"Why fight it lad? Why can't you just face the fact that you're finished?"
"Fuck you!"
"Hey now! That's not very sportsman like now is it? I mean come on! I beat you fair, and square! I guess i'll just have to beat you some more if you get what I mean?"
"Ahh! Ahhhhh!"
"And here I thought you were acting like such a big boy. Surely Batman's little sidekick can take a few hits with a crowbar without crying like a little baby?"
"St- Stop!"
"Oh how I would wish I could little bird, but this is the only way for you to learn your lesson. One does not simply track down the Joker unless it is the big, bad bat himself!"
"No! Aghhhh!"
"There you go! That should be good enough. Oh my! My suit is such a mess! These blood spots may never come out! I better get this thing washed before it dries up. Anyway kiddo I had fun, and I hope I was entertaining. Oh, and by the way, I sorta left you a surprise. Let's just say that I think you're gonna be blown away by it! Cheers bucko!"
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I awoke from my dream instantly. I could feel a drop of cold sweat running down my forehead, and a cold chill running up my spine. I turned to the left of my unmade bed where I kept hearing the loud beeping that my phone made whenever I missed a call or had a text message. I sighed a deep breath of relief, realizing that my dream had actually been just that. A dream. Who'd figure that ten years after that night I'd be here right now having nightmares about it. I managed to return from the dead, and go on to do awful things to people that would haunt any other man, but the thing that haunts me the most is what another has done to me. My death. That's right my death. I was killed that night by that sadistic clown, and ever since then I couldn't get his evil, ugly, monsterous face out of my head, and what bothers me most of all is the fact that the psycho is still out there somewhere doing to others what he had done me. The fact that my adoptive father Bruce Wayne who is also the Batman won't do anything other then lock him up every time the fucker goes out, and kills hundreds of people. I grabbed my phone from my bedside counter. A red light was flashing repeatedly to show that I had a message. I pushed down on a button that was located on the top of my phone, so that the screen would light up. I squinted my eyes in the darkness to stare at the bright screen, and I carefully read the font on the screen.
(1 Message From: Roy Harper)
Jason you need to call Bruce ASAP.
That was all the message said. That was weird. Roy usually sent me text about stuff like asking for relationship advice with Kory, or Starfire as she's known by the rest of the world, but he's never brought up anything about Bruce before. I don't think he really even knows Bruce, and if he does it's because he was friends with my older adopted brother Dick Grayson during his teens. Why would he have me call Bruce this late? I focused my eyes on the clock on my phone to see that it was twenty past midnight. Bruce wouldn't even be home, and if by the off chance that he was he'd probably be passed out from his duties of being the Batman. But I guess if it was this important for Roy to text me this late on our day off from duty, then I probably should call him. I just hope our conversation doesn't end up like it mostly does. Me shouting at him for being a horrible father, and him yelling at me for causing shit to go down in Gotham. I pulled up his number, and held the phone to my ear. It rang for a good amount of time, before a soft, quiet voice answered. I could tell as soon as the voice said hello that this wasn't Bruce. It was my younger adopted brother Tim Drake, who moved out of the masion some time ago to lead the New Teen Titans as the Red Robin.
"Tim? I thought you were in New York, and what the fuck are you doing answering Bruce's phone?" I asked with my tired voice. I'm not gonna lie. I'm kind of a gouch ass when I wake up. More so then when i'm fully awake.
"Jason thank god! Listen you need to get to the manor as soon as you can!" Tim's voice sounded like it was cracking as he spoke. I sat up in my bed with a confused look on my face.
"Why? What happened?" I asked getting a little worried at the tone of Tim's voice. Tim was a usually soft spoken kid, so when you hear him like this you know something bad has happened.
"Dick... and Damian, they're... they're dead. The Joker... he killed them... in Blud' Haven." Tim cried out. I snapped to full alertness at his words. My heart stopped almost instantly. I couldn't fully comprehend what Tim had just managed to speak. No. Not Dick, and Damian, and god no. Not at the hands of the Joker. This has to be a misunderstanding.
"Tim, how the in the hell-?" I begain to call out until he cut me off. I hurriedly reached for the remote for my small box television. I grabbed it, and flicked the T.V on, and turned the channel to the local news.
"I can explain it to you when you get here! I need you to get here fast! Bruce is loosing it!, and be careful The Joker is still out there somewhere!" He said before hanging up quickly. I dropped my phone as soon as he hung up. My eyes were focused on the news. Vicki Vale was reporting at the scene of the incident, and at the bottom of the screen it read. "Breaking News/ Joker plants time bomb in random locations around Blud' Haven city."
"Blud' Haven was devastated just about ten minutes ago as three bombs exploded in three different location across the city. Among the locations hit are the Stoneway apartment complex, the city hall building, and the old clock tower. As of this moment the Blud' Haven city police department are investigating areas all around the city for any signs or traces of any other explosives. There is no confirmed assailant for these bombings, but the Joker is highly suspected as the remains of the bombs that were scavenged by officals all had the intitals JK carved into them. We are also in the dark on how many deaths have accured, but a number around the upper hundreds is expected. It is estimated however that the highest death toll will be at the clock tower, as the explosion forced the tower to come crashing down, landing on the downtown area below."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. In all my years of being both a superhero, and a terroist I had never, ever seen anything like this. My god this was sickening just to watch. How did I not wake up from the explosions? Blud' Haven is only just the next town over, and the Stoneway apartments is where Dick lived. God then he must really be gone. That son of a bitch blew both him, and Damian up just like he had done to me! I just couldn't wrap my head around this. I needed to see Bruce, and the others as soon as possible. I didn't know if I could handle being left alone any longer. I threw my sheets off of me, and got off my bed. I stood to my feet, and rushed over to my large dresser, and opened the top drawer to grab a white tee shirt. I threw it on over my head, and opened the drawer underneath the top one. I pulled out a pair of blue colored jeans, and pulled them over my feet, and up my thighs. I quickly threw my socks, and boots on before turning on the lights to my train wreck of an apartment. I grabbed my keys from my bedside counter, and opened my closet door to see a small carboard box sitting in front of me. I reached into the box, and pulled out my red biker helmet. I then grabbed my brown leather jacket from the box, and threw it around my chisled arms. I moved quickly to my one roomed apartment door, and pushed it open forcefully. I turned back to look at my room one last time, double checking to see if I had everything I needed. I saw that I did, and closed the door behind me without another glance. I marched quickly down the crowded hallway filled with brown colored doors that led to other one roomed apartments. I heard somebody blaring loud metal music, and somebody else banging on their walls hoping that the person blaring the music would turn it down. I would soon reach a glass door that would lead to a railed, metal staircase. I opened the door, and jogged down the stairs at a steady pace. I walked until I reached the complexe's parking lot. I walked around until I saw where the garages were. I walked up to number two-twenty, and placed my garage key into a lock. My hands were trembling slightly due to my nervousness. The shaking made it hard to get it in the slot to unlock the garage door.
"Fuck!" I cursed aloud as I bent over to pick up my fallen keys. As soon as I pulled the key back out of the lock I threw the garage door over my head as hard as I could, causing it to give a loud thud as it shifted. I saw my red motorcycle standing in front of me. I threw my helmet over my face, and mounted my bike as quick as I could. I started the engine, and gripped the handles tightly. I flicked my wrist so that the bike could move. I flew out of the garage, and bolted out of the parking lot. I would soon hit the main road that would take me to Bruce's manor. My mind was flooding with so many thoughts, that it was hard to focus on the street in front of me. Dick, Damian, and the Joker kept popping into my mind. I tired staring up at the full moon above me to try and get my mind off of it, but was no use. I even tried to focus only on the wind flowing around my body from the motorcycle's blazing speed. It didn't help. While driving I didn't give two shits about the other people on the road. I ran stop lights, I passed cars, and I ignored their honks, and shouts. I drove, and I drove without paying much attention to where I was going. For a moment I even thought I had gotten lost. I knew that wasn't the case when I saw the massive Wayne manor miles ahead of me. As soon as I spotted it I sped up even more. I had to see Bruce. I had to make sure he was okay. I eventually reached the manor's massive gates. I hopped off my bike apon reaching them. I walked over to the small over com that was located on the stone walling that the metal gates were attached to.
"Jason Todd." I said loudly enough so that the com would pick up my voice. After reconizing my name, and voice the metal gates splited apart slowly. I got back on my motorcycle, and zoomed straight into the manor's driveway. I saw the old run down shack in which Bruce parked his expensive cars, and headed straight torwards it. I lined up the car in a safe spot, and proceeded to get off. I took my red helmet off as well, and dropped it besides my bike. I left the shack, and started walking directly torwards the mansion. I walked through the luscious, flower filled garden that somehow managed to take my breath away everytime I saw. It had been awhile since I was last at the manor. Probably two years or so. I don't like being around the loving family that much anymore. I'm the type of guy who thinks of his friends as his real family. Roy, and Kory. Those two are my family, but now I was starting to regret not being around Dick, and Damian as much as I could have. Now that it was too late. I was feeling awful. I took my eyes from the beautiful pink pedal flowers to look up at the windows of the mansion. Bruce had covered up the windows that overlooked the garden with yellow curtains. I could see the shadow figures of two people inside. One was short, and thin, while the other had long hair, and was sitting in some type of chair. Tim, and Barbara no doubt. I walked a little further, until I reached the large wooden door that would lead me inside. I looked at a sign that was hanging apon the door.
"Welcome to the Wayne manor!"
I may have been invited by Tim, but I still didn't feel welcomed. I took a long, deep breath before pounding my fist on the door.
(I'd like to know if you think this is worth continuing. This is my first, first person story, and i'd like to know your thoughts on this chapter.)
