Dick and Barbara finished unpacking the rest of their stuff into Wayne Manor. It had been months since Batman had returned to Gotham City and if he was to stay then Dick had to make a few changes. They joined Damien and Tim in the house since there was plenty of room. Tim refused to return to the Titans even though Dick and Barbara said he could. Tim lied and said he couldn't leave his true home that was Gotham. The truth was that he and Damien had grown into close friends and he wasn't sure what leaving would do to the young Boy Wonder. The two of them had become quite the duo since donning the capes and together they were a force to be reckoned with. Dick saw through Tim's lies but said nothing knowing how Damien was.

Dick Grayson had devoted himself to the cowl but vowed never to turn into Bruce. Despite being an extraordinary man; Bruce Wayne had many faults and one was leaving his friends in the dark because of his inability to trust others. This was something Dick knew of through experience and he refused to have this type of baggage be passed onto him along with the cowl. To his surprise he had grown much closer to the other Robins since donning the cape and mask. Jason and Damien didn't greet him with insults like they used to, even though Damien still had little words to say to him. Tim began to look up to him like he once did Bruce taking their friendship to a whole new level.

Clark Kent and Diana Prince had arrived to Wayne Manor. Clark being the tall and muscular man that he was seemed to barely fit into his suit but he did dress the part as a reporter. He still maintained his glasses and messy hair; all of which was very unlike the Man of Steel. Diana arrived wearing a skirt and jacket. She was almost Clark's height but barely reached to his shoulders. Her long black hair flowed down her back. She truly did hold up to her goddess stature and heritage. Alfred greeted them at the door.

"Master Kent!" he said with a grin. "And Miss Prince it's always a pleasure for you two to visit."

"So nice to see you again Alfred," said Clark.

"It's been too long," added Diana.

"Much too long; please come inside." He led the two of them into the living room where they sat side by side on the couch. "Would you two like anything to drink?"

"No thank you we won't be staying long," said Clark.

"Very well then I shall go and fetch Master Grayson." It wasn't long before Alfred returned with Dick by his side. He shook hands with Clark and Diana then sat down in front of them with Alfred at his side.

"So it was you," said Clark, "on TV. Lois showed me the footage a couple days ago."

"Then he showed me," added Diana. "We weren't quite sure what to make of it at first."

"Oh well yeah it was me," said Dick. "I didn't want to at first but the city needed it to happen."

"We were starting to suspect it to be an imposter."

"I kind of had you pegged as the one underneath the suit," said Clark, "but I wasn't completely sure. You always made it clear that Nightwing was a hero in his own right."

"How did you figure it out?" asked Dick.

"Your body frame is thinner than Bruce. To anyone else who didn't know Bruce Wayne was Batman you pass as him with flying colors. You look exactly like him with the mask," he smiled.

"We're just glad it's someone we trust underneath that mask," Diana said with a smile. "You do look like him, Dick." He took this as a compliment and smiled back. "Are the others here too?"

"Not at the moment," answered Alfred. "Miss Gordon is with her father while Master Drake and young Master Damien are out and about. Master Todd however doesn't live here."

"How is he doing?" asked Clark, fully meaning the fact that he kills.

"We got him to stop," chimed in Dick. "I told him that isn't how we work." Clark grinned believing the man.

"We're glad you are all taking care of this place."

"And this city," added Diana. "If you ever need help you know how to reach us," she smiled.

"Thanks," said Dick then Alfred led them to the front door. He returned to find Dick still sitting in the chair. "Well that went well," he grinned.

"I believe so, yes. Now that the League knows of your place you should have no problems with your identity." Dick nodded.

"I'm gonna go down to the cave."

"Very well, Master Grayson." Dick walked over to the entrance. "Please don't exert yourself too much."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he hollered as he walked down the stairs.

Barbara and her father Commissioner James Gordon were inside of a diner eating breakfast. The two of them had finished their food and started to sip on coffee while talking. It was so odd for Barbara to be out and about so early in the day. She had grown so accustomed to seeing Gotham in the dark that she nearly forgot how peaceful it seemed in the day. The years were visible on her father's face with the wrinkles and stress lines. He still sported the white moustache after so many years of having it but the slight peace in the city allowed him to shave the rest of his face. Normally with everything going on in the city he hardly ever had time to shave so he always had some stubble accompanying his moustache.

"So you and Dick finished moving into the house already?" he said after taking a sip from his coffee. His voice was deep and hardened.

"Yeah we're finally done," she smiled. "It feels so nice to just relax now instead of packing."

"How's Dick been handling the passing of Wayne?"

"It took a while but I think he's finally moving past it. It really hurt him so much in the beginning."

"I can't imagine. To this day I think the one thing that helped Bruce out was taking in that little kid. Before taking in the kid I would always see the tabloids and newspapers talking about all the stupid things he did with his parent's money."

"Yeah," she said while trying to hide her smile. Bruce did a variety of stupid things in order to play the part of billionaire playboy.

"He used that money for a few good charities but then after Dick's family died and he took him into his home I think that's when he finally started to grow up." In many ways he was right. Dick was the first Robin and quite possibly the first one of them to actually make Bruce feel a bit whole. After Jason died he was never whole again. "It's a real shame he died in that plane accident." The two sipped some more of their coffee. "So how are you doing, sweetie?"

"I'm good, dad."

"Everything alright with your…," he tilted his head.

"Yeah it's fine I just have the scar and sometimes I can still feel the bullet."

"Those were very hard times, sweetheart. We're past all of it now."

"Yeah," she said and didn't realize she was squeezing her cup out of anger, "we are."

Tim and Damien were walking down a street of downtown Gotham. Damien had no idea what they were going to do but Tim was pretty excited. Months of crime fighting with each other had turned these two Robins into great friends. Damien still had problems opening up and, at times, smiling but he had been experiencing something he hadn't his entire life; fun. The two had played videogames together, Tim had bought an entire collection of movies to show to the boy in the custom theater in Wayne Manor, they had ridden their motorcycles on the large field behind the mansion, and now he was going to surprise the kid with yet another thing he had never experienced. They finally arrived to their destination which was a pizza joint.

"Are you serious?" asked Damien. "You built this up for so long and it's just pizza?"

"This isn't just pizza," said Tim. "It's the best pizza you will ever have." Damien simply rolled his eyes. The two of them sat down in silence. It was different from when Tim would hang out with Dick since the two could always find something to talk about. Damien however still wasn't much of a chatterbox. Their pizza arrived and it was a large cheesy pepperoni pie. Damien picked up a slice and the cheese was so melted that it drooped down as soon as he pulled it to his plate. Tim did the same and took a bite from his slice, immediately pleased with the food. He looked at Damien as he was about to bite into his slice. Damien bit into it and raised his eyebrows in amazement.

"Holy crap," he said with a mouth full of food. "This is pretty damn good."

"I told you," grinned Tim. The two of them finished the entire pizza and were both full afterwards. "So was it everything I said it'd be?"

"And more," he replied painfully. "This was a good idea."

"I'm glad you liked it. So you're feeling better back home again right?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've been the quiet angry kid for almost all your life but lately you've been a little less angry you know?" Damien smirked.

"It's better. Before my grandfather and my mother raised me to be an excellent killer then I met my father who taught me killing was wrong. I felt like I was being tugged back and forth until finally they all fell allowing me to float by myself. I wasn't sure what I was going to do but now I realized I have you, Alfred, Barbara, and even Grayson to help me. So yeah I'm doing better." Tim couldn't help but smile after seeing how far Damien had come in such a little time.

The moment was cut short as there was a loud bang close by. The two of them were alarmed and ran outside, following the bang. People in the streets were panicked by the noise but the boys continued to run towards it. The bang turned out to be an explosion at a bank. The entire building was destroyed with a large bomb. Police quickly arrived to help anyone that was inside. Damien and Tim couldn't help but try to help by going inside and looking for any survivors. Unfortunately there weren't any.

Tim was the first to come out of the burning bank then Damien shortly after. The two of them were covered in ash. The police asked them if they were okay and suspected they were courageous civilians simply passing by. They had seen the charred corpses of the people in there and the image could not be erased from their minds. They stayed but out of sight from the policemen and firemen. Once the firemen put out the fire, the Robins decided to sneak in again to find the cause of the incident. They searched constantly only to find fragments of the bomb but there was no sign left by the bomber or anything. They also discovered that the vault was opened.

"What kind of a bank robber doesn't rob the bank?" asked Tim. All the cash in the registers was burned as well so there was no money taken from this bank at all. The police were returning to examine the crime scene so the Robins hurried to the back door. They were taken into the alley and continued to run until they were out of sight. They entered a taxi and gave the driver the address of Wayne Manor.

Dick was in the kitchen when the Robins entered the house. The two of them were already on their way into the cave but Dick walked into the hallway.

"Hey," he said, "why are you two dirty?" They turned around before entering the cave.

"There was a bombing at the National Bank of Gotham," said Tim. Dick quickly turned serious.

"How many dead?"

"All that were inside." He shook his head.

"Let's see what we can find out." The three of them walked down to the cave. Damien pulled out a fragment of the bomb so the computer could analyze it. There weren't any fingerprints and it seemed to have been made from household appliances so no leads from the bomb except that it had a remote trigger. Damien then took to the computer again to see if there was any news on the incident. The computer immediately showed the bombing but then another popped up saying there was yet another explosion at a different bank. It had just happened but from another island. It was yet again the biggest bank from that island.

"You guys just came from Miagani Island right?" asked Dick. The two boys nodded. "So then this one just happened on Founders Island."

"That means," said Tim, "the next target is the biggest bank in Bleake Island."

"Let's go," said Damien. The three of them separated and put on their suits.

"If you guys get there before I do be careful," said Dick. "We don't know who we're dealing with." He put on the suit then jumped into the Batmobile while the Robins took their bikes. Dick pressed a button to contact Barbara and Jason. "The Robins and I are headed to the other branch of Gotham National on Bleake Island. Someone is using explosives on these banks. If you guys are able then meet us there."

The sun had set and night had come over Gotham. The Robins did beat Batman to the bank but stopped at a safe distance so they could observe it before entering. There was nothing odd going on until they saw someone walk onto the balcony of the bank. It was windy outside so every employee had stayed inside the building. This man wore a hood with some dark pants which wasn't exactly the proper attire to wear for a bank. He walked to the edge of the balcony and leaned on the concrete railing. The Robins decided to investigate the shady character.

"Batman," said Red Robin.

"I'm here," replied Batman.

"There's a suspicious person on the roof of the building. He's leaning against the balcony. Robin and I are gonna check it out."

"I'll meet you up there." As the Robins glided into the air then the man started to walk back to the door inside. The Robins landed onto the roof as he was leaving then Batman arrived behind them by grappling onto the railing. The man stopped walking when he heard the footsteps.

"Do you work here?" asked Robin. The man didn't turn around; instead he extended his hand out showing them the detonator. The group stopped dead in their tracks. Before either of them could think of what to do next the button was pressed and the inside of the building exploded. All of them were knocked down to the floor due to the impact but they all watched as the stranger slowly stood onto his feet. Behind him the entrance back into the bank was on fire adding more light to the roof. With the extra light they could see now that his pants weren't black but dark purple. The stranger unzipped the hoodie revealing a purple suit underneath. He pulled back the hood showing his pale face. He was an average sized man with dark green hair. His lips were bright red with lipstick. His eyes widened and he smiled a big and menacing grin. The group watched him in shock as every single one of them knew who this man was. He was the cause of the darkest memories from Gotham's past. He was the man who tormented Bruce and everything he stood for all his life. He was the man who shot young Barbara Gordon; taking her legs and Batgirl from her. He was the man who beat Jason to death with a crowbar. He was The Joker.

"Hello again," he said in his high pitched voice, "my dear sweet bats."