Titans

Computer, play music.

Computer, does Batman have a dossier

on all the high-level criminals in Gotham?

- Affirmative. -Lovely.

Is there a file labeled Crane, Jonathan, AKA Scarecrow?

Affirmative.

Play the file.

Addendum, psych profile, Jonathan Crane...

After a detailed study of Crane's criminal record,

as well as an assessment of his particular form of psychosis,

I can conclude that Crane's efforts are most effective

via the use of proxies.

Unwitting associates

commonly drugged into submissive complacence,

as opposed to any direct actions

of the dominant personality.

Is that what you think, Brucey boy?

In other words, Jonathan Crane,

the victim of abuse and neglect,

was ill equipped for the Scarecrow's unique form of brutality.

Computer, stop music.

Taking into account that Crane's alter ego was the mastermind,

while Crane himself, the scientist, the diligent student,

was wholly ineffectual.

It is my opinion that Crane

is one of the most pitiable among Gotham's violent criminals.

A broken man without a voice doomed to speak through others.

-I know what your problem is. -What the fuck?

-You're scared. -I'm not scared.

-Yes, you are. -No, I'm not.

Yes, you are!

You are terrified of everything in this house,

and I get it, coming home can do that to a boy.

Everywhere you look, there he is looking back at you, judging you.

What does he think of you? What does he want from you?

Will you ever be good enough?

Well, let me end your suspense right now.

No, you're never gonna be good enough for Bruce Wayne.

It's a relief, isn't it? Like ripping a band-aid off.

Not so bad.

But now that we've addressed your deep psychological issues,

why don't you go ahead and get your lazy ass out of this fucking bed?

We have work to do.

-What work? -What work? What?

What work?

The same work we've been doing every single day.

We are trying to save this godforsaken city.

The next step in our plan, we have to get rid of public enemy number one.

That's Nightwing.

That's fucking crazy.

That's right. We're gonna give the people what they want.

You can be a homicidal maniac. They don't care.

So long is that they think that you are on their side,

and Jason, you are.

You're on their side! You're on their side!

Get up, buttercup. I got a busy day.

Is anyone up there? Can anyone hear us?

- -

Man, it is bad out there.

Even for Gotham.

I didn't see a single cop.

Most of the stores are gated up,

but we still managed to harvest some supplies, didn't we, pal?

Thanks for the clothes.

I didn't think traipsing around Gotham in a supersuit

was the greatest idea right now.

Any luck tracking down Blackfire?

Or Gar or anyone?

No. Internet's down, cell phones are down.

Police scanners must have switched to an encrypted frequency.

How long do you think they've been working for Crane?

I don't know.

Guess that explains what happened last night.

Hello, Gotham.

What the hell?

It's Red Hood.

Coming to you live from the most exclusive spot in town,

the Batcave.

For too long, this city has been at the mercy of criminals.

And I'm not just talking about the Penguin,

and the Riddler and the Joker.

I'm talking about the ones who pretend to help but only makes things worse.

You've gotta be kidding me.

First Batman, now the Titans.

Hypocrites who feed off your terror in pursuit of glory.

And they turned Gotham into a city of carnage.

But it all comes to an end today.

There's a new savior in town.

First thing I'm going to do is burn the trash.

You hear me Nightwing?

You're public enemy numero uno...

But not for long.

Meet me at midnight.

You know the place.

It's time for us to finish this.

He's right.

Time to finish this.

We've got to get back to Wayne Manor.

We can't just burst in there. That's what he wants.

What he expects.

We need to break through the security system remotely,

and I can do that at Wayne Enterprises.

-Stay here. -Are you talking to me or Krypto?

Both.

So I'm good enough for getting groceries, but not this?

I need you to stay here. I'll see you when I get back.

Hey, Blackfire was shot.

I'm not gonna stay here and do nothing.

Look, our best chance of connecting with Blackfire is through that radio.

I need you to be here if they call.

Conner, I need you to let go off my arm.

Be here when I get back.

Hey! Hey!

-You're-- -Alive, yeah.

-And you're... -Me, too.

I can't believe it, Ms. Troy.

Donna.

They just let you out the hospital?

I let myself out.

When I woke up, no one was there.

And then I checked the bandages...

It's healed.

I just grabbed some clothes and took off.

Where are you headed?

I'm just trying to get home, remember?

What about you?

Looking for the Titans.

I have a lead that says they might be holed up in Chinatown.

Chinatown?

That's where I live.

Classic Gotham bullshit.

Let's get going.

Any plans on how we're gonna find Dick and Kory?

No.

And maybe it's for the best.

Why would you say that?

We might all be safer on our own.

Rach, things got really bad.

The entire city of Gotham thinks that this is all the Titans' fault.

They think we poisoned the water.

There are people who want us dead.

Even cops.

I should never have left you guys.

Don't say that.

You did what you had to do.

Nothing to show for it.

But I'm here now,

and I want to help.

Good.

Because I might have something.

It's been bugging me that Jason just miraculously

returned from the dead, and no one seems to know how.

So, I did some digging.

I found some of Bruce Wayne's old journals,

and I found this symbol.

Bruce wrote that it's related to a place of rebirth.

The Lazarus pit.

I might be crazy, but I keep thinking, like,

this might be the key to everything.

I know how to find it.

That'll be 50.

What do you mean $50? This is outrageous.

The price was $10 before.

Emergency premium.

Look, I got a lot of people waiting out here.

Pay or get out of the way, FOB.

What did you say?

You heard me.

Right. And you hear me.

I may have my baby right here,

but I can still slap the taste out of your rotten mouth with one hand.

Straighten those crooked teeth for you.

That's it. I'm gonna call the cops if you don't beat it.

I want to buy medicine for my sick child

and you want to call the police?

Fine.

Keep it.

I'll find you something, love. Don't worry.

Access granted.

Come on, Dick. Really?

I knew you'd try this.

Going through the back door rather than having to face me.

Sorry, but no.

All your base are belong to us.

You should stop by the old digs.

Crane's kicking it in Bruce's bed.

It's a party.

Hey, uh, asking for a friend,

how are the Titans doing?

You know you're never gonna win.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Midnight.

Third and Barons.

This is how it was always gonna end.

You're wrong.

What the hell happened?

Wait, wait, wait. Stand back.

We don't know who's inside.

Anyone in here?

Dad, stop! It's me!