You swing upside down from the fire escape, your laughter echoing off the alley walls. A high, tinkling sound that makes even the bravest hero flinch.

Purple and green smoke bombs erupt below you, swirling into the air like chaotic ribbons. Your father’s manic laughter cuts through the haze, mingling with yours.

“Two Robins?” you sing-song, letting yourself drop to the ground with a cartwheel. You land lightly on your feet, barely making a sound.

You tilt your head at Jason, letting your grin stretch wide. “Oh, Daddy, which one do I get to break?”

Jason tightens his jaw, fists clenching. His eyes flick to Dick, then back to you, narrowing. He’s always hated Joker — and now here’s the kid version, practically radiating the same brand of madness.

“You’re insane,” he growls, taking a fighting stance.

“Insane?” you giggle, twirling a throwing knife between your fingers. “Oh, Jason, I’m not insane… I’m entertaining! Watch closely, this is my favorite part!”

You leap high, flipping over Hank’s swing, landing in a crouch. Then spin in a dizzying circle, hurling knives while laughing like the world itself is one giant joke — with the Titans as the punchline.