Titans

Buck up, snowflake.

We've eluded our overdudes.

Now it's time to boogie.

Did you even see what happened back there?

Well, the part where we skirted catastrophe and emerged victorious?

I did. Bully for us.

Et voila.

We barely made it out of there.

Ah, details.

We won. Nightwing lost.

You don't know him.

He won't stop. Not after Hawk.

Hawk? Who's Hawk?

Oh, right. The big fella.

With the bomb.

It's hard to keep you guys straight.

So many of you are birds.

Dick knows everything now.

Okay? We're fucked.

Hey!

You need to make me believe you have a fucking plan.

You need to stop being afraid of Dick Grayson.

I'm not afraid of him!

Of course you are. Hold onto that fear.

Use it

--I should fucking kill you right now.

A lot of people should kill me.

I need to know the fucking plan!

The plan is simple.

We immerse the good citizens of Gotham in a world of fear and terror,

where there is no one to protect them.

And when they feel that all hope has been exhausted, we swoop in

and be the answer to their fear.

Eh, you feed a starving dog,

it's always by your side.

Why don't we get you a little hit of your happy juice and then we'll be on our way?

Here you go.

That's it.

All better now?

No.

That-a-boy.

Jason!

Jason.

Jason.

Jason.

Jason! Stop!

Donna...

Don't go.

You still have time, Jason.

Jason...

Jason.

Jason!

You're okay.

You're safe.

Jason, you're home.

I'm fine.

-I'm fine. -You were screaming.

Got to meet someone in the city.

It's been a few weeks of these dreams.

You sure you're okay?

You shouldn't ask people if they're okay.

You're not really good at it.

Bruce, I didn't mean...

People have bad dreams.

It's not a thing.

I'd like you to see an old friend of mine.

Dr. Leslie Thompkins.

What kind of doctor?

A psychologist.

You're sending me to a shrink?

Because I have fucking dreams?

She's more than simply a psychologist.

She knows everything about me.

She understands the work we do.

I've done my time with shrinks.

Not gonna happen.

No more Robin until you see her.

What?

I've set an appointment for tomorrow.

Bruce, please don't do this.

I'm fine.

If Leslie agrees with you, you can go back to being Robin.

But until I hear the word from her, you're shut down.

- Hey. - Sorry I'm late. Molly.

It's cool. I ordered for you.

God, you look tired.

You sleeping?

You still trying to save me?

Always.

What are you working on?

Diego from the shelter went missing.

Rumor is, the Joker's got a dude on the street taking in strays.

Diego's poor and brown, so, you know the cops don't give a shit.

Batman will take care of him.

Batman protects rich people.

Careful, J.

Living in that fake house got you slipping.

Should've stayed in San Francisco.

Fuck San Francisco.

That whole thing was a mistake.

Gotham's where I need to be.

You've been different since you've been back.

-Different how? -I don't know.

Like something happened over there.

Nothing happened.

I was bored, so I left.

Okay.

Look, if you don't want to talk about it--

Where's this guy who's picking up the street kids?

I heard he's hanging near a shelter on Dunsmuir.

Show me.

Right.

-'Cause you're a cop now. -I'm serious.

Let's just go see if he's there.

And then what?

Take some photos.

Show them to the cops.

It's worth trying.

I know that look.

What look?

The one that used to get me in trouble.

You still with what's her name?

Sheila?

Nah. Sheila was the wrong one.

I might even date boys again.

Over there.

Gotta be him.

Got it?

Hold on.

Name's Pete Hawkins.

Piece of shit's been in and out of Blackgate.

Gooned up with the Joker last year.

How do you know that?

Told you.

I'm still me.

Right. That's one of those things that sounds real cool,

but doesn't actually mean anything.

Let's go introduce ourselves.

-J-- -Just a conversation.

That's all.

Come on.

What's in this? It's really strong.

You look like you can handle it.

-I love your smile.

What if I told you

I could introduce you to someone that would make you smile,

all the time?

It never works out like that.

Give us a second.

Keep the drink.

We have a problem?

A little young for you, isn't she, hoss?

She's old enough to make her own choices.

Do I know you?

I'm "Fuck." She's "Off."

We hate clowns.

Clowns?

Maybe you ran across a kid?

-Diego. -Martinez.

You know him?

You must have me confused with someone else.

You haven't done enough time

to look at me like that.

You have no idea who I am.

J, let's get out of here.

Where's your swag, cowboy?

Jason!

You shut your mouth, bitch!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it, please.

Just for you, cutie.

I'll see you around.

Jason!

Jason.

Get off of me!

Look, you're hurt.

We need to get you to a hospital--

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Just tell me what I can do to help--

Get the fuck away from me, okay?

Go! Get the fuck away from me!

I said go!

Smells like fucking French fries in here.

Wednesday is my cheat day.

Have a seat.

You want the emotional shit and then I can leave, right?

Big fan of the emotional shit.

My mother was a smack addict and it killed her.

My dad was murdered by Two-Face.

Add three years of foster care bullshit and I'm probably fucked up, okay?

Look, I'm having bad dreams, I'm off my game.

Just give me the pill.

-The pill? -That's what you fucking do, right?

You get people to open up about their shit and you give them pills.

Happened to me when I was bouncing around State.

Ritalin.

Adderall. Dexedrine.

And something else I can't remember.

-Did the pills help? -I never took 'em.