Robin woke, head and body aching, he opened his eyes and saw darkness. Was he blind? No, it was night, but, it had been almost daylight when he had been fighting. He remembered being hit on the head, a lot, he tried to move but it seemed he was tied up, some sort of rope. He exhaled in an attempt to calm himself, but he could feel himself getting more anxious by the second.
He couldn't feel any weak spots in the knots and they didn't give at all when he tugged on them, he squinted through the darkness, he was sure he could make out two figures laying on the floor not far from him, one clad in black and the other in green. He attempted to ask who they were but the moment he tried he found himself coughing up blood, but this had the same affect: one of the two figures lifted their head and also started coughing, Robin realised the figure was a woman, "Who are you...?" he managed to splutter. The woman ignored him, she had realised that she was tied down and had started to struggle, there must have been motion sensor lights in the room because as soon as she moved Robin was blinded by a fierce white light. "What happened to you?" Robin said in what he thought would be an assertive voice, the woman chuckled weakly, Robin recognised the laugh, "Catwoman? What are you doing here?"
"I dunno sweetie, last thing I remember, I was fighting..."
"Yeah me too." Robin slowly opened his eyes, which stung from the light, "I was fighting Joker." The blurry shape of Catwoman seemed to be nodding, "Same here."
"Who's the other person in here?" Robin asked in a slightly dazed voice, "The one in the green?"
Catwoman shook her head, smirking, "Who do you think, it's Ivy you dumbass, who else do you know who wears only green... It doesn't even look any good on her."
Robin coughed again, trying to focus his throbbing mind, "Why would Joker want us three here?" His eyes had finally adjusted to the bright light, he could clearly see that he and his fellow captives were trapped in a small concrete walled room, both Ivy and Catwoman were beaten as badly as he was, Ivy had a black eye and several bruises on her arms and Catwoman appeared to have a dislocated shoulder as well as several cuts to her face. "Is Ivy ok?" Robin asked, he knew what Joker was capable of doing, Ivy could have been killed and left as an incentive to behave, a reminder of what could happen. Catwoman struggled and stretched as close as she could towards the seemingly lifeless body "Yeah she's fine or not dead at least."
They both let out a small gasp as the heavy metal door squeaked open and Harley Quinn entered the room. Seeing her smiling face made Robin furious, how she could do something like this to Ivy - they were supposed to be friends. "What's Joker doing Harley? Why've we been locked up in here?" Harley gasped, noticing that Ivy was still unconscious, "Oh no, red." She knelt down by her friends side and checked her breathing, she then shrugged and returned to her normal state, "Ah well, she'll be fine, serves her right for buggin' mistah J." Robin grunted and furrowed his brow, "Quinn, Stop it she's hurt! Why are we here?"
Harley shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair, "I don't think I'm aloud to tell you, I've just been told to put these on you, and untie you, oh and to tell you that dinner this evening is pasta bake." Harley tottered over to Robin in her new painfully high heeled boots and grabbed his neck, he struggled, but was powerless as she slipped and tightened something around his neck. She pulled away and he was left with a plastic ring around his neck, fitted with a snazzy blue light which started flashing slowly, in time with his heartbeat. "What is this?" Robin asked, the blue light flashing slightly faster as he became more angry and scared.
"Well blue jay, I think it's a bomb collar." Catwoman snapped, as Harley fitted a similar device to her. Harley started to untie Catwoman's restraints, but once she had the leather clad villain jumped at her, collar beeping fast, Harley giggled, "Nuh-uh kitty, if that thing beeps too fast it'll set itself off, you'll die. And if you dare hurt me mistah J'll set 'um off, he can see everything you do." She walked back to Robin and untied him, letting him flop to the floor.
"Would either of you like any tea?" She asked, a false smile on her face, as she walked back towards the door, "No? Just me? Ok, I'll be back in a few hours with some food for you." She backed out of the door and pulled it closed.
Robin raised himself shakily to a sitting position, he has been hung up on the wall for some time; his muscles ached painfully. He struggled to stand, his legs simply gave way. He noticed Catwoman eyeing him from the floor near the opposite wall, "You know you could help me rather than sitting there." The woman rolled her eyes, "Yeah right, I like your dad and all but I'm not about to willingly help you…"
Robin frowned as Catwoman tried not to smirk at him, "He is not my dad." Catwoman sniffed "awww, are you havin' family problems sweetie?"
Robins eyes darted away, he shrugged, "Just havin' a few arguments, I'm growing up and he doesn't like it." The woman scoffed, "Hey I didn't say I wanted to hear about it… But then again it might give me a little leverage with your old man when I next see him, and it'll pass the time… Go on then."
"I dunno, I think he's got a bit of an authority problem, he likes being in charge and shoots down any ideas I have, if he's not careful I'm going to end up with a complex." Robin chuckled, Catwoman also chuckled, "Robin, you run about in a superhero costume, you're 17… Ish, how can you do that and not already have a complex." She quickly became silent as she and Robin noticed Ivy starting to stir. She slowly lifted her head groaning, blood dripping from her mouth, she spat the majority of the blood out of her mouth and started coughing, "…Oh god… What happened…?" Catwoman gingerly slunk up to Ivy and untied her arms. Harley had fitted a plastic bomb collar to Ivy when she had checked her, the small blue light was blinking rather rapidly, Catwoman started to explain what had happened, sparking an angry screech from Ivy "JOOKKKEEERRR!" She stood swiftly, blue light blinking rapidly, "You bastard! I will fucking kill you! How dare you do this to me! You bloody pig!" She hammered her fists against the walls, Robin and Catwoman tried to hush her, noticing the speed of the flashing light. But Ivy paid no attention, "Joker you bastard explain yourself!"
A loud click emanated from invisible speakers, and the Jokers voice reverberated through the walls "Bing bong, Joker speaking, how may I direct your call?" he giggled over the speakers "Miss Ivy I believe you had a question?"
Ivy growled angrily, "Explain yourself Joker, why are we here?"
Joker chuckled, "You're on Joker T.V's newest reality show! I call it the concrete box. What happens when I throw bomb collars on three eccentrics and put them in a box together? Find out tonight at 9! HAHAH! It's going to be great! Here's a little spoiler for you all, it ends in at least one of you dying! … Although, Ivy, you sexy beast, I think your pegged for one of them. Oh and Bird boy, I loved you little talk with Catwoman, 'boo-hoo, daddy doesn't love me!' I'm putting that in the promo for sure!"
There was another loud click, Joker had disconnected his mic.
Robin sank to the floor, having only just managed to stand up properly. God Dick, what have you got yourself into…? He realised that if he were alone in this room he would like nothing more than to cry to himself; last time he saw Bruce he was injured, and he had been so angry with him. He should have fought harder, better, now he had a bomb collar round his neck, and was facing hours, maybe days, under the Jokers thumb. He couldn't bring himself to imagine the horrors he would face while down here. But what frustrated him most was that, even with the evils he was facing, the image of Harley Quinn's buttocks rotating as she walked away from him was stuck in his mind.
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