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Previously on Titans...

Bruce Wayne was at the
circus the night your parents died.

I want to help you.

He has volunteered
to be your foster parent.

And, Dick, the police,
they believe it may not have been an accident.

Someone killed my parents?

I'm gonna find out
who's running this freak show.

- I'll come with you.
- I thought we weren't splitting up.

I'm coming back.
I promise.

Nap time, kids.

Detective Grayson.

Are you Mr. Adamson?
And what do you want with Rachel?

You found me. So the Organization
is sending people to kill us.

If you don't give me
some answers...

Dick Grayson in the flesh.
Nice to meet you, bro.

I'm the new Robin.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

And He will welcome them
into the Kingdom of Heaven

where they will dwell in the
house of the Lord forever.

Let us pray.

Oh, God, who did instruct
the hearts of the faithful

by the light of the Holy Spirit,

grant us in the same spirit
to be truly wise

and ever to rejoice
in his consolation,

through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

They loved you.

And they were proud of you.

You know that, right?

The police said
someone killed them.

Someone burned the trapeze ropes

with hydrofluoric acid...

And disappeared.

And the police can't find him.
Is that true?

- It's not your concern, Dick.
- Is it true?

Someone will find who did it.

I spoke with Ms. Bond.

It sounds like Bruce Wayne is
serious about takin' you in.

- But I wanna stay with you.
- I want that, too.

But part of my agreement with your
parents was deciding what's best for you.

Living with you
is what's best for me.

Bruce Wayne
is a very wealthy man.

And a very good man.

He can give you everything
that I can't.

I don't want to.

Please don't make me.

I know you don't believe me,
kiddo,

but trust me,
living with Bruce Wayne

is gonna change
your life forever.

Man, dude looks dead.

Trust me. There's a difference
between dead and knocked out.

This is awesome!

Robin and Robin, in action.

Who the hell are you?

Jason Todd. The new Robin.
Robin 2.0, right?

Hey, seriously, man,

it's an honor to meet you.

Yep.

I always wondered
what this moment was gonna be like,

never thought that when it
happened I'd be saving your life.

So, there's a new Robin, eh?

Yours truly. In the flesh.

- Does Batman know you're here?
- Of course.

Bruce knows how badly I've
always wanted to meet you.

Pick your brain,
catch a couple of pointers,

he's all, "Go for it, bro."

Hey, let me go grab my clothes.
I'll be right back.

Can't believe it.

Here we are, together, in the same car.
This is so cool!

Yeah.

Real cool.

So how long have you
and Bruce been, uh...

- Been...
- Together?

- Almost a year.
- A year?

Wow. Okay.
Didn't waste any time.

- So how did you and he...
- I was out boosting cars.

Guess I chose the wrong one.
Or the right one.

You tried to steal
the Batmobile?

No, man. Just the hubcaps.

And just like that,
he took you in?

Guess he saw potential.

So, what do you think
of the new suit?

Upgrades are pretty sick, right?

The new tunic
is made with Zylon fibers,

six times stronger than Kevlar.

Seriously, bro, you can hit me
with a flame thrower from ten feet

and I'd be like,
"That's all you got?"

- Zylon fibers.
- Smart, right?

Hey, no offense
but you gotta admit,

the old version
was a little outdated.

So how'd you find me anyway?

The tracker.

What tracker?

In your arm.

There's a fucking tracker
in my arm?

Yeah. In mine, too.
Don't you remember him putting it in?

No.

Maybe you forgot.

So, where are we goin'?

I gotta find a place
to put that guy.

Can I make a suggestion?

Sure.

According to Bruce, the design of
this place is inspired by Frank Lloyd.

- Wright.
- I know, right?

Dude's really into,
you know, lines and shit.

Bruce has a bunch
of places like this.

He calls them "safe houses,"
but they're more like condos.

- Never been to one.
- You're lucky.

Access denied.

I got this.

Access granted.

Guess he changed the locks.

Why are you doing this?

Why do you even
want to be Robin?

Are you kidding?
This is the dopest gig ever.

Hangin' out with Batman,
kicking bad guys' asses,

being famous,
driving the goddamn Batmobile.

He lets you drive the Batmobile?

Wouldn't you rather
have your own name?

Like "Sparrow" or "Blue Jay,"
for "Jason"?

Fuck, no.

The whole point is being Robin.

Batman needs Robin.

Why do you think he makes us
wear those lame colors?

'Cause we're drawing fire.

"Look over here, assholes!"

Then boom, the Bat lands
and starts trashing ass.

Here, I'll go back
and get our friend.

Who's this?

- Niccolo Machiavelli.
- Oh, yeah.

Bruce has talked
about that dude.

Sounds like a total savage.

"If an injury
has to be done to a man,

"it should be so severe that his
vengeance need not to be feared.

"Severities should be
dealt out all at once,

"so that their suddenness
may give less offense.

"Benefits ought to be
handed out drop-by-drop

"so they may be
relished the more."

You know, I used to
read about you as a kid.

Bruce has told me tons of
awesome stories about you.

I bet he has.

I know it's none of my business,

but he never said why you quit.

I guess I just couldn't cut it.

Are you thirsty?
I'm gonna go check out the brew sitch.

- What?
- The beer situation.

You've got impeccable timing.

- Where the hell are you?
- Chicago.

I thought you were
coming back here.

Things got a little weird
at our friend's apartment.

His name is Dr. Adamson,
by the way.

Doctor of what, I have no idea.

Let me guess.
He tried to kill you.

He tried to cook me
breakfast, actually.

His friends tried to kill me.

Six of them. I got the feeling
there's more where they came from.

You took out six assassins
by yourself?

Not bad.

Robin's got some skills.

Any update on the family?

Um, they're all dead.

- Kory.
- I didn't kill them.

I just walked in
and they were, like, dead.

Their heads exploded.

Hell of a coincidence.

- I...
- Ah, fuck.

Are you okay?

Just dealing with something.

Look, you guys
need to get out here.

I'm at 888
North Lakeshore Drive.

It's less than an hour.
You'll be safe here.

- Are you sure?
- It's a safe house.

It has "safe" right in the name.

Hey, Jason, thanks
for the help back there.

But I'm good now.
You should head back to Gotham.

What the hell, man?

I'm not Robin anymore.
Have a safe trip back.

You didn't have to do that.

- Yeah, I did. And you should, too.
- Why?

Because we're not animals
in Bruce Wayne's private zoo.

You don't get it, man.
He did it for you. For us.

In case anything ever
happened, he could find us.

Thanks for stopping by.

Tell Bruce I'm gonna need the
place for a couple of days.

He should be okay with it.

I'm not sure you really
understand him, man.

I think I'm the one guy
in the world that does.

Look, Jason,

he might have you thinking
that you're a partnership,

but everything Bruce does is in the
best interest of one person. Bruce.

Time to go.

Sorry, man. I can't.

He wanted me to show you these.

How did you get these?

They were sent to the
Gotham PD addressed to "Robin."

Whoever sent them
thinks you're still Robin.

I know these people.

Come here, kiddo.

I worked with them
at the Haly's Circus.

- Before your parents were...
- Yeah.

That must've sucked.

- He burns them with acid.
- Hydrofluoric acid.

Calling card
of the Maroni crime family.

- Harvey Dent, your parents...
- I know.

Tony Zucco worked for the Maronis
when he killed my parents.

But they were
put away years ago.

Why'd he do it?

Haly owed the Maronis
protection money.

Couldn't come up with the cash.

So my parents paid the debt
with their lives.

Papers call this guy
"the Melting Man,"

because he melts the flesh
right off their bones.

Creepy as shit, huh?

Any idea who this freak is?

The man I'm thinking of is dead.

So that's a no.

Have you checked back in
with the police?

Why would I go
to the fucking cops?

- Because five people were murdered.
- The cops are a joke, man.

There's two kinds,
useless and dirty.

- Is that what Bruce says?
- No, it's what I say.

They hit a dead end so they came
crawling to Bruce and me. As usual.

When Bruce realized who the victims
were, he sent me to find you.

- You mind?
- Sure thing.

Boom!

Phone bill paid
last month, utilities on.

Looks like he's still alive.

This is Clay Williams.

I'm not home right now,
so please leave a message.

Milwaukee's only an hour
and a half from here.

I gotta go make sure he's safe.

- We're going on a road trip. Excellent.
- Not us. Me.

Look, I appreciate you bringing this to me.
I really do.

But there's no reason for you to come.
This is personal.

You're Bruce's Robin, not mine.

No, I'm my Robin.

- I don't need your help.
- You did back at that apartment.

Hmm!

- Who are your friends?
- Not important.

- Who's he?
- Not important.

- Anybody want a brew?
- Yeah, I do.

No, he doesn't.
No one wants a brew.

- That can't be Adamson.
- He's not Adamson. Adamson's in the bathroom.

- Unconscious.
- Hi, I'm Rachel.

- Jason.
- Okay, who we all are doesn't matter right now.

Can we just chill out, relax,
sit on the couch and watch TV or something?

Yo, when did you
get another one?

- That one's mine.
- Yours?

- Wait, you're Robin, too?
- I thought you were Robin.

- I am.
- He was.

Okay, how many Robins are there?

Are there a lot?
'Cause I would love to...

Okay, quiet.

Sit.

Bathroom.

- Can I be Robin?
- Oh, my God.

- What happened to him?
- I gave him something to help him sleep.

I kind of had my hands full.

Well, did he say anything?

He said he works for something
called "the Organization."

And they work
for Rachel's father.

He seemed to have
people everywhere.

You sure you weren't followed?

You sure you weren't?

- Him?
- Yeah.

He's not with the Organization.

- He works for Batman, too?
- Yeah.

He's my replacement.

Oh, good.

Yeah, that's good. You said you
didn't wanna be Robin anymore, right?

- Right.
- All right, so problem solved.

Unless, of course,
you do wanna be Robin.

In which case,
you should be Robin.

Even though the new one's probably
younger, and healthier, and smarter.

I'm just trying to get used
to the idea of being replaced.

Wow. An honest answer,
for once. Well done.

What is he doing here, anyway?

Some people I know were killed.

The killer's still out there.

There's someone I need to check
on, make sure he's okay.

- So go.
- What about him?

He is handcuffed and unconscious.
Pretty sure I can handle it.

Unless you want me
to come with you.

No. This is my problem.

I'll be back but I should
probably talk to Rachel.

Oh, she's used to it by now.

- What about the other Robin?
- He's comin' with me.

And try not
to kill this one, okay?

I didn't kill them.

Then we got to the studio.

So you heard
something in a bluegrass band,

but didn't you wanna
work with them?

Uh-huh.

Hmm.
And you basically created a new genre.

What do you call it again?

Well, if you take
bluegrass and jazz

and put 'em together,
you get "bluegrazz."

Ain't that somethin'?

It was something so new and
fresh, it took me by surprise.

Your ears peak, your mind opens up
to a whole new way of listening.

Yes, that's the reaction
I was hoping for.

The place is called Corvo.
It's some kind of speakeasy.

Landlord said
he bounces the late shift.

That's too bad.
Bouncers are assholes.

Clay's not.
And how would you know anyway?

Uncle Ray would take me to bars with
him all the time when I was little.

Everyone thought it was cute,
till it wasn't.

He was a fun drunk.

Then he'd get stupid,
then he'd start throwing punches...

Then the bouncers
would kick our asses out.

Where were your folks?

Mom was upstate.
Dad was downstate.

Uncle Ray was the man
until he OD'd when I was 13.

- Where'd you go?
- Wherever.

Foster care. In and out of the
system, the streets mostly after that.

It's not all bad.
I survived.

Now look, man,
we're living the dream.

Clay Williams workin' tonight?

- VIP lounge.
- Okay.

There a problem?

"Robert Plissken"? Nice try.

Come on, man, be cool.

Not tonight, Snake.

I'm 19.

Okay, well, stay here.
I'll be right back.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah?

So, uh, how does someone
get into the VIP lounge?

Give me the password.

"Haly's Circus."

Dicky?

Dicky! Oh, Lord,
I can't believe it's you!

- Is this you?
- Yeah, it's me. I can't breathe.

- Oh, damn.
- Oh, man.

Oh! What in God's name
are you doin' here?

Can we talk?

Murdered?

And I'm worried
you're next on the list.

You've seen anything
weird at home?

Any people following you?

Not that I've noticed.

You still in touch with anyone from the circus?
Since it shut down?

I spoke to Abigail a few years
ago after her husband died.

I wanted to get in touch with
Percy but I could never find him.

After the...

We all went
our own separate ways.

Yeah.

I think the last time
I saw any of them were

at your parents' funeral.

I should've kept in touch.

Especially with you.

Hey, it goes both ways.
I'm just glad you're okay.

Okay, no excuses now.
We stay in touch.

- Can't believe you're a cop.
- Detective, actually.

All I know is I'm just
so proud of you, kiddo.

You know,
I used to wonder all the time,

what my life would be like
if I'd stayed with you?

You know,
gone to a normal school,

had some normal friends.

"Normal"?

You mean "poor."

'Cause that's what
it would've been. Poor.

But look at how
you turned out. Perfect.

You look happy.

Are you?

Hey.

My bad. Thought it was mine.

Let me buy you another one.

- It wasn't my drink.
- What the fuck are you doin'?

I'm sorry, Mumford.
Did you say somethin'?

- Do you want me to kick your ass?
- I want you to try.

Shit.

Let's do this.

- Let's not.
- Back the fuck off. I got this.

Jas...

Clay, call 911.

My phone.

Think he got lucky.

Clay, you okay?

No, he isn't.

It's good to finally talk
to you, Dick Grayson.

You arrived right on schedule.

Who are you?

You know.

It's not possible.

- Why not?
- Because you're dead.

You must be thinking
of my father.

Where's Clay?

Who was that?

This morning,
federal authorities arrested Anthony Zucco

on charges of racketeering
and tax evasion.

The arrest marks the end of a five-year
manhunt for the suspected murderer

and the man who police say

ran the Gotham City branch
of the Maroni crime family.

Zucco's lawyers issued a
statement today saying, quote,

"This is a witch hunt. Our client, Mr. Zucco,
is innocent until proven guilty.

"If the court has already
made up its mind,

"then the Gotham City justice is no
better than that of Batman himself."

- Who's that?
- That's his son, Nick.

I wanna talk to Zucco.

I'm afraid we can't let you
do that, Mr. Grayson.

We're stretching things
even letting you in here.

Uh, but I want you to know
that we appreciate all the help

from Wayne Enterprises
in tracking him down.

Lot of people are gonna be taken
off the street because of this.

You're cutting him a deal?

Tony Zucco knows the players.
He knows the locations.

And he knows
where the bodies are buried.

He's the key to bringing down
the entire Maroni family.

Instead of one guy,
we're gonna take down 50, maybe more.

That man murdered my parents and
you're letting him walk free?

We can't prove that,
Mr. Grayson.

And he's not walking free.

He'll be in protective custody.

His whole family will have to be once
the Maronis find out he snitched on them.

Things like this
happen all the time.

I know it doesn't
seem fair, Mr. Grayson...

This is why people
like Batman do what they do.

You don't cut a deal
with a guy like Tony Zucco.

You lock him in a jail cell
until he takes his last breath.

Then you bury him under the
jail and burn it to the ground.

What the fuck?

Jesus!

Watch out!

What the hell's happening?

Someone's on
the fucking roof. Come on.

- Oh, fuck!
- I don't see him!

Keep looking.

Oh, shit.

Please.

How many people have you killed
that begged for their life?

Look, I'll give you
whatever you want.

I want my parents back!

Grayson.

Give me one reason not to.

One!

The Maronis.

You gotta help me.

Please.

No.

I killed his father.

The guy who murdered
your parents?

That's a win either way
you look at it.

One less scumbag
on the face of the planet.

Man, that must've felt awesome.

Yeah, that's the problem.

Hey, you want my advice?
Don't be Robin.

All those years
Bruce was helping me?

He was turning me
into a weapon, his weapon.

And he may have you convinced that you
can get everything you ever wanted,

but you can't unlearn what he
teaches you and you can't control it.

Believe me,
the price is too high.

- I gotta go.
- Where?

I gotta take care
of this by myself.

That's close enough, Robin.

I'm the one you're looking for.
Let Clay go.

Dick?

You're gonna be okay, Clay.

No, he isn't.
He's going to die.

So are you.

You should thank me.
Death is better.

- What happened to you?
- You did.

The feds told me what happened.

Robin hijacked my father's transport
and offered him up to the Maronis.

After your little meltdown
in the feds' office,

it wasn't hard
to link you to Robin.

I didn't know
the Maronis would be there.

No, you wanted to do the honors.

Either way, it seems I have
you to thank for what followed.

Seems your little act
of revenge had consequences.

After my father was killed,
the deal was off.

No more federal protection.

So, the Maronis
came after my mother...

And my sister...

And my fiancée.

They all melted.

They tried to melt me, too.

So, you thought you'd even the
score by killing my family.

That make you feel better?
Did your fucking plan work?

Beyond my wildest dreams.

When the acid strikes
your skin, it doesn't burn.

It's much worse.

- It's like insects eating away
at your flesh... -

...burrowing inside of you.

I can still feel them
crawling all over me.

I didn't want this
to happen to you, Nick.

I'm not Nick anymore.

That's what the acid
did for me. It changed me.

You revealed
your true self on that bridge.

Just like the acid peeled away the
surface to reveal my true self underneath.

He's an innocent man.

- Let him go.
- No!

He gave you an out, dumb-ass.
You should've taken it.

- Nice work.
- Dude deserved what he got.

- Are you okay?
- Zylon fibers, man.

Oh, you're welcome, by the
way, for saving your life.

And you're welcome
for me saving your life.

- We have to go.
- I'll take care of it.

Clay, you okay?

All right, fan out.

Unit Five on the scene,

responding to reports
of gunfire.

Roger that, Unit Five.
Additional units are en route.

Got nothin'.

Clear here.

Get back!
We need to jump back!

Lights out, bitch!

No!

What do you think
you're doing? They're cops.

That's the coolest part
about being Robin.

Wearin' a mask. I can do
whatever the fuck I want.

Did you not just hear
what I said?

There is no way Batman's cool
with beatin' up cops.

He isn't.
But I don't see him here.

The cops in Gotham kicked my ass every night.
Now I get to kick back.

You obviously have
your own shit goin' on.

But you're gonna wake up one day
and have no idea who you are.

Oh, coming from the guy screaming "I'm not
Robin, I don't wanna be Robin"

standing there in a fucking Robin suit,
carrying that case all over the country!

You wanna know the real
difference between us?

I know who I am, man.

I kick ass with Batman
and I fucking love it.

But who the fuck are you?

Fuck you!

You could've told me
about being Robin.

I'm tryin' to give it up.

Does Bruce know?

Know what?

That you work with Batman?

I don't. Not anymore.

Bruce did right by you.

Didn't he?

He did the best he could.

Hey.

- Hey, is Adamson awake?
- Not yet.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I am.

- I'm on my way back.
- About time.

How many Robins should I expect?

None.

Welcome back.

Hmm.

It's time to talk.

Where's Rachel?

Doesn't matter.

You're not getting
anywhere near her.

You can do anything
you like to me.

You can kill me if you want.

I'm not talking to anyone
but Rachel.