He found the strength to raise his head, and slowly dragged himself to his feet. As he walked carefully around the crash scene, he did not see Two-Face's body anywhere. But he knew enough about the tricky ways of supervillains not to assume that his foe was dead.

Robin looked at the sky. It was getting dark, and he knew that he did not have the strength to walk towards the city, wherever the closest one was. He would have to find shelter in one of the caves nearby, so he could rest and use the medi-kit in his utility belt to bandage his wounds.

"Hey!" Robin heard a voice cry out. "Can you help me up? I'm kind of stuck here!"

Robin walked toward the voice and saw a pair of hands grasping the side of a cliff. He looked over the side to see a familiar face - that of Harvey Dent, but he was wearing the same clothes that Two-Face was wearing before the helicopter crash. That, and the fact that there had only been Robin, Two-Face, and the helicopter pilot in the crash, meant only one thing.

Harvey Dent was Two-Face.

He was nervous about whoever the attending physician was somehow revealing Batwoman's identity. If it came down to it, Batman would use the medicine and supplies in the room to operate on Batwoman himself.

"Hello," a woman said as she entered the room carrying a chart and wearing a stethoscope.

"Close the door, Doctor . . . "

"Who?" she asked in bewilderment. She looked over at the figure of Batwoman lying there in the hospital bed. "Are you Batman?"

"That's not important at this point in time. This woman here has been shot. She needs to be treated."

"I know that. I didn't go to medical school for nothing."

As the doctor began to examine Batwoman, Batman hovered a little bit, trying to make sure that the doctor did not try to peer under Batwoman's mask.

"I need room to examine this patient, 'Batman,'" the doctor said.

"Well, Doctor . . . Reyes, is it? I need to make sure that you don't get curious and attempt to determine the patient's . . . identity."

"I'll try not to," she remarked in a huff.

Robin began to clean and bandage the scrapes that he had received from the crash. He found it hard to believe that he was sitting down with the man who, a few hours before, had been trying to shoot him.

"You're telling me that I'm Two-Face?" Dent exclaimed.

"You didn't know that already?"

"No . . . I don't ever remember that happening to me. I don't remember much about the night. I go to bed, and then I wake up, but it seems like I haven't had any sleep at all. Sometimes I see a face in my dreams, one that looks like a mad scientist or something . . . with round glasses and tousled hair . . . he's injecting me with something . . . " Dent was revealing a lot to Robin, whom he had only met once before.* "But what do you care?"

*(In Two-Face's first appearance in Batman #10)

"We have to get you help, Mr. Dent! Your alter ego almost pulled off one of the biggest drug robberies in history!"

"All this time, I've been chasing Two-Face, and never been able to catch him, and now I find out that he's . . . "

A screeching sound echoed through the cave.

"What was that?" Dent asked, his eyes as wide as they could be.

"I don't know, Mr. Dent. You stay here. I'm going to go check it out." Robin pulled a pen-sized Bat-light from his utility belt and went off to explore the cave.

Dent sat and tried to sort out in his head how this had all happened, and how he could possibly be Two-Face. Just like always, though, the same images of a strange person with circular glasses and a bowl cut flowed into his head. This man had done something to him . . . although Dent did not know what.

But he had no more time to think. With a screech, a large batlike figure entered Dent's cave hideaway.

"Batman?"

"You! You wear his clothes, so you are him, aren't you?"

Dent did not know what to say. He had never seen anything so strange in his life.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You attacked me and . . . scree! Left me to die!! All because of your . . . scree! coin!"

Dent could feel something changing inside him, in response to the monster's angry words. He had to hold it back. Was this when it happened? When the stress got too much to handle?

The bat-creature leapt at him and threw him against the cliff wall. Dent lay still for a moment, and then lifted his head. But it was not Harvey Dent who faced Man-Bat now . . . it was Two-Face!

"I ain't going to be your punching bag all day, freak! Let's see who's tougher - the half-monster or the half-Bat!"

There had not been too many times lately when he felt like he could not handle something by himself. But now, with Harvey Dent subject to turning back into Two-Face again, and a creature in the caverns, he wasn't sure that he should handle this all alone. He had disobeyed Batman's orders by pursuing Two-Face, and it had almost killed him. Would Batman respond to his call now? Robin picked up the small Bat-Signal that he had latched to his utility belt. When he pressed it, the light on the Bat-shape was very faint--the circuitry had been damaged by the crash. He had to keep trying. He heard noise and shouts from back where he had left Harvey Dent. Maybe the creature had found him. He tried to run back the exact way he had came, trying to remember exactly how he had come through the winding cavern.

"Your freakish life's about to end."

Man-Bat pounced on Two-Face and punched him in the face.

"You forced me . . . scree! To become this monster!"

"Your tough luck, buddy!" Two-Face yelled as he threw a rock at the approaching Man-Bat. Man-Bat scooped him up in strong arms and flew him out of the cavern up into a high open area.

Robin had arrived to see Man-Bat dragging the villain up to a high ledge. He had a feeling about what the creature was going to do to Two-Face. Robin was a superhero, after all, and couldn't just let cold-blooded murder take place, even if Two-Face did deserve it.

"Hey, you!" he called out. "If you can understand what I'm saying, then put him down! He's a wanted criminal and a very sick man. Give him back to me, and I'll bring him in to face justice!"

"No!" was the answer from high above. "He faces justice nowwww . . . "

And with that, the creature began to weaken. He slowly placed Two-Face down on one of the cave landings and began to writhe in pain.

"Heh heh heh. Looks like your bat-powers have left you, 'Man-Bat' or whatever you call yourself! Too bad I don't have my Derringer on me or I'd be able to kill you even faster than I'm going to do now."

He remembered a vial that he had in his jacket. Two-Face opened the vial, and swallowed a couple of pills from it.

"Too bad I don't have any Stoly to wash this down with."

Robin knew that he had to think quick to save the bat-creature's life.

"You aren't going to flip your coin, Two-Face? Are you losing your touch? Is that the Second Power you're taking 'cause you aren't strong enough to handle me yourself?"

Two-Face smirked a little bit at Robin's attempt to talk trash. He grimaced a little bit, and then fished around in his pocket for his coin. "Not like it'll buy him, or you, any time. And after he buys it, I'm coming for you, Boy Wonder."

Two-Face flipped the coin into the air . . .

. . . and it was snatched out of the air by a dark-colored-gloved hand.

"You again!"

Batman socked Two-Face in the jaw, with the coin still in hand. As Two-Face stumbled into the cave wall, there was an impression of his bad penny left on his face. But Two-Face's usual ferocity was augmented by the Second Power in his bloodstream. He picked himself up off the cave floor, and held a rock in the palm of one hand.

"Get up, Two-Face."

"You stopped me from flipping my coin, Batman. Give me back my coin."

He lunged at Batman, and the force of it was enough to send both of them over the prone body of Man-Bat and down into the grotto where Robin stood. As they fell, Robin quickly remembered something from his utility belt. He fired a small pen-sized apparatus at one of the grotto walls, and then quickly attached parts of it to the three other walls, forming a net.

Batman and Two-Face fell safely into the net. Batman rolled, grabbed Two-Face's head between his legs, and stood up.

"Give it up. Get the Bat-cuffs ready, Robin!"

Robin was a little miffed. Sure, I save your bacon again, Batman, and all you can think of is to order me around like usual, he thought.

They heard a screech from above. Batman and Robin looked up, and it was enough of a distraction for Two-Face to kick Batman in the back and pull himself out of the leg hold.

The villain knew he was double-teamed, however.

"You won't be . . . so lucky next time, Caped Crusaders." He ran away toward an opening in the cave. He had barely taken four steps when the ground beneath him turned to rocky dust, and he fell, the victim of an unseen hole in the cavern floor.

Robin helped Batman to his feet.

"Mind telling me what that screeching is all about, or should we see whether Two-Face is still alive first?"

"Why don't I do both, Batman?"

As they drove back home in the Batmobile, Batman was deep in thought. They had stopped Two-Face's plan to fence the Second Power that he had stolen from Regenerix Pharmaceuticals. And Batwoman was resting at home, having mostly recovered from the gunshot wound Two-Face had inflicted. But Robin would have a lot to answer for because of this night's recklessness.

Robin was the first one to break the silence.

"Batman," Robin said.

"Save your strength, Robin. Remember, you've been badly injured."

"I have to tell you something that I found out tonight. Two-Face . . . is Harvey Dent."

Batman had to stifle a chuckle. "And black is white and red is blue, too, Robin? Harvey Dent is one of the staunchest civilian defenders of law and order in New York City. I refuse to believe that he could be Two-Face."

"I saw it with my own eyes, Batman."

"You saw it with tired and injured eyes, Robin. Perhaps you were hallucinating because of the effects of the crash. We'll have Alfred check you out when we get back home."

Batman thought for a moment, and a frown formed on his face. Robin knew that when his longtime partner made that expression, it meant that he was going to get a lecture from Batman.

"You listen to me, Chuck. I ordered you not to go after Two-Face. We could have waited and pursued that helicopter another way. If you had been with me, we could have gotten Batwoman to a hospital faster. I thought . . . I thought you were dead, Chuck."

"Well I wasn't, Bruce! Wasn't that enough?"

"You're lucky you are alive. I don't know if I can count on you to do what I need you to do anymore. You're too erratic . . . your decisions are too quick."

"I'm just doing what I think is right."

"And you think Harvey Dent is Two-Face!" Batman chuckled. "What you need is to go back to Empire State University and hit the books. Some dedicated study would set you right, young man. Take a break from being Robin for a while, and enjoy college. It's going to be over in just a little while."

Robin thought to himself. College isn't the only thing that's going to be over soon, Batman. Maybe it was time to reevaluate his partnership with the Dark Knight Detective. Maybe Young Justice needed more of his time and attention than a stubborn bachelor who dressed like a bat every night. He would have to think about the decision he was going to make.

Two technicians busily worked to mask the plane's presence as it flew up the Eastern seaboard. In the passenger hold, a rowdy bunch of well-armed toughs sat and bragged about the incipient success of their master plan. Everyone was talkative, except for the people sitting next to the vampiric-looking figure dressed all in red.

"Lookin' at that guy makes me glad I'm on this side of the fight," one of the more burly men commented.

Near the back of the plane, an iron-encased figure stood next to a fearsome-looking hooded man.

"The men fear the Monk, Iron Cross. And rightly so."

"He will be instrumental to the success of the grand attack, Black Assassin?"

"Yes, Iron Cross. Tomorrow the world will at last know of our plans. And the great army of Der Fuhrer will be regathered here, in America. Their own sons and daughters will join us!"

The Black Assassin laughed as the plane zoomed toward a secret location on the outskirts of New York City.