In the biting cold wind of dawn, Robin stood at the window and watched Batman's plane take off. He knew its next stop was Washington. Behind him, Barbara wheeled herself over and said,
"Don't worry too much. He's never let mundane matters like this trouble him. We have our own work to do."
"It's not that simple, Barbara." Robin turned to look at Barbara in her wheelchair. "Don't you think all of this is strange? We still don't know who knocked out the entire city."
"Maybe we should ask Scarecrow in his cell." Barbara sighed. "Who else but him would be this insane?"
Robin's lips moved, but then he remembered that all his theories were unsupported speculation. He walked over to the sofa, sat down, and said, "Believe it or not, I have a bad feeling. Batman's trip to Washington won't go smoothly. Too many unexpected things have happened."
Barbara naturally understood what Robin meant. She could not say she had no suspicions of her own, but she still comforted him reasonably. "Don't overthink it. The most urgent thing now is restoring order in Gotham. Dick said he'd stay behind, right?"
"He's always willing to help, but he needs to go back to Bludhaven first and make sure everything's all right there. Are you going to the police department?"
"I'll stay on standby at the clock tower, same as always. I'll use the Sky Eye System to tell you where trouble needs handling. Remember to keep in touch."
After Barbara left, Robin remained where he was, sitting there with a heavy heart for a while. Not long after, he noticed that Peter had actually left with Barbara.
Robin hurried to the Batcave's surveillance room. After discovering Dick was not there, he began tracking Peter's movements like a thief.
He saw