Jason clutched at his chest, the slow deep breaths he inhaled were met with excruciating pain that he barely registered at the back of him mind. His teeth were clenched shut as another blow from the flat end of the damn crowbar hit him on his left side, probably shattering the lowest rib of that side. He swallowed the blood that was beginning to rise into his mouth.

'Bruce,' Jason pried his eyes open, a moment of reprieve from Joker hitting and beating him with the crowbar let him think. 'Where are you?'

Joker grew bored of beating Jason quickly, he just wanted to, as he claimed to Harley, "Have a bit of fun with the boy," before he started asking any tough questions. Joker left the room, planning to meet with his lover while his "Prize" curled up at the floor in pain.

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It has nearly been a week since Joker had kidnapped Jason. Though Jason was persistent in claiming Batman would find and save the Robin, Joker had managed to have Jason spill his real name (and several bodily bile too, yuck).

Every morning Jason woke up on a chair, his legs bound to that of the chair, and his arms behind the backrest. There was two minutes every six hours of a bathroom break, one small (and stale) piece of food for Robin to eat. Jason was grungy, dirt stuck to his skin, his raven hair matted to his forehead and handling over his eyes, and he smelled horrible; a constant frown adorned his face. Babs wouldn't have been happy with how he looked.

At night when Joker left Jason alone (the henchmen Joker hired didn't give a crap about Jason, so they just surrounded the outside of the abandoned wing in Arkham Asylum), Jason finally allowed himself to think about Bruce, Alfred, Barbra, hell, even Dick. On the odd occasion he'd cry thinking about how alone he was again. He hadn't been alone a lot. His father loved him enough to go into a Two Face gang, evidently getting himself shot fatally, and his mother grew sick, subsequently passing away. Bruce gave him space, but an angsty teenager needed his time alone.

Jason had never truly been lonely before. In the Asylum, he had no one.

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"He will find me!" Jason growled under his breath, as Joker pulled the potato sack from his head. Joker smirked, moving slowly behind Jason.

"It's been six months now, Jason. The Bat isn't coming for you." Joker reached into his pocket, his hand remaining there for a few seconds.

"Screw you!" Jason glanced behind his shoulder, Joker laughed at him.

"Oh, this bird doesn't fall far from the old Bat-block. Much like the Bat than your replacement." Jason felt his chest constrict. His heart sunk to where his stomach would have been , if it was threatening to spill from his mouth.

"No, he wouldn't," Jason whispered, tears threatened to escape his eyes. He squeezed them shut tightly, his head dropping down. Joker produced a photograph from a Polaroid camera.

"So this isn't Batman then?" Jason glanced at the photo for a fraction of a second, but the image was permanently burned into his retinas and brain. Atop of the GCPD was Batman, with a boy, around the age of fourteen, in a Robin outfit similar to Jason's own. Jason didn't hear when Joker continued speaking again. "Weird, usually the pointy ears are a dead give away!"

"I know it's hard, really I do." Joker voice was coated in mock sympathy, the hand on Jason's shoulder was given a tighter squeeze than what was needed for reassurance. "But sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind." Joker had grasped the crowbar in his hand tighter. He struck Jason as hard as he could, the wheelchair Jason was in moved to hit the back wall with a thud. Jason's head hit the wall, the room spun. This would mean a concussion.

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"Wakey, wakey." Joker sang, Jason squirmed. His arms were bound above his head, his feet, though touching the ground, had no feeling to them. "What's wrong Jason? I'm not going to hurt you, oh no. I'm not the bad one here.

"Batman is, he has abandoned you. Thrown you away like an unwanted, filthy puppy." Jason started the tune out Joker's voice. Something about Jason being a puppy that Bats should have kept, mocking a child's voice.

It sickened Jason to think he was unwanted. Surely Batman was looking for him, for the ugly mess Jason became. A shell of the boy he once was was now hollowed out. Jason was emptied out.

Jason returned to reality at the right (well, in this case, wrong) time. Joker was brandishing a branding iron. A cursive 'J' was white hot, sizzling. Jason screamed loudly, his howling echoing through the asylum. Tears now flowed down his face in excruciating pain. Joker hadn't killed him when he had the chance.

Then another thought crossed his mind, amidst the pain.

It had been ten months, where was Bruce?

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Joker set the camera up, the tripod adjusted so Jason fit into the shot. The madman had claimed that when he would send this to Batman, it would be the "best Christmas present the Bat would want!"

Jason took his usual sitting position, head hung low, with his limbs tied up lazily. Joker knew that Jason wasn't going to try and escape. It had been a year. Joker was planning some takeover on Arkham Asylum, many of the prisoners of Blackgate Penitentiary were moved over to Arkham. Jason caught something about many of Joker's crew being caught in a huge fire that wiped out most of the prision.

"Do you have something to tell the nice man, Jason?" Joker begun recording, almost giddy to hear Jason speak the words he was coached to say.

"My name, is Jason Todd."

"Who do you hate?" Joker inquired, zooming in on Jason's face.

"Batman." Joker nearly laughed at how distant Jason sounded at speaking his mentor's name.

"Of course you do," Joker turned the camera on himself, picking the larger object up in his hands. "Hear that Bats, the kid's not yours anymore; he's mine. To do with as I wish."

"Now Jason, I never asked, what is the big secret, huh? Who is the Big Bad Bat?" Joker turned to Jason. "His name, tell me."

"Yes sir, it's-"

Jason was silenced, a single gun shot wound to the right shoulder made his body topple backwards. Blood splattered over his costume, on the right side of his face. His eyes were opened, his breathing slowed.

'Bruce, where are you?'

A.N. I am doing a second chapter to this. Arkham Knight has become my life right now, I'm nearly 100% complete on the New Game + mode (I somehow got 100% on the normal mode too). And this came to mind. There will be spoilers, so no one cry to me in the next chapter saying I spoiled it, pretty much everyone should know the ending to the game anyway. If you don't, play the game for yourself, you won't regret it. Anyways, I have needed something to cheer me up (mental breakdowns take a lot out a person) since I have deferred my Uni studies until first Semester next year. So, hopefully more writing will be happening. Hope you all enjoyed, this might only be a two shot, but I might make this three chapters too, it won't be a FULL story.