If Crazy Equals Genius - Panic! At the Disco

Sirens raced through the streets of Gotham City as the GCPD tried to track down the laughing maniac who had just taken down five civilians, eight stop signs, and a couple of cops. No one paid much mind unless the car with the psychopath got close to them. It was just another day in Gotham.

In the shadows, tracking the development was a young boy. He swung from rooftop to rooftop, his cape shuttering in the wind. His blue eyes were hidden by the white fabric of his green mask. His katana was strapped to his back by the wraps of the scabbard he protected it in.

The car chase ended at the harbor, everything tends to end there. Deals, relationships, lives. The harbor was a bad place to be, everyone in Gotham knew that. Even the young Robin had some bad experiences there. Enough to make him shutter from the crisp fight he had there with someone he thought he was close to just a few nights ago.

"This is over, Joker! Put down your gun," the commissioner yelled.

The man laughed, waving his pistol in the air. "This isn't over, it's just the beginning!"

"What do you mean?" A cop asked.

Once again Joker just laughed, this time laughing more than before. He continued laughing, stumbling on his feet. He stopped his chorus of giggles and shot his gun, causing the cops to shoot in fear. He toppled over, falling into the harbor.

"Is he dead?" Another cop questioned, breaking the silence.

"I don't know. Start a search," the commissioner demanded.

Robin climbed down from the building he was resting upon. "Gordon."

The commissioner looked and saw the boy, a from appearing on his face. "Look, Robin lets make this short. Batman isn't here anymore, he died. We don't need some child playing dress up messing with our investigations. Go home, son."

"I'm not your son, don't tell me what to do."

"Just go, you aren't needed."

"Well, I guess I won't give you the information I have gathered," Robin turned on his heels and started walking away.

"Where are you going?" The commissioner questioned.

"Home, like you said, I guess I just am not needed," Robin grinned.

"Come back here and tell me what you know," Gordon demanded.

"Sorry, commissioner. It doesn't work that way. I'm not some toy, we make fair deals like you did with the bat. Since you don't feel like doing that you won't get anything out of me," Robin shrugged as he continued walking. He took out his grapple gun and shot it to one of the warehouses, being flung over there, away from the crime scene.

Across Gotham, the Red Hood stood watching a drug deal in progress. Everyone knew that there were only four groups you could get drugs from: Joker's gang, Penguin's organization, Black Mask, or the Royal Flush Gang. All drugs in the city linked back to them, but it hardly mattered. Someone was dealing out bad batches, and Red Hood needed to stop them.

Once the deal was finished Red Hood went after the dealer, a forty-some-year-old man with slicked back blonde hair. He tracked the deal a few blocks before making himself known.

"Hey, we need to talk-"

The dealer pointed his gun at Red Hood. "Who the f-k are you, you bat wearing creep?"

Red Hood laughed. "I'm the Red Hood. I have a couple questions and a few suggestions."

"I ain't tellin' you nothing," the dealer screamed, his breath gross with alcohol. It's always alcohol on the breath of these guys.

"Who do you get your drugs from?"

The guy rolled his eyes. "Like I said, pal, I'm not telling you."

"You know, I wanted to do this the nice way," Red Hood sighed and took out one of his guns from the holsters on the side, pointing the barrel at the man. "I guess I gotta be the bad cop now."

"Wait, you's a cop?" The dealer yelled.

"I'm not a cop, now answer me, who gave you the drugs."

"You just said," The guy started.

"Ignore what I just said, answer me."

The guy wouldn't talk. Red Hood knew that the man needed some convincing. A few punches and a gun to his head did the trick.

"I work for a new organization. I don't know where they get their drugs, okays man?"

Red Hood nodded his head. "Yeah, okay."

The sound of a gunshot rang through the empty alleyway.

Robin walked out of the dark alley to reveal himself to the red helmet-wearing man. "You actually kill?"

Red Hood turned around and put his gun away, facing the kid. "So you are the bat's new brat? He left you alone too?"

The boy took in a short breath. "My father didn't leave, he's coming back."

"The rumors are true. You are Bruce's blood son?"

Robin took off his mask, assured that there was no one in the shadows. "I'm Damian Wayne, the true son. You're Jason Todd, my mother brought you back to life."

Red Hood took off his helmet, a piece of bleach white hair falling into his eyes. "Nice to meet you kid. Do you need a lift home?"

"I can drive myself."

"No," Jason nearly shouted.

"I know how," Damian hissed back.

"I don't care if you know how, I wasn't allowed to drive until I was of legal age."

"I'm different. I'm far ahead of you or any other previous Robin."

"Keep telling yourself that," Jason chuckled as he walked to his motorcycle. "Get on, we are going to Selena's."

"Kyle? Wow, Todd, you are really low to be spending time with that thief."

"I don't care, Damian. She is a widow now and needs support."

"I've known you for five seconds and you are already speaking to me like you have known me for years."

Jason grinned as he revved his motorcycle. "I've heard plenty of stories."

"From who?" Damian questioned.

"Dick and Tim. Also a few others, including Selena. She is worried about you so let's go."

Damian hesitated before flinging a leg over to get on the motorcycle. "Fine, let's go."