Above the skyline of Jump City, a black plane slowly descended into the city. It was relatively quiet, and few people ever looked up, so it went mostly unnoticed. Inside, two masked figures operated the controls, heading towards Titans Tower. The co-pilot, dressed in his red costume, finally spoke up. [b]"Have I mentioned how much I hate this idea already?"[/b] the boy in red asked. "Yes. You did," said the pilot, who was clearly recognizable as the Batman. [b]"This is ridiculous. Why do I have to be on some stupid team with a bunch of annoying children, and [i]Dick[/i] of all people?"[/b] said the figure in red. Batman didn't turn. He simply addressed his son, "Damian, it isn't because you'll like it. The league of assassins covered most of your training, and I've added to it as much as I can. What you need now is experience on a team. Dick has been doing it for years. He'll be a great teacher." Damian remained unconvinced. [b]"Please. Like you enjoy working with that Justice League of yours. Why should I even bother? I'm perfectly fine on my own."[/b] Batman merely responded "You're right. I don't like working with them. But I do it because I have to. In this business, you do a lot of that. Now go. We're here." Damian sighed, and readied himself to open his cockpit. Before he did, he said, with a hint of gratitude, [b]" Hey Dad? Tell Alfred to watch Titus for me."[/b] Batman smiled and turned to Damian, saying "Good luck, son."

With a grin, Damian dropped out of his cockpit, and spread his cape to glide across Jump City. Batman had given him a briefing on what to do when he arrived, and Damian kept to it, mostly because it involved his equipment. As he took in the sights of this new city, he alighted on a rooftop and scanned the horizon. Then, Damian caught sight of Titans Tower, and his jaw dropped. What had he gotten himself into now? [b]"Are you SERIOUS!!??"[/b] he cried aloud. [b]"What does the T stand for? Massive TARGET!? Do these people not understand secrecy?"[/b] He face palmed. Going back to the league to be killed was looking like a good option. Well, no going back now. Damian brought up a map of the city on his visor, and took off for the first marked point on his map, where his bike was stored.