Plot: Batman has been poisoned by Joker Gas and doesn't have much time left, he wants Dick to replace him. Will Dick be Gotham's next Batman?

Scene 1:

Dick let out a sigh as he walked through the city of London, tracking down his elusive target, Colin Priest. He had nearly been stabbed three times and he'd only been here a day. Walking under an underpass, he saw a homeless man sleeping against a wall, cuddling against a puppy dog. The city really wasn't as glamorous as people made it out to be. Eventually, Dick made it to his destination, a pub named the 'Bee Hive'.

Once in, he could see a fair amount of customers sitting around, drinking and chatting, as was the norm. He walked up to the bartender and held out the card that Bruce had given him.

"If you don't mind," Dick said politely, showing the man the card.

A minute later, Dick was on the top floor of the pub, sitting opposite a balding, ginger man dressed in a neat, three-piece suit. Surrounding the two of them were several big thugs, Dick wasn't worried, he had thought a lot worse and a lot bigger.

"So, I hear you're looking for me," The man said with a hint of an Irish accent. "How can I help you?"

"You trained many people, including an old friend of mine, now I need you to train me," Dick said bluntly.

"Why would I do that?"

"I have money, lots of it,"

"So do I, pretty boy," Colin scoffed. "If you want to be trained under me then you need to prove that you're worth my time,"

"And how do I do that?" Dick asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Boys," Colin clicked his fingers, causing the other men to growl and start moving towards Dick.

"People are so uncivil here," Dick sighed before standing up, grabbing his chair and smashing over the nearest goon.

Scene 2:

"I must say, I had my doubts, but you truly must be Bruce's son," Said Akeno, calmly drinking her soup. "If Bruce was your father, then who is your mother?"

"Bruce isn't my biological father," Said Dick, hanging from a pull-up bar with several weighted chains wrapped around him. "He adopted me,"

"He was always very soft-hearted," Akeno said with a fond smile.

"You knew him well?" Dick asked, staring at the middle-aged Japanese woman.

"We trained together in my father's dojo," Akeno answered him. "He absorbed knowledge like a sponge, he was the best student my father ever had. My father wanted me to marry him, truth be told, he wanted Bruce to become his heir and spread his teachings to the next generation. Alas, things didn't work out, Bruce was Bruce and insisted that he had to leave. Next thing I knew, he had gone to train with a master swordsman."

"That's next on my list," Dick revealed.

"You're retracing his path?" Akeno realised. "Why would you do that?"

"Because he's better than me," Dick grunted as he performed another pull-up. "And soon, that won't be acceptable."

Scene 3:

"I must say, the last person I expected to wash up here was you," Talia Al Ghul told him as he walked with her down the halls of this old castle that she apparently owned. "Why are you here?"

"I need your help, I need you to train me," Dick answered honestly.

"And why would I do that?" Talia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You owe us, remember?" Dick responded. "We helped you against your old man,"

"I owe my beloved, not you," Talia sniffed.

"This is for him," Dick told her. "He...he doesn't have much time left. He wants me to take over, and to do that I need to be at least half as good as him. He was trained by the league, I need the same training." He said firmly, Talia stared at him for several moments before she slowly nodded her head.

"Very well," Talia said tightly. "I will do it. B...Bruce, he truly has so little time?"

"Doctors estimate little less than a year," Dick answered truthfully. "Please, I need your help. He needs your help."

"Very well, though there are a few things that you should probably know," Talia told him. "A couple of secrets that we've had hidden,"

"Secrets? What secrets?" Dick frowned just as they stopped by a door. She knocked on the door and it opened, revealing a room with two people. The first was a young boy with tanned skin, black hair and green eyes. But the other person was the one that caused Dick to freeze.

"This is my son, Damian, and you'll recognise Mr Todd,"

"Jason?" Dick gasped.

Scene 4:

"Have a burn on me," Joker laughed, tossing a bottle of acid into the face of one of Arkham's guards. Joker laughed madly as the man fell off the walkway, screaming all the way down to the floor where he landed amongst the other inmates.

"You goddamn psychopath!" Gordon roared, tied to a railing with a pair of his own handcuffs.

"Et Tu, Gordon?" Joker gasped dramatically, hand on his heart. "Why must so many people insist on hurting my poor 'wittle' feelings. Harley! Gordon's being mean to me!"

"Don't worry, Puddin, I'll sort him out!" Harley Quinn giggled as she happily walked towards Gordon with a large mallet. "Don't worry, Puddin, Mummy will sort it out!" She said, raising the mallet high into the air, only for it to be knocked out of her hands. "Huh?" She asked dumbly before a batarang knocked her out.

"Guess what, Harley," A voice said before Dick swooped down, dressed in Bruce's old suit. "Daddy's back,"

Scene 5:

"Allow me to introduce you, Mr Grayson, to the prototype that Bruce was working on," Lucius Fox told Dick before revealing a new suit. A one piece suit that was black all the way from its toes to it's pointy ears, fitted with a utility belt and a bright red bat symbol."