Gotham City had been given two new protectors and she needed them if she was to survive the new onslaught coming. Harvey Dent, a.k.a. Two-Face, was a former district attorney that had turned his back on the law he swore to uphold because he believed it did not serve real justice. The corrupt system was hard to get by in Gotham City. Many of the crime families had strings going through many authority figures throughout the entire city. It was hard to find a lawyer who wasn't dirty and although Dent fought the corruption for as long as he could he gave into it after acid was thrown on his face. He was driven insane afterwards with a split personality. One was Harvey Dent, the almost reasonable DA who held the coin of fate, and Two-Face, the aggressive counterpart who delivered his cold version of justice with the gun always in his hand.

Dent had managed to take over a large portion of the city while other parts had been taken over by Oswald Cobblepot, a.k.a. Penguin. Two-Face was unsure of what Penguin had in store for him in order to take over the rest of Gotham but he was resilient. Within his portion of Gotham he resided in an old rundown apartment building. He lived there for the moment and dealt out orders to his thugs. He sat in front of the balcony window and watched the lit up city. There were sounds of people screaming and sirens going off in the air. The moonlight touched upon the normal side of his face while the other was shrouded in shadow. In one hand he moved his beloved coin from one finger to the next and in the other was a glock seventeen gently pressed against the side of his head. One of his men walked into the room and stood beside him.

"Boss," he said nervously but Two-Face didn't acknowledge his presence. "Boss we got some bad news," he tried again.

"What is it?" said Dent in a calm, and almost charming, tone of voice.

"The group of men you sent out to rob the bank on fifty-second was taken into GCPD." The coin in his hand was clenched in his palm.

"By who?" he said, still in the calm voice.

"We think it was Robin but there were two of them." Now Harvey stood up and struck the thug with his gun. Now the light of the room revealed the other half of his face. There was no hair on this side of his head and no skin either. Instead it was the red muscle of his face melted like candle wax. This side of his mouth was completely visible showing his whole tongue and all his teeth. His eyeball bulged out from the socket, looking like it was being held by the melted meat surrounding it.

"The bat is dead!" he yelled out in a much rougher and deeper voice. "And you're telling me that you idiots were taken out by two goddamn kids?!" He looked up to the group of men standing by the door. "It's Robin you idiots! Get back out there and kill the little runt! However many are out there! Now before I do some killing of my own!" The thug scrambled to his feet and ran with the group out of the building. Two-Face took a deep breath and sat back down onto his chair. The coin was unclenched and now being flicked into the air with his thumb.

"They're just kids," said the calm voice of Harvey Dent.

"They're in the way just like Batman was," replied the rough voice of Two-Face. "He let this happen to us. He was no hero just like these Robins are no hero. They should've taken the bats death as a warning to what happens to their kind."

"Let us be sure this is the right thing to do."

"Fine." The coin was flipped high into the air this time then caught and turned over onto the back of a melted red hand. He removed his good hand to reveal the coin with the scratched side facing him. Two-Face could smile he would but Harvey simply closed his eye and looked down.

"So be it. The Robins die," said the calm voice of the former DA.

Damien hated to admit but since he started fighting alongside Tim he was beginning to feel a bit better. After his father died, he wouldn't admit it, but he had never felt more alone. He believed he would always be alone now with no one to look up to so he did exactly what his father did many years ago; he closed himself off. Not even Alfred could reach the boy but Damien didn't have anything against the old man. Damien was trained to be a warrior by his mother and grandfather at a young age, Bruce wasn't. He was much different from his father as he was similar. However now for the first time since his father died he could feel himself starting to belong. Tim wasn't as serious as Bruce but he wasn't as light hearted as Grayson. Maybe this was why he could feel himself growing closer to him.

The two of them were beside each other in the Batmobile. Tim wore his Red Robin suit which had a black mask that covered the top half of his face, which connected to his cape of the same color. The rest of the suit was red with a black and yellow belt, and black pants and shoes. Damien wore the newest Robin suit which had the green eye mask, a black hood connected to a yellow cape, green gloves and boots, a red bulletproof shirt with the R over his left pectoral, and a black utility belt. Tim had been the technology genius out of them and the only one who could contend with him was Barbara. So when it came to figure out the tech of the car it came so easily to him. The two of them just took down a group of fifteen armed thugs trying to rob a bank and were on their way back to the cave.

"Nice takedown back there," said Tim. "I thought that big guy was going to give you trouble but you proved me wrong." Damien pulled his hood back to look at Tim.

"Yeah well I guess you did alright too. Your technique is a little sloppy."

"When we get back to the cave you can school on your technique alright?" Damien raised his eyebrow.

"I don't think we have that much time to train." Tim chuckled and Damien couldn't help but smirk even though he tried to hold it back.

"Do you do anything else but train?"

"What else is there to do?"

"I don't know. Watch TV? Play videogames?"

"You know, just because I'm a kid doesn't mean I like to do those kid things."

"Just because you never did those kid things doesn't mean you never have to." Damien looked at him surprised by that counter. "You should never grow up too fast, Damien. I know you had it rough but that doesn't mean it always has to stay rough." Damien stared at Tim for a bit and was about to say something but then the both of them were violently pushed against to the side of the car. A large garbage truck had driven right into the side of the Batmobile and sent it crashing through a building. Damien had hit his head on his window and he was beginning to feel dazed. His vision was blurry and Tim wasn't doing so well either. The car itself was still on all four tires but it was no longer moving now since Tim was trying to compose himself. When he finally could see Damien perfectly then bullets started to hit the car from all sides. "Robin!" yelled Tim.

"What happened?" asked Damien still dazed.

"We're under attack! Are you okay?!" Damien simply nodded. "Good then hold on!" He pressed his foot on the gas and drove off hoping to get away from the carnage but then something big hit the other side of the car as they took off. A thug ran up from the opposite side with a rocket launcher and fired it straight into the passenger door, sending the car rolling over a couple times. All of the thugs stopped shooting when the car rolled against the wall of a large parking structure. They waited and listened for any sound to make start shooting again. A slot on the car had slid back and launched out two large pellets against the group of thugs. The pellets hit the floor and immediately sent smoke out surrounding all of the thugs in a large cloud. With them now distracted, Tim and Damien launched out from the car with their feet in the air.

They were launched against two thugs and knocked them out as soon as they hit them. As soon as their feet were flat on the ground, the two of them immediately spread and attacked the men. Their masks allowed them to see through the smoke but the thugs weren't so lucky. Tim drew out his staff and began to knock out opponents left and right with it while Damien was attacking them with his fists and kicks. The crowd of thugs was slowly growing smaller as was the cloud of smoke. The staff broke bones in the arms and legs every time it struck an opponent. Damien grabbed a few men and broke their limbs by putting them in a submission lock. Other men were merely bruised and bloodied by the young son of Batman. The two of them took out the entire group shrouded in smoke before their cover was blown. When the smoke dissipated the two Robins ducked behind the Batmobile.

Tim peeked over the car to see there were many more men to take down before they could be on their way back home. One of the men was prepping the missile launcher for another shot to be fired. Tim quickly tossed a Batarang at the man, forcing him to drop the weapon. Instantaneously the others began to shoot towards the location of the Batarang. Damien looked over to the parking structure and saw that men were walking into it as well from behind them. They were surrounded by henchmen so the two of them quickly took to the air by using their grappling gun. The two of them grappled to the top of the parking structure and it zipped them all the way up.

"How the hell are we gonna get out of here?" asked Damien.

"We take down whoever gets in our way," replied Tim. "We can't draw attention to ourselves so we'll have to take out some of these guys quietly."

"There's at least thirty. We can't do that from this place. There's nowhere to hide in a parking structure. We have to move to a building easier to maneuver through." Tim nodded then the two jumped from the top of the building. Bullets flew into the air as they glided to the next building.

Two-Face's men walked into the building with their assault rifles held tightly in their arms. The building was an old factory that hadn't been used in years. The men separated into two three smaller groups in order to cover more ground inside the factory. A few men were walking above ground on the walkways in a straight line so focused on what was behind and in front of them that they didn't noticed the shadows moving above them. The last man in the line took a hit first, knocking him over the railing and screaming on the way down. A Batarang whipped around the railing and with the cable attached to it held onto this man's ankle, keeping him from falling all the way to the floor. The other men quickly pointed their guns at the ceiling searching for any of the Robins. Suddenly the man at the front of the line was pulled by his ankle off of the walkway and held by another Batarang.

The men didn't know what to do as they were being picked off from the air and from the ground. Suddenly there was a small bang and they were surrounded by smoke on the walkway. They all shot into the air nervously but all of them were knocked unconscious by the two Robins. The other men on the floor were looking around for any sign of the two heroes but they couldn't see a thing. When the smoke cleared they could see the other men lying on the metal floor of the walkway. The men continued on through the factory however one was left behind as he was checking on one of the others that were hanging from the railing. Red Robin snuck up behind him and swept him off his feet using his staff. The thug couldn't even cry out for help as Red Robin brought down his knee against the man's throat until he passed out.

Robin followed the other group of men and landed behind the one in the back of their line. He landed as soft and quietly as a cat so the thugs never even heard him. Damien wasted no time as he kicked the man behind his knee to bring him down to his height. Once he was down Robin quickly shoved his knee into the man's face knocking him out. The others turned around quickly and fired but Robin was too fast as he rolled out of the way. They followed him only to find nothing as Damien had already grappled to the ceiling. Damien readied himself to launch another attack on the men until the lights of the factory were switched on revealing his location. He was shocked as the men quickly fired their guns toward him. Red Robin was still below but he watched as the others began to corner Robin. He struggled to move from one part of the ceiling to the other while bullets were flying towards him.

Finally his luck ran out and one of the bullets found its mark in his ankle. He cursed as the pain forced him to slip and fall to the floor. The men weren't close enough to find him where he fell but he was close enough to see who had turned on the light. There on the walkway stood Two-Face with his two colored suit. One half was white while the other was black and burned revealing the red flesh of his arm. His melted face was looking straight at the young Robin.

"You should've stayed home, Boy Wonder," said Two-Face as he pointed his gun to Robin. Robin was about to run but then he was kicked in the face by one of the men. Red Robin launched himself into the air to bring down the criminal Two-Face but he was outsmarted as one of the thugs came out from behind the crime boss and shoved the butt of his gun right into Red Robin's face. The thug quickly aimed his gun down on the fallen hero as did the group holding down the young Boy Wonder. "Wait!" yelled out Two-Face. "Bring them outside," said Harvey.

The thugs listened obediently and picked up the Robin's. They were taken outside where the rest of Harvey's men were. The boys were thrown aggressively onto the pavement as the thugs surrounded them. Two-Face stood on top of the Batmobile to see the two heroes.

"Let us show Gotham what happens to its heroes," said Harvey. His voice echoed of his once influential voice from the press conferences where he would promise change in Gotham City.

"Hoist them up!" barked the cold and violent monster that practically shoved Harvey out of his own mind. The thugs brought out a thick line of rope and tossed it over the lamp post. The other end was formed into a noose fit for the neck.

"Which one first, boss?" asked the man holding the noose.

"Age before beauty," said Two-Face. The thugs gathered around Tim to punish him a bit more so that he wouldn't fight them. Damien was growing angrier allowing him to forget about the pain searing in his ankle but as he started to rise he was quickly brought down as the men started to beat on him as well. The thug started to remove Tim's mask but then a gun shot was fired on the floor next to him. They looked up at their boss whose gun was smoking.

"Leave the mask on," said Dent. "We're hanging the Robins not whose underneath the mask. A message to all who would dare try to carry on his legacy!" The rope was tied around Tim's neck then pulled, already started to stop the airflow. "The bat is dead!"

"This is our city!" barked Two-Face. "You should've died with him Robin." The thugs pulled the rope and hoisted Tim up in the air. He grabbed at the rope and pulled on it, trying to give himself some air but to no avail. Damien couldn't take it and kicked one of the men in the groin the punched another in his throat but the numbers were too much for him as one of them hit the boy with their gun on the back of his head. Time was feeling his air drift away and he was slowly beginning to lose consciousness. Soon he would dead shortly after passing out. The thugs were cheering and firing their guns into the air while Two-Face looked on emotionless.

Tim could feel this was the end and he saw Damien on the floor. He hoped they would let him go since he was just a kid but this was Gotham of course. It felt like innocence always came here to die. He failed the young Boy Wonder. He failed Alfred and Dick. Above all else he failed Bruce. He tried to live up to Bruce's expectations but clearly he was unable to. His vision grew more blurry by the minute and all the noise around him was unclear. Everything was going dark until it didn't. Suddenly, he fell to the floor and the air entered his lungs. His vision was coming back and he could see the men holding down Damien were falling to the floor. One of them was bleeding on the ground holding a wound in his chest. They were being shot. Tim quickly shook off the dizziness and coughed through the bruises he could feel on his neck.

Some of them started to come after him but he quickly defended himself by kicking the shin and swinging an elbow to the side of the man's head. Another thug ran to him and he swung around bring the side of his boot in contact with the face of his opponent. Another ran up behind him with a knife in hand but before Tim could react he was taken down with a kick to the head. When the man fell Tim saw the little boy standing behind him. The two of them smirked at each other and nodded. They readied themselves in their fighting stance to face the men coming for them but they did not need to. Each one fell to the floor with each shot. The Robins looked around and saw Two-Face still standing on the Batmobile but with anger in his eyes.

His men quickly surrendered and started to run away. The Robins still couldn't find the shooter that saved their lives but they focused on the crime boss now jumped off of the Batmobile. As soon as he started walking he took a gunshot to the leg and fell to his knees. Before the Robins could say anything a man had dropped down in front of them. He was as tall as Dick Grayson with a brown jacket over some torso armor that had a red bat symbol on the chest. Dick was more toned muscle while this man appeared to be more buff. He wore some black cargo pants with combat boots and pistol holsters around his waist. He wore a bright and shiny red mask that looked like it was made of glass. It was Jason Todd, a.k.a. The Red Hood, the second Robin.

"You," growled Two-Face.

"Yeah," said Red Hood in a condescending voice. He walked over to Dent and pointed his large handgun to Two-Face's forehead. "It's me." Tim stepped forward but before he could say or do anything, Jason pulled the trigger.