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Titans...

What am I?

You are the genetic material

of two different people
blended together.

- Lex Luthor.
- And who else?

Superman.

If they get me,
what will they do to me?

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?

It's a good question.

His name is Deathstroke.
Old Titans business.

That's Rose's father?

He killed my brother.

- I'm Dick.
- Said big brother

fell in with the wrong crowd.

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

But there's
ghosts in this place.

Do they even know
what happened last time?

Garth!

Reopening
this tower was a mistake.

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

You want revenge for what
happened, you can have me.

Say goodbye
to your friend.

No!

I don't know
how to thank you.

This guy just
saved my life.

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?

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.

But 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.

Psst. Hey.

You know what this
is really about?

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.

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.

Genius.

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

The boy has
special abilities.

Yeah, I think
he's safest here.

Okay.

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.

Dick?

- I'll call Bruce.
- Good.

You check on Jason?

On my way.

- You all right?
- All good.

Of course
he's all right.

Fifteen stories 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.

That was quite the fall
you took.

Yeah, it was hellacious.

How'd it look
from your angle?

Scary.

Well, good thing
Conner was there.

I'm sorry.

That should do it.

"Sorry" always makes
things right.

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?

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.

You go off by
yourself with nobody to trade?

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

Now is working for me.

I fucked up.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.
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 gotten
the memo, that's all.

I'm looking for a shooter.

Guy by the name
of Slade Wilson.

The last time I saw Slade

was down at
the Peninsula gun range.

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.

"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?

I don't know.

Come on, man.

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

Okay, okay!

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.

Sounds made up.

Because it is!

I'm keeping this.

Hey, no guns.

Deathstroke's a gun guy.

Thanks, Benny.

What the fuck?

Jason!

Jason!

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.

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.

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

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.

Yes!

Stay right there, Dr. Watson.

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

Now coming to the stage,

Pastel Supernova
and sweet Rosie May.

You wanna buy me a drink?

Mati? Mati Matisse?

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.

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.

Or she let him.

I need to find him.

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.

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, too?

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.

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. But yours was
a featured role.

Hey, get out of here.

Hey, scat.

Where's Slade?

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.

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?

You kill him,
then Slade, then who?

Who else you gotta kill
to keep this secret?

And I'm the one
with the anger issues?

What now, genius?

Come on.

What say we...

Hello?

123 Lakeland.

What?

You'll remember it
when you see it.

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?

Jason!

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.

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.

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.

Just contain me.

Let's do it.

Holy shit.

Well, hello there.

Hi.

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...

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.

Hey, boy.

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.

- 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.
- Goddamn it!

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.

He left those for you.

Go home, Dick.

It seems like
one way or another,

the monster's been
in the Tower all along.

Jason!

No!

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.

What's all
the drama about?

Somebody drew crosses
on Rachel's mirror

and she thinks
Jason did it.

I know he did it.

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?

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.

He's here.

What?

Deathstroke, here,
in the Tower.

He took pictures
of all of us.

Can't a guy sleep in?

Dick, talk to me.

What's with the gun?

Psst. Yoo-hoo.

There's somebody missing.

Jason.

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.

Step away
from the ledge, Jason.

We can just
sit up here quietly.

Together.

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.

It follows me
like a curse.

Nothing's following you.

I'm the reason
they all hate each other.

The reason that kid got shot,

the reason this place
won't work.

But I can fix it.

Remove the poison.

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.