Titans

-Holy shit. -

Holy shit. Holy shit, I fucking got you!

Oh, my God! It's the Joker!

I got three officers down!

Hang on, Alvarez!

I need a medevac right now, God damn it!

This is Gotham 1-3. We have a chopper in the area.

-Do you have eyes on the Joker? - No.

Thank Christ. He's gone.

Hey! Watch your back!

Where's Batman?

-Hello. -I got him, Bruce.

I got the Joker dead to rights, man.

What?

Some cops stumbled onto him

answering a bullshit break-in call.

The clown torched the pigs and left, right?

But I tracked him with the audio from city surveillance

and I triangulated his location.

He's at the old amusement park near the pier.

He's right fucking there, Bruce!

I won't be back until morning.

Stand down, Jason.

-Bruce, I-- -Stand down.

Bruce, listen to me.

I got this.

I can do this.

This is the Joker, Bruce.

All the more reason you're not going alone.

I'm not afraid of him.

I'm not afraid of anything anymore.

It's not about whether you're afraid or not.

When are we gonna get another chance to nail him like this?

No.

Okay, I got it.

Loud and clear, boss.

I'll see you in the morning.

- -

Fuck the Joker.

- -

- -

Yes. Oh, yes.

This is it.

- -

Damn it!

Get him now!

- -

Take 'em out!

Oh, shit. What the hell is that?

Fire! Fire!

Ah.

I know.

I'm hot.

You, stop him!

Hey there, big guy.

Yeah? Wait till you get a load of this.

Krypto, speak.

No!

-Good dog, Krypto. -

What were they after?

Oh, its street name's "the Clench."

It's a bioengineered strain of Ebola

that struck Gotham a few years back, but it was contained.

Gizmo was looking to sell it to the highest bidder.

What was Dayton Labs doing with it in the first place?

Research... I hope.

We really appreciate what you and the Titans have done for the city.

-Thanks. -Hmm.

Uh, excuse me, Superboy. Uh...

can I get your autograph? My son will go nuts.

Oh. Sure.

You want mine, too, right?

Oh, um, I'm good.

It's hard to top a Super.

You heard the man. "It's hard to top a Super."

Unbelievable.

We're live at the scene where the Titans have once again

provided a major assist for our very own SFPD.

The mayor has called you and the Titans

San Francisco's guardian angels.

How do you respond to that?

Well, the Titans are happy to do everything we can to protect the city.

But the real angels are the men and women without powers.

They show us that if we all do our part together,

we can really create change.

Where's Nightwing?

Oh, um... he's around.

- -

So sorry. I have to take this.

-Thank you so much. Good seeing you. -Yeah.

Hello?

You're a Titan.

Explains so much.

And this is?

Justin Colt. Las Vegas.

Disco lights and champagne.

I'm a therapist.

Oh, Justin. Hi.

How are you?

Uh, stunned, to say the least.

I, uh... I definitely knew you were special,

but I didn't expect to see you on TV.

I guess I could have been a little more forthcoming.

No, no, it's awesome.

How are you?

Good. Yeah. Things got a little, um...

rough after our last meeting,

but I'm doing much better. You?

Still practicing.

Turns out a lot of people need therapy.

Ugh, tell me about it.

I noticed you never called me.

Yeah, I, um...

I wasn't in a good place.

I mean, I get it. You had a lot on your plate.

Well, maybe now we can catch up.

No champagne, no disco lights.

Just a real talk.

I'd like that.

'Course, maybe a little champagne.

Old time's sake.

I'll call you.

I promise.

Nice work back there.

The reporters loved you.

Yeah, especially when you love them back.

Batman and I never waited around for the press back in Gotham.

Maybe that's why the press was so bad.

Maybe.

Hello.

What?

"Why a... why a bat?"

Because bat's hear everything.

Hi, Mom.

Mom, I'll call you back.

It's way past curfew, kid.

What are you doing out here?

Twenty-four-hour delivery.

Here.

Try some dumplings. On us.

What's that?

I'm a fan.

Batman's a sociopath

in a rubber S&M outfit.

Pick better heroes, kid.

It's not rubber.

What'd you say?

Yes, Officer.

- All units. I repeat... -That's what I thought.

...all units. Report to Farrelly Amusement Park immediately.

This is a direct order from Commissioner Gordon.

- Let's go. - Go home, kid.

It's not safe on the streets.

It is with Batman and Robin.

We've been holding dinner. Where have you been?

Delivering, like, a million orders.

It's not my fault people love your food.

Mmm.

-Any trouble? -No, Dad. All good.

Really? 'Cause I could swear I saw you talking to two of Gotham's finest.

It was a curfew thing.

But then they saw I was working, so they backed off.

I gave them some dumplings.

They'll probably be back with their families this Sunday.

You're welcome.

-Anyone I know? -Nah, Dad. These were new guys.

-Why you gotta be like that? -Why not?

No, man, I don't want any of that.

Relax. All right?

You said you wanted some new kicks.

Buy yourself some new kicks.

You can't be walkin' around school with that off-brand shit.

-What do you care? -About school? Nothing.

About you?

Can't have people thinking my cousin's not put together, all right?

You're welcome.