The next day Bruce was nursing a coffee, as he looked up to his computer screen. He was still in his batsuit, but his cowl hood was off. On his main screen he was looking up Steven Drake.

"What have you found sir?" Alfred questioned, as he poured more coffee into his cup.

"Well Steven Drake, or s"Shifty Drake," was one of Two-Face's goons. He is wanted for quite a few crimes." Clicking over to a side bar, he squinted his eyes at a bit of information he found. "It seems that the police have recently discovered a John Doe with matching prints to him in the Gotham Harbor just this last week. Probably the work of Two-Face."

"That means he's not coming back." Tim said from the bottom of the stairs.

Alfred placed the pot of coffee down, and looked over to the boy. "That is not necessarily the case."

"Yes, your father is not coming back." Bruce broke in, standing and walking over to him.

"It's fine," Tim said in a cracked voice. "I've always took care of myself. So, it's no big deal." His eyes betrayed him, and a few tears began to stream down his cheeks.

"Sir. You will want to see this."

The large computer screen loaded up a live news feed, showing Two-Face demanding 22 million by 2am, or else he would release a toxic gas that would kill all people of Gotham.

"Did your father talk about any places he met up with Two-face?"

"I don't know. The only place I remember was some theater… Yeah! The Janus Theater!"

"Alright," Bruce said slipping on his cowl, and heading for his car.

"Wait! I wanna come to."

"It's too dangerous, you need to stay here." Bruce jumped into the car and quickly sped off up the long driveway.

"It's alright, just sit this one out." Alfred said, as he patted Tim on the shoulder, and went up the stairs. "Dinner will be ready soon Master Tim."

Tim swiped the tears away from his face, and followed him up the stairs. Alfred continued on to the kitchen, but he stopped at the clock doorway. He was too lost in his mind to realize Marti was in the room, looking over her old journal.

"Tim… Tim what is it? Where's my dad?" Getting no response, she set her book aside and walked over to him. "Tim, you okay?" She shook him with this.

"What? Oh… No… No! I just can't sit here and do nothing." He turned on his heel, and ran down the steps.

"Tim what are you saying?" Marti called out, as she followed him down the steps.

"Batman just went after Two-Face alone."

"He did what?!"

"Yeah, and he's still hurt. I gotta help him."

Tim rushed over to the case containing the Robin suit.

"You can't be serious?" Marti questioned as she took him by the shoulder.

"I am. So don't stop me." He pulled away from her, and grabbed the suit.

"Well how exactly is a kid supposed to help Batman?"

"Hey, I got some moves." Tim pulled out a batarang from his utility belt, and tossed it toward the ceiling, cutting to stalactites clean through.

Marti raised her brows at this, it was pretty impressive, but she shook her head. "Fine, but I'm coming with you."

"What? But your a girl. What can-."

Marti quickly flipped forward, and kicked his feet out from under him. "Barbara, whom I'm pretty sure was Batgirl, was my gymnastics coach. I think I can manage." She walked over to the case containing the Batgirl costume. Pulling the suit down, she noticed it was rather threadbare. As she set the garment down, she noticed a small drawer beneath the case. Pulling it open, she discovered a brand new suit, one without the Batgirl insignia, and a blue cape. She quickly slipped on the suit, it was a little loose, but manageable. The cowl however was just too big.

"You ready?" Tim asked, as he stood with his back to her, impatiently tapping his arm.

"Yeah, almost." She quickly tugged, and tore off the cowl. Darting over to the robin case, she opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a spare eye mask. "Ready."

"Cool. Come on."

"So how are we going to get there?"

"I saw this tracking button on the bat ship. I think we can use that in autopilot."

"I hope you know what you are doing."

"Don't worry, this is going to be fun." Tim said as he hopped into the craft.

After a short rough ride, Tim and Marti were running down the dark alley, just blocks away from the port.

"You sure this is the way?" Marti called forward, as she followed him up a apartment fire escape.

"Yeah, this is just the scenic route." He replied with a snarky smile, as he leapt up to the rooftop. He quickly darted toward a roof access hatch, that was held open with a brick. "Good it's still here." He whispered, as he carefully lifted up the hatch. "This way. Oh… and look out for spiders."

Marti rolled her eyes at this, and followed. They went down a long ladder, and dropped down into the old projection room. There was a thick coat of dust covering every surface. Marti held her hand over her nose, and walked past the old projector. Looking through the small window, she could see silhouettes of men behind the screen, there were three of them, and one had a very guttural voice.

"That's Two-Face," Tim whispered, as he darted for the door. "Let's go!"

Marti followed him down the back steps, and through the run down old theater. As they approached the stage they heard a man yell from behind the screen, followed by some loud bags and gunshots.

"Ready? Tim questioned as he darted up the stairs to the back.

Marti felt a little fear at this, but she sure wasn't going to stand down.

"You take the right, I'll take the left." Tim said darting past a recently tossed crate.

Marti spotted a man running diagonally from her, so she took action, "Peekaboo!" She called out as flipped into a high jump, and knocked the guy down to the ground unconscious. She kept her momentum by flipping forward, but stopped suddenly when she spotted Batman.

"What are you-?!"

"Behind you!" Marti yelled out, and pointed to a man with a crowbar coming for him.

He quickly turned, and flipped the man over her way. She jumped and kicked the man, slamming him into a pile of crates. Four goons slowly came around them, and began to close in. Marti and Batman Backed away from them, till they were back to back.

"You are grounded."

"Yeah, I know."

They both sprung into action; Batman laying waste to every other goon his fist made contact with, and Marti narrowly missing every other goons attacks with her acrobatics, and eventually nailing some good kicks in. One goon managed to pin her to the wall. Just as she felt his grip tighten on her shoulders, his head slumped forward and he fell to the ground. Looking up, she spotted Tim flinging old film reels at goons, just narrowly missing gun shots. "Thank you Robin!" She called out.

"Any time… Ba… I mean… Blue… Blue Finch."

They both shared an awkward glance with this. Which ended with a gunshot whizzing past his shoulder. He jumped down to a large open crate filled with reels, and began tossing them at Two-Face. "It's your kinda show Puke-Face. A double feature!"

Marti ran through the maze of stacked boxes, and met up with Batman.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, but. Oh no!" Marti pointed over to a goon with a crowbar coming after Tim. "Robin look out!"

But it was too late, Tim fell forward from the impact, right at Two-face's feet.

Two-Face picked up Tim, and held him tight with one arm. "Ha! It's been a long time birdboy."

Tim thrashed in his arms, but could not get away.

"Let the kid go Two-Face!" Batman called out.

"Make one move and I'll break his feathered little neck. Not that it's gonna matter in about a minute."

"Plenty of time!" Robin yelled out, as he tossed his batarang out.

The batarang wheezed past Batman and Blue Finch, and up cutting through the ropes holding a metal lighting Frame. Tim broke away from Two-Face, and narrowly missed the falling frame.

"Blue Finch, see if you can stop the gas. I'll get Two-Face."

Marti nodded at this, and ran toward the device. The area was clear of goons, so she put her full attention to it. The countdown was at 0:35. "Oh man. What do I do?" She tried punching a few keys, but nothing worked. It was at 0:20 now. "Maybe this?" She flicked at some side switches. Still nothing. Looking to the opposite side, she found three power cords, seeing it was at 0:10 she, gripped round them and pulled hard. The cords sparked, and she felt a slight shock with this. Looking to the timer she saw the digital clock stop at 0:04, then shot off. "Phew…" She sighed, as she turned round and slid down to the ground.

"We sure showed them!" Tim cheered from the top of the stacked crates. "Didn't we Batman?"

Marti looked toward Bruce, he didn't look amused.

"I want both of you in the car now."

Tim's eyes went wide, and he looked over to Marti. She has an equally scared look on her face.

Bruce led the two kids out the back, and through the alleyway. He had a slight limp to his step, and held at his injured side. "Get in."

They quickly did as he said.

"How did you get here?"

"The boat," Tim cowered.

Bruce typed a few keys, setting the boats program to return to the cave.

It was a long quiet drive. Marti scrunched close to the Tim. She really didn't have a choice, seeing as they were sharing the passenger seat. But the silent rage of her father repelled her so much. She didn't want to risk even looking his way.

Once they arrived back into the cave, Bruce quickly hopped out, and made his way to the medical station. "Over here." He called out to them.

They followed his order, both climbing out the car, and quickly running over to him.

Bruce had half his suit off. He was attending to his re-opened wound.

"You two have any idea how stupid that was?!"

Tim looked down at his feet, but Marti looked up at her father. His face was pale, and his wound was bleeding more than before. "And I was supposed to just let you do that alone? You were injured!"

"Martha Victoria Wayne, you are the one I would have never expected this from!"

Tim grimaced at this, knowing all too well it was serious when a parent used their kids full name.

"I'm sorry. But I was scared."

"So you decided to put yourself in a dangerous situation?!" Bruce brought his fist down hard on the counter. Taking a moment, he looked down at his wound. It had soaked through his gauze. Pulling out some more bandages, he patched his side up, and lifted himself up onto the counter to sit. Rubbing his brow he thought hard. "Just return the suits. We will have to make new arrangements for us all tomorrow."

"New arrangements?! What do you mean?" Marti questioned vehemently.

"I can't have you here if you are going to sneak off as Blue Finch."

"No! You can't send me away! Not after this!" Tears welled up in her eyes, and were beginning to pool up in her mask. Quickly peeling it off, she tossed it to the ground. "All these years together I always felt this distance between us. And now… Now that I finally know. You want to send me away because of it?!"

"Marti I will not argue with you about this!"

"No. You'll just ignore it, and push me away like you always have." Marti ran up the stairs past Alfred.

Tim quietly walked over to the Robin display case, and returned the suit. Alfred walked over to him, and looked him over for cuts. Finding only a few scrapes, and a rather nasty bruise on his upper back. He handed him a small jar of ointment. "Put this on your back after you wash up," and ushered him up the stairs.

Bruce remained sitting on the counter. His gaze was fixed on Marti's mask on the ground.

"I'm sorry sir. They were already gone before I could do anything."

Bruce shook his head to leave his trance, and rubbed at his stubble.

"You're not really going to send her away are you?"

"Yes… I mean, No... No I can't. Dammit Alfred, why did it have to come down to this?!"

"Was it all bad sir? I mean you were successful right?"

Bruce shook his head. Yes they were successful, but it was sloppy, and literally down to the last second. But, Marti did end up shutting down the bomb. "If it weren't for Marti, we would all be dead."

Alfred tried his best to hide his excitement with this. "Oh."

"But that was just a fluke. They are just kids Alfred."

"So were Master Dick and Jason."

"Yes, but this is my daughter we are talking about."

"Well, Barbara did fine for herself, and forgive me sir. But I believe you decided that keeping Marti close would be the safest option for her."

Bruce let out a breath at this. He knew Alfred was right.

"And… May I also add, with recent trends in crime, you could use the extra help."

Bruce sat back leaning against the wall, and looked up to the ceiling. His body twitched from exhaustion.

"Of course one thing at a time sir. Perhaps you should get some rest."

Bruce slid down from the table, and changed into some loose pajama bottoms, and carefully tied his housecoat. "Yes… But after I talk to Marti."

The house was dark. The fire in the ballroom had long gone out. Not finding her at her usual seat by the fireplace, he headed up for her room. Looking down the hall he found that no light was on. Slowly he walked up to the door, and knocked.

"Marti, it's me."

Getting no response, he opened the door. Scanning over the room he spotted her. She was sitting on the window seat. Her features were partially illuminated by the bright full moon.

"Should I start packing?" She questioned, without looking at him.

He went over to her, and sat on the opposite side of the seat. He looked her over. She was still in her suit. She looked to have a few nicks on her suit. But otherwise looked to be okay.

"Blue Finch... Where did that come from?"

"Don't ask me. Tim's the one who came up with it. I had to modify a Batgirl costume at the last minute. Not that it matters anymore."

Bruce leaned back, and looked out at the moon. "You won't have to pack. I'm not sending you away."

"What? Really?!" She sprung to life with this, and lunged forward. "But what about this?" She pulled at her suit.

"We shall see. You show some promise. But you have a long way to go before you go out again."

She hugged him tight, forgetting his injury.

He grumbled at this.

"Oh, sorry." She retracted, and scooted backward.

"For now, lets just get some rest. You will be starting your training first thing tomorrow."