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What took you so long?

Jason?

I got a new name now, though.

Red Hood.

Oh, no.

There was a dead body.

Jason's body. Bruce saw it with his own eyes.

Maybe he was confused.

Bruce doesn't do confused.

-I don't want to say it, but-- -It was Jason.

I saw him.

How did he do it?

Somebody do some kind of voodoo act and raise him from the dead?

Bruce knows people.

Bruce doesn't know anything about this.

He never would have killed the Joker if Jason was alive.

Then Ra's al Ghul?

Unlikely. He's in Kadeem.

If someone's bringing people back to life, maybe they could bring Donna back.

Well, it's a little early for Easter, but someone resurrected the little assbite.

Or he faked his death well enough to fool even Bruce.

Either way, he sure as shit didn't do it on his own.

Whatever's happened, he's changed.

The kid always had issues, but he was not a full on psychopath.

He could be using.

When I got to Gotham, I found a place where he was cooking.

Tested a few samples in the bat computer.

No hits.

For fuck's sake. Enough with the paralysis by analysis.

Everyone's just trying to figure out what the hell happened, Hank.

He's right. We figure out the how and why later.

Jason's out there and we need to stop him.

You guys do what you want, but if it ends up him versus me,

kid's going down.

So, now we're killing Jason?

He wrote his own ticket.

He starts taking people out,

game's over.

Look, we find him first. Start in the place he was cooking.

What are you doing?

Fueling up.

Could be a long day.

You need to give everybody a minute to get their heads around this.

We all thought Jason was dead, and now we're talking about him

like he's some Gotham supervillain.

I think you mean supervillain wanna be.

You keep forgetting, this is Jason we're talking about.

It makes it complicated for everybody.

We need to forget he's Jason.

Put blinders on.

Otherwise, people get soft and someone gets hurt.

No one's getting soft.

Dick's just trying to do what Bruce wants.

Why?

Because Jason's his brother?

-Yes. -Well, he's not mine.

Give me ten seconds alone with that kid,

I'll make him wish he stayed dead.

Just dial it down a notch, okay?

Everybody here knows what they need to do.

What about you?

What about me?

Are you up to it?

You know the answer to that.

Yeah.

I know, I fucked up.

Please, you gotta help me out.

Jason?

Hey, you there?

I shouldn't have called you.

-Is anybody else with you? -No.

It's just me.

Talk to me, pal.

Hank...

You've got to believe me, man. Okay?

All of this shit I've done,

it's not my fault.

I don't know what's happening to me.

Something's wrong with me.

Where are you?

I can't tell you.

Dick will kill me. I just... I wanted to talk to somebody.

And you're the only one who ever tries to listen to me.

Fuck, this was a mistake. I gotta go.

No, no, no. Jason! Jason, wait.

I can help you.

Just tell me where you are.

And you'll tell Dick.

No, I won't.

It's just you and me.

Good morning, Mr. Logan.

How can I help you?

Send message to Bruce Wayne.

No contact found.

-Bullshit. -Language, Mr. Logan.

Would you prefer French?

-Record audio message. -Ready to record.

Hey, Bruce, this is Gar.

I know you've got to be checking in from somewhere,

because Batman wouldn't abandon the only family he has.

You've got to come back to Gotham, man.

They're saying Jason's alive.

He needs your help.

We need your help.

You really think he is going to hear that?

Between sipping martinis, I figure he's got time.

Just under 48 hours ago, we were kicking ass in San Francisco.

Now the whole world has turned upside down.

I don't understand it, either.

But if Jason's alive, killing innocent people...

we have to stop him.

That's what Titans do.

Yeah, but, normally when we do it, we're not hunting down one of our own.

Hey, are we going anywhere, or you are just seeing the sights?

I'll let you know, just keep driving.

Come on, you little shit. Don't bail on me now.

Hey, man.

-Hey. -I thought I lost you.

Are you okay?

Uh, no, not really.

Are you alone?

Just me and, uh...

Ezekiel.

-Who is that? -Cabdriver, relax.

So, where are we going?

Go to the old Gotham Observatory.

Gotham Observatory.

Tourist.

Okay, I'm here.

Your cell could be tracked. You gotta destroy it.

I'm not calling anyone.

I'm sorry, man.

It's not you I don't trust. Dick's a fucking psycho.

He could be following you right now.

Destroy it, and then what?

There better be a chalupa at the end of this.

Gotham City Gym.

Are you sure? Board of Health closed it down last month.

Just go!

Jason?

Awesome.

I'm here.

Where are you?

Take off your shirt and pants to prove you're not wired.

Come on. Really?

Okay.

Okay.

What next?

Full Monty?

You said it.

Remember, I work for tips.

Happy now?

See? No wires.

Start talking about a glove,

it's gonna cost extra.

You gotta swim to the other end.

In this shit?

You think I got a tracker on under my junk?

If you can't do it, neither can I.

You're welcome.

All right. No more games.

I'm here.

Good to see you, Hank.

Where the hell did he go?

Couple minutes later, he leaves, gets in a cab.

Now his phone is off the grid.

Can you pull the plate?

I'll try.

We talked in the kitchen. Everything was fine.

I told him to dial it down a notch.

-Present and accounted for. -What?

Hank!

What happened?

Just get it out of me.

Oh, my God.

Is that a bomb?

It's a gift.

From our pal Jason.

Oh, good. You found him.

Or not?

Went to talk to Jason by yourself?

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Just give me a shot of whiskey and get the damn thing out.

I'm all for not touching that thing

until we figure out how it works.

Conner, take a look inside and tell us what we're dealing with.

Yeah.

Whoa.

This is pretty bitching.

Conner!

It has anti-retraction barbs that hold the device in place.

Looks like it's embedded in the pectoralis major,

right through to the aortic arch.

No part of that sounded good.

The engineering is incredibly nuanced.

Bomb's designed to tolerate insertion, not retraction.

These barbs in Hank's chest, they have sensors.

If those sensors detect too much force, it'll explode.

What if we remove it surgically?

Same outcome. Once activated, it's designed to kill.

That fucking little shit.

This whole thing's engineered to read EKG signals.

The countdown isn't seconds. It's the number of heartbeats he has left.

What do you mean "countdown"?

When it gets down to zero.

Jason can't actually want him to die, right?

I have a feeling we're about to find out.

I'm listening.

About time.

How's my buddy, Hank?

Whatever you want, killing Hank is no way to get it.

Still trying to tell me what to do?

Enough with the games.

Tell me how we end this.

$50 million in gold bars

is being delivered at one o'clock to Gotham Central.

If you want Hank old boy to stay in one piece,

bring 'em to me.

This isn't about the money for you.

I could wire that right now and it would all be over.

And rob Gotham of a good show, Circus Boy?

Bring me the gold and I'll deactivate the device.

Never gonna happen.

Do it your way, Dick.

That always turns out well.

Gold bars?

Did he have a white cat on his lap, too?

What did you tell him?

Fucking N-O, I hope?

No way we negotiate with terrorists.

So we're just gonna call his bluff?

Jason's crazy.

Where I come from, you come after family,

we show no mercy.

How much time do we have left?

The average resting heart rate is 80 beats per minute.

-Well, mine's a little closer to 72. -4300 beats per hour, that's...

Less than four hours.

All right, get him on a beta blocker drip.

It'll slow down his heart rate and buy us some more time.

Hey.

You're not seriously letting Hank call the shots?

That's not the plan. We find Jason.

-How? -The building where he was cooking was torched last night.

So, he is covering his tracks.

I'll send Kory to GCPD, see what leads Barbara's got.

And if she doesn't roll out the red carpet after last night, what's plan B?

We focus on reeling Jason back in.

We play our game, not his.

Our game is to save Hank, not Jason.

It's not one or the other.

Let's just keep our priorities straight.

A police standoff is underway in the Gotham suburbs.

The suspect involved in a violent road rage--

South East Gotham is currently under evacuation orders.

The victim, a student at Gotham State College--

The driver suffered fatal burns.

Residents not in the area are asked to stay away.

I took my eye off the ball.

I knew he was screwing with me.

It wasn't your fault.

I should have had him!

Hank, stop. You're making your heart beat faster.

What's this?

It's a carotid massage.

Someone's gotta keep your heart rate down.

You just want an excuse to get into bed with me.

Stop planning your next orgy and relax.

Who says an orgy is not relaxing?

Don't encourage him.

That's my boy.

Grace.

And they say there's no such thing as a merciful God.

Eighth of Lemon Lyric.

High grade sativa crossed with Blue Dream F1.

It's good shit, or so I'm told.

I don't think your guy's working alone, someone's got his ear.

I need a profile.

What makes you so sure he's not capable of doing it all on his own?

He's a follower, drawn to brighter lights.

Maybe he's looking for a father figure.

-Sure. -To fill the void.

You know, a daddy that flew the coop?

Or to replace a daddy he's rebelling against.

Ooh! Oh, I like that. That's very good.

It's the old, uh, mentor/patricide combo.

Got some criminal father figure

or someone who likes a grand gesture?

Huh.

Yeah.

I'd say, uh... I'd say the Joker, you know,

but, uh, the bat snuffed that out.

I don't know, I'm gonna have to rack my brain on this one.

The search for daddy,

it's going to affect everything.

-How he fights, why he fights. -Meaning?

Meaning that he's in a battle with his father.

So he's going to use the weapons of his father.

The abused becomes the abuser.

Hey, Grayson, where are you going?

You just got here, buddy old pal.

NSA database, Interpol,

I've searched everywhere for bomb specs matching Hank's device,

no hits.

'Cause you're not searching under Wayne Enterprises.

Bruce is making weapons to kill people?

Good question.

Database access granted.

Sick!

Search explosives, EKG, anything surgical.

On it.

I synced it with Hank's device to keep track of how much time we have left.

I got a hit.

Surgical EKG detonation implant, Wayne Tech.

It's patented and everything.

-Specs are there? Reading them now.

Wait, to save Hank we have to go up against Batman technology?

It's designed to outperform

the military's most sophisticated electromagnetic explosives.

Any duplicates on the market,

customer with a deactivator we can modify?

Hank's was the first prototype.

I need you to build a deactivator using these blueprints.

You read through those schematics faster than any human ever could,

you can do this.

Wait, reading... reading is just assimilating other people's work.

You want me to build something this complex

-in less than three hours? -Yeah.

-You got this.

I wanted the Titans out of Gotham,

but instead I get one rising from the dead.

My lucky day.

Jason's not a Titan anymore.

And there's no way he pulled this off on his own.

So we're looking for the live person

who helped resurrect the dead person?

I need to see the morgue security footage

to see if his body was left unattended.

After what you guys pulled last night,

I'm not exactly in a giving mood.

Hank's attached to a bomb,

I'm not asking.

What are you calculating?

Beta blockers.

I think we can bump you up to ten milligrams.

So how much time does that buy me?

Twenty minutes?

Maybe more if I watch golf.

How about something to eat?

If this is my last meal, you are not cooking it.

Not even my amazing frittata?

You gotta speak your truth.

Yo, Krypto,

-go heat vision me up some hot dogs.

See if you can sniff out some Bourbon while you're at it.

If Alfred greets me at the pearly gates,

I'm gonna tell him he's got some competition.

You're not meeting Alfred.

-Why, you think he's in Hell? -Stop.

-You think I'm going to Hell? -You're not going anywhere.

I don't know...

If I was a betting man, I'd say...

Hank, stop. Please.

You're going to make it.

You're not leaving me in this shithole world without you.

Okay?

Was that a pity kiss 'cause I'm dying?

You're choosing eternity with Alfred over me?

You wouldn't dare.

Come here.

I'm such an idiot.

Mm-hmm.

I screwed everything up.

Yeah, and you're gonna keep screwing it up.

What if I can't?

-I want you to know... -No.

Look, Dawn...

The original deactivator functions remotely,

and the lock's coded

-with a precise electrical charge...

...that I have to match.

How many more tries do you think it will take?

There are over 1.5 million permutations.

The failure rate's gotta be zero, or Hank dies.

Thanks for the reminder.

Will you pull up the morgue, Tuesday morning...

07:00?

-Love me a little morgue in the morning.

Bet you wish you'd stayed in San Francisco.

What'd I give for an oatmeal cortado.

Gotham's got a whole mess of Cortados.

Crime family that deals synthetic opioids.

That guy, back it up.

Baseball hat.

But he's supposed to be wheeling the body out back.

That's the door to the coroner's locker room.

Check the locker room back exit, side alley.

The camera was out.

Our friend covered his tracks.

Right back inside, find the next time we spot him.

Maybe when we get to the other side of this,

you can convince Dick to move back to San Francisco,

before this city eats him alive.

Him and me, both.

Baseball fanboy is coming out of the back door.

Four minutes later.

Plenty of time to take Jason's body out of there.

How's the patient? -Hungry, as always.

You should talk to him.

I don't know what to say.

I go in that room, it's for one reason only,

to say goodbye.

I can't do it. I'm not giving up.

Are you watching the clock?

The gold bar delivery is in 45 minutes.

-We're not heisting an armored truck. -Why?

Because Batman wouldn't?

Because that's exactly what Jason wants.

It's a game to make us look like criminals,

to turn Gotham against us.

And you're willing to let a friend die

to keep that from happening?

Hey, what's up?

Video footage of one of Jason's henchmen...

helped him disappear from the morgue.

His name is Cyrus Peak, lives at 622 Logan Street.

-All right, I'm on it.

I gotta go, Kory's got a lead on Jason.

How good a lead?

Look, we're moving on all fronts.

Conner's running at full speed,

I'm closing in on Jason, we're gonna get this.

Tell Hank...

Tell Hank I'll call him.

Security breach, we need backup.

Now what?

I'm sure Hank will be proud.

Just tell me where to meet. -Come alone.

But the party's over.

And with that...

someone's got a flight to catch.

Ah.

It's about our new place.

Do you wanna sleep over?

On the couch, that's all.

Oh, is that all?

Oh, it's beautiful!

They pair for life.

Angry old man. The boys have got the Catamaran idling.

They're just waiting on their captain.

Thank you, Garfield.

Let the boys know we'll take her out tonight.

You think this place has a big enough chandelier?

When bats have sex,

they gotta have something to hang from.

Uh, Gotham is Bruce's mess,

why do we even come here?

Oh, I just came back because I got the hots for Dawn.

Love's a bitch.

Never learned my lesson.

How are you holding up?

Me?

This is less than great.

You hung up the suit.

You were out.

Yeah.

Maybe it's a sign.

That you should have never left DC?

That I never should have left my family.

That's not what you do.

No matter what.

So what, this is...

This is karma?

I don't know...

but I'm not ready to go.

It's not my time yet.

I got too much left to do.

And so do you.

So get the hell out of here.

I'm counting on you bozos to get me out of this mess.

An evening sail...

I'm gonna hold you to that.

See how the main sail sets.

Aye, aye, Captain.

-Oh, shit.

-Yeah? Oh, Cyrus!

Always dropping in at a bad time.

Show me your face, we end this now.

-Gar, where we at? Conner's getting close.

How close?

Under six percent failure rate now.

All right, call me as soon as he gets it.

Call Hank.

If this is about the pay per view,

it was all Dawn's idea.

I deny everything.

How are you feeling, buddy?

You know, pal...

I gotta say...

I'm pretty God damn scared.

It's a hell of a situation we're in.

Yeah, it is.

We've been through worse though, right?

South city, the Chilean dude with the elephant guns?

You pretended you were a bird man

sent from another galaxy to make peace.

Hey, he handed over that big ass gun, didn't he?

He did.

Ah, man.

I'm...

not going to ask how you're feeling.

Look, Hank, I'm... -No.

You're doing your best by me.

Always have.

I'm on my way to see Jason.

I'm gonna take care of this.

Yeah, about that,

you gotta promise not to wreck this all for me.

Jason needs to be stopped.

Yeah...

maybe what happened to him is on us.

But you cannot let him tear this family apart.

We worked too god damn hard to build it.

I don't know if I'll be eating pizza tomorrow but,

I'll be damned if I'm the reason the Titans go down.

The Titans aren't going down.

And I'll buy tomorrow.

Now you know the order.

Extra-large Hawaiian, add jalapeno.

You're killing me.

You know me...

hot going in, hot going out.

-Listen, Hank, I just wanted to say--

Hank?

All right,

I did what you asked.

Now, it's your turn.

Jason?

Jason?

It's not Jason anymore.

Where's the deactivator?

In front of you.

You're wasting precious time.

What the hell is this?

I've got the deactivator as promised.

It engages as soon as my thumb releases the trigger.

You wanna save Hank?

All you have to do is kill me.

What happened to you?

Same thing that happens to everybody.

I grew up.

You can, too.

You just have to face your fear.

Batman did it, it's easier than you think.

Just pull the trigger and you'll be free!

You're an asshole, Jason.

Yeah, well, we all get there eventually.

-Oh, Hank's gonna blow soon.

So, who's it gonna be, babe?

Me?

Or him?

You did this.

Not me.

Dawn, don't.

Who invited that guy?

What did you do?

Dawn, stop!

This is what he wants.

Let him have it.

You don't wanna do this.

Don't tell me what I fucking want.

You can't come back from this. We can save Hank another way.

He's lying, Dawn.

Gar, talk to me.

He's almost got it.

Dawn, we're almost there.

I can't wait anymore.

Hank, hold on!

I don't know, buddy.

Hank?

Kory, you gotta get out of here.

Take Krypto with you.

This won't fix anything.

Tell Dawn I love her.

♪ Hoist up The John B's sail ♪

♪ See how the main sail sets♪

If you do this, he wins.

He won't save Hank, he's lying.

Hey Batboy, she's a grown ass woman.

Let her make her own decision.

Fuck.

♪ I want to go home ♪

♪ Why don't they Let me go home ♪

Go!

Conner's got in.

Dawn!

Oops.

My bad.

Looks like I gave you the detonator.

No!

What happened?

No, no, no.

No.