Titans

Yeah.

I'm on my way.

Hey.

Hey. Sorry to wake you.

No problem. What's going on?

Three attacks already tonight.

A dozen killed, twice that many injured.

None of the attackers have any history of violence.

Just regular folk who went berserk.

They found inhalers at all the scenes.

They're putting their drug on the street.

First Lady Vic, now this.

What the hell does Crane want?

What he's always wanted,

to create chaos through fear.

Please tell me this doesn't have

with you and I working together.

No, it's not.

He was doing this way before us.

That's why Batman put him away.

Then we let him out again.

We'll put him back in... together.

From your lips.

I'll call you from the office.

What the fuck is that?

Did you switch from weed to acid?

I hope you're watching the news.

Looks like Gotham had a real party tonight.

I was wrong about you, Jason.

I underestimated you.

Good work.

You're not mad I stole your stash?

It's all good, man.

With this new machine, I got plenty.

I thought you might be pissed.

Anger is just fear in a little black dress.

Now, my dude, you can relax.

I'm not the Batman.

Damn. Those attacks tonight were awesome.

Our partners don't think so.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

The heads of the Five Families called an emergency meeting,

said they want to speak to Red Hood.

That's why I stopped by.

Got to fuel up.

Don't worry.

I'll show them who's boss.

What did you put in that?

Like I said, I'm not the Batman.

Come on. Go for a walk.

There you go. Goodbye, babies.

What the fuck happened to your face?

Town went nuts last night.

Chick I was with did it.

She got hopped up on that shit.

Wait. That's why you called this meet?

God damn right.

Look, the Hood promised business.

Chaos isn't business.

All I've got is 40% loss of income,

a five-way split on a piece of shit bank job,

and a face full of metal brads.

And whatever happened to that truckload of gold?

I took it.

Scarecrow? What the fuck?

What are you doing here?

Take a wild guess.

Wait. You're behind Red Hood?

That's right, Valeska.

Call it a social experiment.

You got a problem with that?

No, no. No problem at all, Doctor.

We had no idea this was your operation.

Guys, relax.

If I was going to gas you, you'd already be laying

peeling your skin off, starting with your eyelids.

You remember, right?

Good.

So, why are you here?

I'm here to reassure you.

Red Hood's chaos is by design.

Thanks to it, Batman has left the city,

the Titans are reeling,

and the city is desperate for a solution,

which means we are ready for the final phase.

Final phase of what?

The destruction of Gotham?

Because that's where we're headed.

No, I want to help Gotham.

I've always wanted to help Gotham.

That was my plan two years ago, when the Batman disrupted it.

And now I can finally see my plans come to fruition.

I've designed a superior product,

and I've produced enough of it

to medicate this entire city,

placing them under our control.

You call this under control?

Well, you know, we've had to tweak

make it a little more happy, a little less stabby.

Your basic instincts set free.

Free from restraint, free from conscience.

That's what my drug offers, freedom.

And what is more addictive than that?

So you all want business,

and I want the distribution for my product

at a premium price.

The good people of Gotham,

they just want a feel-good drug.

So we have Red Hood, who will protect our operation.

And within 24 hours, you'll all be richer.

What do you need?

I'll let you know.

The battle for Gotham ends tonight.

Be ready.

A dozen dead in under two hours.

Crane and Red Hood were only doing a trial run.

Crane is weaponizing anybody willing to take his drug.

It's turning people into violent psychopaths.

That's what he did with Jason.

He's Red Hood now.

It's time we all accept what he is.

Now that Crane has the multiplier,

he's going to start mass producing this drug.

This was the damage after three inhalers,

imagine what happens with 30,000.

Gotham will tear itself apart.

Did you do scans on the machine yet?

I tried to trace the multiplier's

heat and power signatures, but so far, nothing.

It's like he's hidden it.

- Keep looking. - Where are you going?

There's another computer.

The GCPD does this sort of thing.

A bit better hardware.

Why haven't we been using it?

Because it's illegal.

Well, if we're breaking laws, I've got an unhappy mobster.

Just put it on the street.

Anybody caught with the drug is caught.

- Got it. - Thank you, Officer.

- Hey. - Hey. Any luck?

That SPM machine Crane stole is part of a city-wide ramp up.

He's in production.

So is that hundreds or dozens of doses?

Thousands. On the streets by tonight.

Jesus.

That machine has a searchable heat signature,

but the Bat Computer can't see it.

We need something that can see a little deeper.

No. Don't even ask.

Oracle's our only hope.

Bruce couldn't stop Scarecrow until he used Oracle.

And then the NSA slapped an injunction on us,

and I don't really feel like going to jail.

They'll never know.

That sounds like something Bruce would say.

If we don't use it, more people are gonna die.

You and I both know that.

I promised myself I wouldn't.

You didn't get rid of it, did you?

Why not?

Because I imagined a moment in the future

so terrible that we might need it.

That moment, we're here.

Access verified.

Gordon Barbara Gail.

You have company. Identification requested.

Identified.

Grayson Richard John.

Hello, Dick.

Hello, Oracle.

My condolences for the loss of Mr. Todd,

and Mr. Wayne's sudden departure.

I see you've updated your data systems.

As is my protocol upon reactivation.

Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Grayson?

The two you would like some time alone?

Commence search, Dr. Jonathan Crane.

Of course. One moment.

Public communication, negative.

Would you like to search private communications?

- No. - Yes.

Invalid answer.

- Yeah. - Yes.

Of course. One moment.

Because I never said that.

Get off my phone.

kept fucking begging me,

shut the fuck up already!

By tonight. Is it pure?

Yeah, man, it's pure.

Good. 6328 Bollinger Avenue.

I'll be there in six minutes.

On my way.

Dick, wait.

I'll tell you what I find.

Hey, Conner. 6328 Bollinger Avenue.

Meet me there.

Your heart rate is elevated.

You seem upset, Barbara.