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[Dick] Previously on Titans...

What am I?

You were the genetic material
of two different people
blended together.

-Lex Luthor.
-And who else?

[chuckling] Superman.

[Conner] If they get me,
what will they do to me?

[Mercy]
We're doing it my way.

-I don't wanna leave you.
-Go.

Don't use your powers.

Don't be a hero.

If I'm Robin... who are you?

That's a good question.

His name is Deathstroke.
Old Titans business.

That's Rose's father?

He killed my brother.

I'm Dick.

[Rose] He said big brother
fell in with the wrong crowd.

[Dick] I'm training them to be
a better version of us.

[Donna] But there's
ghosts in this place.

Do they even know
what happened last time?

Garth!

[Dawn]
Reopening this tower
was a mistake.

How many people have to die
for you to realize that?

[Dick] If you want
revenge for what happened,
you can have me.

Say goodbye to your friend.

[Dick] No!

[Jason] I don't know
how to thank you.

[gunshots]

This guy just saved my life.

[coughing]

[Jason screaming]

No!

[continues screaming]

[Bruce] They say the suit
makes the man.

In your case,
I guess it would be

a memorial urn.

A whole life reduced to
a decorative can of ash.

But you're
not sentimental, are you?

[scoffs] When you
walk away from a job,

you really walk away.

Let things go.

Let, ooh, people... go.

I guess you figured
one less Robin in the world
wouldn't hurt.

Or maybe you had
another idea.

Let me guess.

You were gonna trade
your life for Jason's.

Noble.

And fucking stupid.

You thought
Deathstroke wanted you?

Guess what, precious,
he wants everybody but you.

At least for now.

You were supposed to
protect these kids.

That's why I sent
Jason to you.

You were supposed
to make him right.

Instead you hurt him,
you ostracized him,

humiliated him.

You lied to him.

Not the florid lies
you told in grade school.

This was, uh, more insidious.

A lie of omission.

This blood feud
between you
and Deathstroke...

You just let Jason walk
right into the middle of it.

[whispers] Psst. Hey.

You know what this
is really about?

[Dawn] Dick?

You okay?

Yeah.

Well, I can't say the same
about the kid
who saved Jason.

I thought you
patched him up?

I did the best I could,
considering, but...

there are complications.

You might wanna come
take a look.

[theme music playing]

[monitor beeping steadily]

Is he stable?

For the moment.

Whatever they shot him with
left something behind.

Some sort of toxin.

Maybe we should
take him to a hospital.

[Bruce] Genius.

A nice, quiet place
where they can
finish him off.

The boy has
special abilities.

Yeah, I think
he's safest here.

Okay.

[Dawn] And I think
you should call Bruce.

He catalogues these things.
He might know who he is.

Hello? Hey, Dick.

Oh, sure.
I can look the kid up.

Hey, I just realized
what your special skill is.

The thing that makes you
the natural leader in this group.

You're the only one
with my phone number.

[Kory] Dick?

-I'll call Bruce.
-[Dawn] Good.

You check on Jason?

On my way.

-[heavy metal music blaring]
-[grunting]

-You all right?
-All good.

[Bruce] Of course
he's all right.

Fifteen storeys of
free-falling probably
did him good.

It's past midnight.
You should probably
take it easy.

I don't wanna take it easy.
I feel good.

More people should drop
their problem children
off buildings.

It clarifies
the mind and body.

[grunting]

That was quite the fall
you took.

Yeah, it was hellacious.

How did it look
from your angle?

Scary.

Well, good thing
Conner was there.

I'm sorry.

That should do it.

"Sorry" always makes
things right.

-[panting]
-Ah.

Rest will fix him.

And a team of shrinks.

Maybe some meds.

Uppers, downers,
in-betweens.

Kid'll be right as rain.

Are you sure you're all right?

[Jason] Cut the crap.

Okay, why don't you say
what you really
wanna say, huh?

That all this is
my fucking fault for
going out there alone.

No.

I don't think that.

A master of understatement.

Rest up.

Well done.

You can check that
off the list.

What's with
the Houdini act?

-What?
-Out there with Deathstroke.

You disappear
and leave us in the dark?

"Houdini" is flattering.

Houdini was not suicidal.

There's no egg fried rice.

[Dawn] You go off
by yourself with
nobody to trade?

-No backup?
-Can we not do this now?

Now is working for me.

[sighs] I fucked up.

[both] No shit.

Is there...
Is there something
you're not telling us?

The bastard's clever, too.

No wonder Dawn
made the trade.

I always imagined it was
a lateral move,
but now I see it's an upgrade.

Something to do
with Deathstroke, maybe?

There's nothing.

It was just a tactical error.

Military-speak for when
you're bald-faced lying.

You take note, kids.

I'll take care of it.

Everything else
has gone so well.

-Where are you going?
-I'll be back later.

People were
just shooting at us,
and you're gonna go out?

There's nothing to
worry about, kids.

Just a mild psychic split.

Anybody need anything?
Milk, eggs?

Body bags?

[liquid pouring]

[Kory humming softly]

[monitor beeping steadily]

[speaking in alien language]

[Dawn] Kory.

[Kory] Gosh!

What did you say?

"Let go of my damn arm."

He's from Tamaran?

No. Kryptonian.
It's a dead language.

Which also explains this IV.

I couldn't get it in.
His skin is completely
impenetrable.

[mumbles indistinctly]

He's saying "Eve."

Who the hell is Eve?

I'm thinking of teaching
him to do a new trick.

How about play dead?

-Where is he?
-Subject 13?

It's dead.

Mmm. Almost dead.

I suppose by now,
the kryptonite should
have done its job.

What... You don't have him?

Luthor considers it
another write-off.

On to Subject 14.

You just... left him to die?

If you'd just
brought it back to us
as instructed,

all of this could have
been avoided.

Assemble another team.
Bring him back here.

If I just have another
couple of hours with him
in the lab--

It's over.

Subject 13 has
been terminated.

And so have you.

Mr. Luthor wants you
off the premises
within the hour.

Let's have your party pass.

Have you considered
that this might all be
for the best?

No, Mercy, I haven't.

Think about it.

A thing made from
even a little of
Lex Luthor's DNA?

That's super.

Have you met our boss?

There's no good end
to that story.

The world's better off
without it.

Conner.

What?

He's a person.
He has a name.
His name is Conner.

[man] I swear to God,
bald is sexy.

You will literally do
anything for a promotion,
won't you?

Why so judgy?

Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry.

[blues music playing]

[door opens]

[door closes and locks]

Dick Grayson.

Back from the abyss.

Hi, Benny.

Heard you were in Detroit.

What's it been...
six, seven years?

-Five years.
-I can't remember.

It's been five years.
You remember it perfectly.

I need information.

Oh, I don't do that
anymore, man.

No weapons,
no hook-ups, no cop-talk.

What's that on your waist?

Well, the rest of
the neighborhood hasn't got
the memo, that's all.

I'm looking for a shooter.

Guy by the name
of Slade Wilson.

[exclaims]

The last time I saw Slade
was down at
the Peninsula gun range.

[Bruce] How desperate you are
to cauterize
your little secret, huh?

Hide your little boo-boo.

It's too bad Alfred
isn't here to fix it.

[imitating Alfred]
"Oh, somebody has
a nasty splinter.

I'm sorry,
Master Grayson, but that's
going to have to come out.

Let me get the tweezers."

Sprinkles.
Just how you like 'em.

Slade doesn't do gun ranges.

Don't lie to me, Benny.

Why don't you
stick his head
in the deep fryer?

Smash his head
in the counter?

I mean, in for a penny,
in for a pound

Shut the fuck up.

He speaks.

Talk to me.

Look, Slade retired maybe
six or seven years ago.

Five years ago.

Why does nobody
remember that?

What about his handler,
Wintergreen?

[Benny] I don't know.

[groans in pain]
Come on, man.

-You happy?
-Now you're cooking, baby.

[grunts] Okay, okay!

[panting]

He dates these sisters, twins.

He used to anyway.
One of them OD'd.

But the other one
runs the Scarlet Rose
on Harbor.

-What's her name?
-Mati.

Mati Matisse.

[both] Sounds made up.

Because it is!

I'm keeping this.

Hey, no guns.

Deathstroke's a gun guy.

Thanks, Benny.

[door opens]

[door closes]

What the fuck?

[heavy metal music playing]

[Dick] Jason!

Jason!

[knock on door]

[music continues]

[turns off music]

What the fuck
are you listening to?

-Can I come in?
-No.

Wow.

What?

I know the look.

He did a number on you.

You can leave now.

Really?

You made it out alive
from my dad.
I thought you'd be--

-What?
-Tougher.

You know, your friends act
like you're some kind of fuck-up.

But you're the only one
actually doing anything.

The rest of them
just argue
with each other.

You tried to
stop my father.
They didn't do shit.

Dick did what he could.

Really? 'Cause I heard
he dropped you
from a skyscraper.

-Not his fault.
-Not yours either.

You got any music
with an actual beat?

-Look, I don't want to
be an asshole.
-Then don't.

I know my dad
tried to kill you.

Your friends
tried to kill me.

And that was after
they tried to trade me
for Deathstroke.

So call us even.

God, what is up
with everyone here
anyways?

You people need some kind
of super shrink to deal
with all your problems.

[chuckles] That would mean
talking about them.

Not our strong suit.

You're the only person
worth talking to
in this place.

You're still out
of your mind.

But... I understand it.

Did you...

Did you just say
something nice in that?

I'm pretty sure you said
something nice.

Don't make it weird.

So...

Kicking me out?

I was trying to.

But now, you wanna see
where this is going.

Admit it.

So do I.

So how about
I DJ for a bit?

Up to you.

Just don't scratch my vinyl.

[keypad beeping]

[lock buzzes, unlocks]

Okay, boy. I need you
to help me find him.

[beeps]

[alarm blaring]

Come on, boy.
Let's make this fast.

Fuck! Fuck, fuck!

Okay. I'm gonna need
your help with this.

Do that weird
laser-eye thing
that you do.

Come on, boy.

[exclaims]

Yes!

[barks]

Stay right there, Dr. Watson.

-Don't move!
-Come on, go!

[Eve exclaims]

[music playing]

-[music ends]
-[audience cheers]

[announcer]
Now coming to the stage,

Pastel Supernova
and sweet Rosie May.

You wanna buy me a drink?

Mati? Mati Matisse?

[sultry music playing]

[audience cheering
and whistling]

[Dick] Hi.

You're at the wrong table,
Creamsicle.

-This one's mine.
-I was hoping we could share.

Tempting.

But I'm not in the mood.

[audience cheering]

I think we could be friends.

Friends need a reason.

A common goal.

Or a condition.

Or a common enemy.

I'm sorry about your sister.

You knew Christy?

But I know Wintergreen.

Let's not say that name
tonight.

I heard you were
with him...

-Both of you.
-Makes my skin crawl.

He killed Christy.

Course, she let him.

I need to find him.

[audience cheering raucously]

Come on, Boy Wonder.
This is your show.

The whole night is
about you.

Saving your ass.

Chasing your ghosts.

Let's see what you got.

Amazing, aren't they?

Who?

Look, I need your help.

Why would I do that?

Because once he gives me
what I want,

he'll be gone.

Are you some kind of hero?

Something like that.

My sister would have
liked you.

He's at the Davis Hotel.

Which room?

The top.

[audience clapping, cheering]

[r&b music playing]

Hey! Earth to Major Tom.

Snap out of it.

Batman teach you
how to dance?

I don't dance.

Come on.

Deathstroke messed
with my head, too.

Doesn't mean
you can't dance.

It's just like fighting.

Without the blood.

Ah, fuck.

I'm... I'm sorry.
Don't hit me.

It's a thing that happened.

Don't get stupid about it,
and it might happen again.

What?

The fuck you doing
with my brother's record?

-You have a brother?
-I did.

This is his.
This is his handwriting.

How the fuck
did it get here?

They're Dick's.
I borrowed them.

Okay, maybe he bought
them secondhand.

Bullshit.

You guys playing me?

Well, what am I, bait?

What are you
talking about, Rose?

Don't fucking lie to me.
This is my dead brother's shit.

Did you use him
to get to Deathstroke,

and that's what
you're doing to me--

Rose, calm down, okay.
What are you talking about?

Deathstroke killed
my brother.

Rumor was he fell in
with the wrong crowd,

people who used him
to get to my dad.

Sound familiar?

If this record is here,
then my brother was here.

Dick knew him,
and he never told me.

You know what, fuck him!

Fuck all of you!

Rose!

Rose, wait!

Fuck.

[sighs]

[Bruce]
This doesn't feel right,
and you know it.

What are we
really doing?

Finding Deathstroke.

Then what?

Bury him.

You mean so you can
bury your secret.

You know, we all
played our part.

Yeah. And yours was
a featured role.

[lock beeps]

Hey, get out of here.

Hey, scat.

Where's Slade?

[scoffs]

I'm not sure
which one's crazier,

you or him.

Pretty sure you win, Dick.

Where is he?

You've hit a dead end.

-Next round's
in the stomach.
-I know.

Thing is, I'm a middleman.

A buffer.

Safety zone between
guys like you and Slade.

So kill me if you want...

But I didn't get this job
because I'm personable.

I got this job
because I hold the line.

How long has it been
since that went down
with you and Slade?

Oh, please God.

-Five years?
-Thank you.

[Wintergreen] You crossed
the line, man.

Used the man's family.

-Even I wouldn't do that.
-Dick.

Where the fuck is he?

These guys are
playing you.

You should
get back to the Tower,
back to where you're needed.

Stop.

Stop fucking talking.

Are you all right?

[groans]

You kill him,
then Slade, then who?

Who else you gotta kill
to keep this secret?

[Dick sighs]

And I'm the one
with the anger issues?

What now, genius?

Come on.

-What say we--
-[cell phone vibrating]

Hello?

[Deathstroke]
123 Lakeland.

What?

You'll remember it
when you see it.

[line disconnects]

Deathstroke again, huh?

Let me guess.

We have a date.

I need chives.

Chives coming right up.

Did you take this
from my dresser?

No.

Somebody did.

Somebody's fucking with us.

-Bad timing?
-Look at this.

This is our friend
who Doctor Light killed.

Someone took it from my dresser

and put it there
for me to find.

There was a bottle
of orange soda like the one
Garth gave me

waiting on my bed
this morning.

A bottle of bourbon for me.

Why didn't you tell me?

So who's the asshole
playing pranks?

[Dick] Jason!

[monitor beeping steadily]

[Kory] I don't know
if you can hear me...

but you're one of
the strongest people
I've ever seen.

And I know, because I'm
pretty strong, too.

Thing is, there's not much
more I can do for you.

You're making me
feel helpless.

And I hate feeling helpless.

So do me a favor, okay?

Don't die.

Because that will
really piss me off.

[Gar] What did you say
your name was?

My name is Eve Watson.
Please let me in.

Look, I know this
doesn't make any sense,

but I was led here
by a dog.

Is there someone
named Conner there?

Let her up.

[beeps]

I'm so sorry.

Save the apologies.
Can you help him?

Maybe if I'd gotten here
sooner, but...

The kryptonite poisoning
has gone too far.

Seriously?
Is that the best
you've got?

I am a scientist.
I'm not God.

You just told me
you created him.

You're the closest thing
to God he has.

Half of his DNA
is from a guy
that lifts skyscrapers,

and flies faster than
the speed of light.

At least fucking try.

It's not about speed
or strength, okay?

In order to save him,
we would need
a level of radiation

that can't be found
on this Earth.

We would need to
fly him to the sun,

and we don't have
time for that.

By now, in order to heal him,
we would need to bring
the sun here.

Well, why didn't
you say so?

All right, Eve.
Stay back.

This may get
a little crazy.

You ready?

Uh... I hope so.

-Rachel?
-Yeah.

Obviously,
I am fully confident.

[Kory] Just contain me.

Let's do it.

Okay.

[breathes deeply]

[wind rushing]

[softly] Holy shit.

[exhales]

[Conner gasping]

Well, hello there.

[chuckles]

Hi.

[gasps]

[chuckles]

[monitor beeping steadily]

It's gonna take a little while
for the radiation to
fully saturate your cells,

but you're gonna be okay.

I'm sorry.

What for?

You told me...

not to be a hero.

You have nothing
to be sorry for.

Okay?

I mean,
that advice I gave you?
That was terrible.

The world is a much
better place

with you in it.

Wha... What's gonna
happen to you...

[Conner hesitates]

Say it.

Mom.

I'm gonna be okay.

I'm going to get
as far away from
LexCorp as possible,

but I'm gonna be fine.

You're gonna need
a few days of sleep
to recover.

You rest.

My sweet boy.

-[barks]
-Hey boy.

[laughs]

You really wanna
be back here?

Where is he?

He's feeding on your guilt.

Like a spider.

He's lured you away
from where you need to be...

who you need to protect.

He killed my friend.

Nearly killed Jason.
He has to be stopped.

Very heroic of you.
Except...

you don't give a shit.

[scoffs]

-You don't know.
-But I do.

I know everything.

That's why you brought me.

Just like I know why
you keep sneaking off
on these solo runs.

Just like you did
five years ago.

You have blood
on your hands.

Not just me.

But you have more, son.

Blood only you
and Slade know about.

You're afraid of the dark.

Always have been.

Even as a little boy.

The great chasm of silence.

The coldness of isolation.

You're afraid if
the others know your secret,
they'll leave you...

and you'll be alone, again.

And they may.

They don't need to know.

What difference
does it make?

It's done. It's in the past.

It's behind me.

But it's not.

-It's got to come out.
-God damn it!

[breathing heavily]

Can you leave me alone?

You know how to
get rid of me.

You've known the whole time.

I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

Of course you do, son.

You always have.

You just have to
tell the truth.

It's too hard.

[Bruce] He left those for you.

Go home, Dick.

It seems like
one way or another,

the monster's been
in the Tower all along.

[screams]

[Dick] Jason!

No!

[Rachel]
How fucked up are you?

All you do is give people
reasons to hate you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

The crosses on my mirror.

I still don't know what
the fuck you're talking--

Don't fucking lie to me!

I'm sick of this shit.

Fuck!

Don't fucking walk
away from me.

Whoa. Hey,
what's happening here?

Jason drew crucifixes
all over my mirror.

Bullshit.

Jason, it's okay
if you're angry.

I didn't do shit, okay?

Don't blame me
for her voodoo issues.

[Donna] What's all
the drama about?

Somebody drew crosses
on Rachel's mirror and
she thinks Jason did it.

[Rachel] I know he did it.

[Hank] Cute idea
with the bourbon bottle.

Not my type though.
I'm more of a sour mash guy.

You ever go in my room
and pull that shit again,

I'll forget
what team you're on.

Why, Jason?

I don't know what happened,
guys, but I didn't do it.

What about
the picture of Ellis?

The orange soda bottle?

[Rachel] He did it
to you guys, too?

-Fuck this.
-Hey, we're not done here, kid.

You people are insane!

I'd rather be with Deathstroke
than you assholes.

You think everything's
my fault.

[elevator dings]

He's here.

[Hank] What?

Deathstroke, here,
in the Tower.

He took pictures
of all of us.

Can't a guy sleep in?

[Hank] Dick, talk to me.

What's with the gun?

Psst. Yoo-hoo.

There's somebody missing.

Jason.

[door opens]

[Dick] Jason?

I keep falling.

You're okay.

No.

It won't stop.

-Listen--
-Bruce wasn't the first one,
you know...

tried to help me.

I can make a list.

Relatives, teachers, cops.

You.

Nobody's been up
to the task, Dick.

I got a poison in me.

Shit spreads, it can infect
even the healthiest people.

Why don't you
just step away?

No.

[Dick] Step away
from the ledge, Jason.

We can just
sit up here quietly.

Together.

[Jason]
I fucked it all up...

coming here.

You know, it's happened before.

I once spent
two nights in juvie,

and four fucking
people died.

[sighs]

It follows me
like a curse.

[sighs]

Nothing's following you.

[Jason] I'm the reason
they all hate each other.

The reason that kid got shot,
the reason this place won't work.

[exhales]

But I can fix it.

Remove the poison.

[Dick] Jason, wait.

Can I tell you something?

Something I've never
told anyone.

It's not you.

You're not the poison.

It's me.

It's my fault.

It's this secret
that's making us all sick.

My secret.

I caused all of this.

I did something...

five years ago...

Something unforgivable.

I killed Deathstroke's son.