Disclaimer: I don't own young justice.
Warnings: Swearing, the usual jokers abusive evilness, violence
Urgh. Split up from Bruce – again. I swear to god, Arkham sucks ass. As I fall from the rafters my yellow bellied cape flies out behind me like a parachute; difference is that – unlike Bruce's – mine offers no support in my flight. Nimbly landing like a cat upon the lower support beam I turn my detection mode on to look for any of the Jokers brain-dead thugs, none in sight. I reach for my grapple gun and smell my own putrid sweat. The smiling menace took over the asylum a few days ago, I've been stuck here in the same heavy Kevlar suit. Trying to radio Batman again I only hear the sound of static ringing through like alarm bells to my senses – this is not good. With a hefty sigh I drop to the floor but something goes wrong, my knees buckle under me and I fall through what I thought was a solid wooden floor, landing painfully on my back against cold hard concrete with an "ooph".
As the dust clears I hack up a lung, winded. Slowly getting to my feet a gaze around the dark, around a corner there is another room, basked in blue light. Curiosity overwhelming me I walk over, with my back facing what I hope is the wall, letting my detective mode stay on. Then I freeze. The rounded wall at the far side of the chamber is thronged in about fifty gently humming computer screens, on each a different CCTV cameras view; no wait…not CCTV cameras – BatCameras. "how is that possible" the whisper slips through my bloody chapped lips before I can stop myself and damn Batman would be mad but this is fucking insane. No one should know these exist let alone be able to hack into them. With a tentative step I move forwards, running a gloved hand over the glowing green keyboards. Suddenly my back hits the wall and I look down to see two gloved hands holding my tunic "How the fuck did you get here?"
It's dark but he's gently illuminated by the glaring screens. I can't make out his face because it's hooded but his arms are well toned, the jacket pulling around them. He turns slightly and I glimpse his mouth. Holy fuck he's got like a full on Joker scars. Before my mind has time to fully catch up with what I'm seeing I'm thumped against the crumbling brick again. "I said how did you FUCKING GET HERE". Despite his crescendoing voice I am distracted by his face, the force of his shove made his own hood fall off and, not gonna lie, what I see makes me want to vomit. He's about 10 years older than me but he is repulsive, face like a patchwork of skin and scars. He lifts me up to eye level and I can finaly see under his shaggy black hair, gagging at his most grotesque feature – an eye hole that I can only imagine once held a matching vivid blue eye. My musings are cut off when a sugary sweet voice calls into the room. "pudd'n, where are you"
For the third time that night I am pushed, but this time into the darkness, a corner the light doesn't reach. "Stay in the shade" although strict, his harsh whisper has an almost caring tone, that is gone in an instant as he pulls his hood up, plastering a cocky smirk on his distorted lips before answering in a jovial voice "in here Auntie Harley". Wait, did I just hear that right? No I had to be wrong, but sure enough, in walked the sultry blonde maniac. "Been lookin' for you everywhere kid, you seen your uncle J?" He snorted, like a young teen about to start an argument. "Well clearly you didn't look very hard, I'm always in here. It's the only place that's actually MINE". I can see Harley take her hands off her hips and slap the dude harshly before giggling. "Now Sweetie, don' get stroppy with me, I'm jus' lookin' for my sweetheart". Eugh. That's grosser than the blood this guy just spat on the floor. "well, he ain't here, and he ain't on my screen but the bats looking for something, so he must have taken his precious bird boy somewhere hidden". An eerie cackle echoes off the dripping ceiling, sending chills up my spine. "you know how uncle J likes to play with his food" then with a final thankless harrumph she left.
I could see him waiting until her footsteps died off, then in one swift movement he turned around, swiping my grapple gun off my belt "hey!" I cried indignantly, but he didn't care and instead shot the gun up through the hole I fell through, tying the other end around my waist, talking all the while. "When you get up you need to go to main hall, Batman will be there trying to solve one of the Jokers puzzles, there's two sets of patients before you get outside so take the vents, but never step into the shade – that's where they'll find you". Before I had chance to argue or ask the sound of a door slamming echoed; he flipped a switch on my gun, the rope pulling me up fast. Upon my landing, I thought about jumping back down and finding out who this guy was – then I heard it. The jokers manic laughter bellow my feet. "Okay kiddo! Medicine time!" his last sentence barely registered with me as I ran. Feet pounding bellow me. I had to get to Bruce, I had to help him. My Chance encounter pushed to the back of my mind as I sprint towards my father.
A/N: I'm back baby! To all of you returning thank you so so much you are wonderful! To all new readers welcome! Please enjoy!
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Dixie xxx
