbled, attempting to start conversation anew. "How did you find out that Jason was behind this all along?"

Barbara stiffened, the needle stabbing through my injured tissue. I grunted in pain. I'd probably asked for that.

"Sorry," she apologized, wiping the blood off my arm. "I can't believe he would try to hurt you like this. I'm glad the bullet only grazed you."

I raised my eyebrow. "You're glad that it took a chunk of my arm with it?"

Babs shot me a look. "Better that than your whole arm being torn apart." It appeared that my little attempt at humor had failed.

She sighed, casting her eyes down to my arm again. "When I was being held hostage, Scarecrow tried to subject me to his 'mad doctor' routine. He wanted to test a new fear injection on me."

My eyes narrowed as my hands balled into fists. The thought of Oracle being subjected to Crane's insane experiments infuriated me to no end.

"But before he could do anything to me, the Arkham Knight burst in. He made Scarecrow leave, and he asked me if I was alright." She bit her lip, nearly done suturing my wound. "I didn't want to hear anything he had to say, but he started talking about Batman and how he wouldn't save me in time," she chuckled mirthlessly. "I argued with him, told him he was wrong. That's when he showed me his face."

Barbara didn't need to explain what is was like seeing Jason risen from the grave. Her eyes gave away all of her devastation.

"I tried to reason with him," she sniffed, pulling the gash in my arm shut. "I told him what he was doing was wrong. I pleaded with him to come back home."

I handed her some scissors to cut off any excess wire. "But he wouldn't listen."

"He wouldn't listen," Barbara repeated, putting the needle away and taking out a fresh roll of bandages. "He was unrecognizable, rageful. He said he wouldn't stop until he killed Batman."

"And for that, he would help endanger the lives of everyone in Gotham? Hell, the East Coast? We saw what almost happened at ACE Chemicals," I reminded her, anger rising in my voice.

She didn't respond, silently wrapping my bicep in a few layers of bandages. I fell back, guilty that I had snapped at her.

"That's the best I can do. I can't repair your sleeve here," said Oracle, eyes on me once more. "I'm really sorry, Tim, but we don't have time to talk about Jason. We have to find Dad and Scarecrow."

"Right," I nodded, getting up and rolling my arm. "Thanks again, Babs."

"Don't mention it," she replied as I pushed her out of the infirmary. "Let's go to the offices. I can work from there."

We strode past the holding cells filled with jeering thugs and into the precinct proper. Aaron Cash stood from behind the main desk as we entered.

"Barbara!" he exclaimed, relieved. "It's great to see you! You, too, Robin."

"Hello, Aaron," she greeted, "It's been a while."

"And your father?" he asked, looking between the two of us.

"I'm sorry, sir. Scarecrow's got him," I replied solemnly.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Cash lamented, shaking his head.

"We'll find him," Barbara assured him. "I'll help out from here." She nodded to me, and I began wheeling her to one of the computers.

"Whatever you say," said the officer, moving to follow us. "You work for Batman and Robin now? Hell, what am I saying?" he chuckled, "We all do, right?"

Soon, Oracle was back on her home turf, hammering away at the computer.

"OK. Let's see," she mused, navigating the GCPD servers and opening some programs. "First, establish comms with the Clock Tower Computer." The computer whirred loudly as it struggled to keep up with her commands. "They should really upgrade these machines. OK. We're in."

A live feed from one of the clock tower's security cameras appeared on screen. Unfortunately, what we saw wasn't good.

"Damn it!," Babs cursed, watching as enemy soldiers laid waste to the server room. "Scarecrow's men are already there."

"Can you copy the data off the mainframe?" I asked her urgently.

She entered a few keystrokes before groaning in frustration. "I can't. The militia are locking down our access." The camera's feed went dead just as she said that.

"We've lost the connection," said Oracle, looking to me with panicked eyes. "We need that data. It's the only way to find my dad!"

"Don't worry," I told her, placing a calming hand on her shoulder, "I'll take care of it."

"You can't go there!" Barbara argued, "They'll be expecting you!"

I smirked before making my exit. "I'm counting on it."