45 minutes later, Robin drove all the way to Gotham City. The city was like a cross between Chicago and New York, practically in a 1930s film noir era. Due to his unfamiliarity with the city, Robin had to use Google Maps to find the local police department. "On the bright side, at least I don't have to worry about taking a wrong turn at Albuquerque," joked Robin, making Kevin laugh. Thankfully, Robin was able to make it there, and once at the police station, Robin parked the Freebird. "Thanks for getting me to the police department Robin," said Kevin. "No problem, how about I come in with you so you can report your crime?" offered Robin. "Sounds like a logical idea," agreed Kevin. The two gentlemen got out of the car and wandered over to the police station outside.

As Robin was about to open the door, he noticed a beautiful young woman who looked to be 2 years older than Kevin. She had Caucasian skin, red hair, sky blue eyes, and wore glasses. She was wearing casual clothing and was in a wheelchair, rolling it by herself. When Robin saw the redheaded woman in the wheelchair, his heart skipped a beat, and he blushed. Kevin could immediately tell that Robin had a crush on this red-headed stranger. He smirked and asked, "how about you hold the door for that lady?" Robin smiled like a dope and held the door open. "Good afternoon ma'am," he said shyly to the redhead. "Why thank you sir," said the woman as she smiled at Robin with affection, a spark zinging between them, "What brings you boys to the police department?" Kevin cleared his throat and said in a mature voice, "I'm here to report a crime. My car got stolen." Robin nodded fast and replied, "and I'm his witness. I drove him here." Barbara noticed the Freebird and said, "so that's your car. It's very colorful. Lucky for you boys, I'm the city police commissioner's daughter. I'm Barbara Gordon." Kevin offered his hand in a handshake and replied, "Kevin Beaumont." He winked at Robin, and the toon shyly replied, "I'm Robin Warner." After she shook Kevin's hand, Barbara shook Robin's hand and said in a chipper voice, "it's nice to meet you too Robin. You wouldn't happen to be related to Yakko Warner, would you?"

"Yeah, he's my cousin," confirmed Robin, "after you, muh-muh-ma'am." Barbara blushed and softly laughed, "thank you Mr. Warner. You are quite a gentleman." As Barbara got into the police station first, Kevin said to Robin, "really smooth. And I mean that unironically." Kevin and Robin then followed Barbara all the way to the office of her father, Commissioner James Gordon. Barbara knocked on the door, and an older man said inside, "come on in." Barbara opened the door and said, "hey Daddy." Inside was her father, Commissioner James Gordon. He looked to be in his late '50s/early '60s, had gray hair with some hints of red, a gray mustache, blue eyes, and he wore glasses too, which paired with his police attire. Robin and Kevin followed suit as James replied, "hey sweetie. Is it lunch time already?"

"Lunch time might have to wait," said Barbara, "these are my new acquaintances, Kevin Beaumont and Robin Warner." James looked at Robin and asked, "a toon? Well this is unexpected." Robin raised his cap in a respectful manner and said, "good afternoon, Commissioner. My friend Kevin here needs to speak to you." James gestured towards the chairs in front of him and said, "take a seat Kevin." The young gentleman sat down and said, "Commissioner, I need to report a crime." James nodded and said, "alright then. What's the crime?"

"Car theft," replied Kevin, "My car specifically." James wrote this down and asked, "what happened? Tell me everything you remember to the best of your ability." Kevin cleared his throat and said, "it all started when I made a pit stop less than a hundred miles from Gotham. I needed to use the bathroom..."

Kevin's point of view, 4 hours ago

As I was finished using the bathroom, the store clerk was having trouble with his telephone. "That's strange, the phones aren't working in here," said the clerk. "I hope it's nothing serious." I said, "thanks for letting me use your bathroom." I left the convenience store and I walked over to my car. Suddenly, this guy wandered over to me. He seemed like an unsuspecting guy. Just some guy who wore a tan leather jacket and black motorcycle gear with red overtones. He also had a red hooded sweater and black combat boots with hints of red. "Hi there," he said, "That's a nice car." I looked at the motorcycle stranger and said, "thanks. I've had this car since I was 16."

"What kind of car is that?" The motorcycle stranger asked. "Roadrunner Plymouth, 1980." I said. "Nice, you've got really good taste in cars," complimented the stranger. "Thanks." I said with humility. "Now you've had this car since you were 16?" The motorcycle stranger asked. "That's right." I confirmed. "How many miles has it driven?" The stranger asked. "Around 60,000." I admitted, "I've mostly taken it to school and other things, but nothing too crazy. Aside from driving all the way to Gotham right now." The stranger smiled and said, "nice. Nice. How convenient." Suddenly, the guy pulled a gun out of his pocket and held it to my head. "Here's what's going to happen now," he said as he put on a sort of black domino mask that covered his eyes, "You will do exactly as I say, or else I'm going to decorate your car with your brains. And trust me, this isn't a toy gun. Want to test that theory?" I looked at this psycho and said, "please don't hurt me. I don't have any cash on me, but I can go inside and get some money from the ATM..."

"I don't want your money, I want your car," replied the psycho, "keys. Now." I panicked and tried to see if anyone would try and call the cops, but the guy said, "don't even bother trying to ask for help. I cut the phone lines to make sure nobody calls the cops. Now give me your keys right now, or I'm going to shoot your nutsack." My hands were shaking as I took my keys out of my pocket, the gun never leaving my head. The psycho snatched the keys from me as he got out his duffel bag. "My car's got all my suitcases with my clothes and such." I said, trying to reason with him as he put on this red helmet that covered his entire head except for his masked eyes, "If you're going to steal my car, can I at least have my bags with my clothes back?"

"No." He coldly said. He then put his duffel bag in my back seat. As he opened the driver's door, he said, "give me your cell phone. GIVE ME YOUR CELL PHONE RIGHT NOW!!!" I panicked and gave him my cell phone. This red-hooded psychopath then shot my phone multiple times, destroying it. "That's to ensure you don't get any smart ideas and try to call the cops on me," he said while getting in the driver seat, shutting the door behind him. He started the car and said, "thanks for the car, pretty boy."

Now, third person view.

"And then he drove off with my car." Kevin concluded. "Now you said it was a blue Roadrunner Plymouth from 1980?" James questioned as he wrote down everything Kevin said. "That's right sir," confirmed Kevin. "What's your license plate?" James asked. "It's a Washington license plate," explained Kevin, "My Washington license plate is AMK8539."

"And what did this red hooded psychopath as you've described look like, face-wise?" James asked, "I'll have one of my forensic artists draw a sketch of what you've described before he put on this red helmet mask you described." Kevin stopped to recollect what this man looked like unmasked, and he said, "He was 6 ft tall, had a muscular build. I mean buff, not like Superman, but think muscle dude who works out five times a day. He was Caucasian. Jet black hair with a white streak on top of his hair, not like Pepe Le Pew, but like a punk. He had dark green eyes and he also had this scar on the left side of his cheek. Big enough to notice." James looked at Robin and asked, "and what of you Mr Warner? Do you have anything to do with this?"

"Well actually, I found Kevin trying to hitchhike about an hour after this Red Hood guy stole his car," explained Robin, "I felt bad for him, so I drove him to Gotham." James nodded, understanding that Robin was being a good Samaritan. "And what are you doing here in Gotham, Robin Warner?" James asked. "You know the local public television here in Gotham owned by WB?" Robin asked, earning nods from James and Barbara, "I'm going to be hosting a brand new children's show for the public television station there." Barbara smiled and said, "well that's nice." Robin smiled at Barbara and said, "thank you." James got out his business card and said, "I understand this sociopath you've mentioned has destroyed your cell phone. If you ever do get a new cell phone Mr Beaumont, do contact me. I'll have my best men look for your car, and I'll try to keep you in the loop with any updates." Kevin took the card and said, "thank you commissioner. If I ever buy a new cell phone, you'll be the second person I contact. My mom will have to be the first person I contact so that she knows I made it to Gotham."

"Could I also stay in the loop, Commissioner?" Robin asked, "I just want to make sure that Kevin gets his car and whoever stole it is held accountable." James shrugged and said, "I don't see why not." He gave Robin his business card as well. Barbara then got out a pen and said, "let me put my number on there in case Dad's unavailable to speak to." She wrote her personal phone number on both business cards and Robin said, "thanks Barbara. I appreciate that." The two gentlemen stood up and Kevin said, "thanks for listening to me Commissioner. I hope you're able to find my car." He shook James's hand and the commissioner replied, "I hope so too. We'll do the best we can. I certainly hope you have a pleasant stay here in Gotham, Mr Beaumont. As for you Mr Warner, good luck with your new show. I'll see if I can give it a watch." Robin shook James's hand and said, "thank you Commissioner. See you guys around." As much as he wanted to flirt with Barbara, he knew it would be a dumb idea to do so in front of her Police Commissioner father. "You too Robin," said Barbara as she smiled at Robin. As the two gentlemen left the police department, little did they and Barbara know that this red-hooded sociopath had a much bigger connection than they realized.