Author's note:

Hello and thank you for showing your interest!

In this story you will witness adolescence in its many dark and bright sides of exploring, experiencing and developing! It's set right after season 1 (early 2012), which means that Dick is 14 and Wally is 16. But I've planned for this story to continue until they're at least 19 and 21.

Warnings: Bad language, violence, angst, explicit content, and slash; which means there will be sexual relationships between men. (One pairing will be Wally x Dick)

Italic text is used to emphasize sarcasm/puns, express thoughts, and distinct memories and dreams from reality.
Bold letters are used to distinct phone, text or comm-link conversations from real life conversations, and declare date/time/locations.
If a * appears then the marked sentence/word will pertain an explanation or definition in my final author's note at the end.

Also— *drum roll* be aware of the hints I'll be dropping in each chapter, they will be revealing what is to come in the future chapters! And buckle up your seat belt; you're in for a loong rollercoaster ride!

/ Chapter 1 / Surprise /

Aparo Expressway, Gotham
February 24, 2012, 15:24 EST
Team Year 2

Plummeting rain was heard against the roof of a black Limousine. Thick drops made heavy clanking noises against its metal, and the noise resurrected in the hollow space of the car.

Inside, secure from the awful weather outside, it sounded like a tiny war was waging on the shell of the formal vehicle, but judging by the quiet atmosphere that resided among the car's occupants then it wasn't the case... Or that was until: "Get your feet off my lap, Dick." A young voice growled.

Dick craned his neck from his lying position on the long backseat of the car; he uncomprehendingly tried to look up into his brother's eyes, but found that they were staring accusingly at his two offending feet instead. He frowned; his feet were thrown off the seat to fit the younger boy beside him, and resting on the ground beside Jason's own… they weren't even touching the little devil.

"Shut up, I'm not even touching you." He sneered and rolled his eyes dramatically.

"You were too! Look at the stinkin' proof on my pants!" The young child exclaimed, and angrily drove his leg up to chest height with the help of his dirty little hands. He nearly slammed his knee into his face, in his eager to show the filthy mark that spotted the right thigh of his denim jeans. Said mark's brown color suggested that it was created by some sort of mud or clay.

Dick scoffed loudly: "Don't put the blame on me, when you've gotten your clothes dirty at school." He put a hand to his face and sighed exasperatedly.

Jason was about to protest, but Dick held up an insisting finger, quieting down the younger boy. "Alfred will know for sure that I was not the one at fault; the man knows everything." He said with another roll of his sinfully blue eyes.

"He does not!" Jason protested, but Dick was quick to retort: "He does too." And lift a challenging eyebrow, that dared his younger brother to doubt him.

Jason shut his mouth tightly, sucking his teeth, while he thoughtfully eyed the driving butler through the transparent partition.

"He will also wash your mouth with soap, if he finds out that you've been lying, so you better behave." Dick said, but this time he had to look away, when he said it, to hide his growing grin.

"H-he wouldn't do that..." Jason said flabbergasted. His eyes were wide and never left the butler, as he asked: "Would he?" With a look of horror painted on his features.

Dick snorted and laughed dryly at his younger brother's antics: "You suck so bad, Jay." He exclaimed. "First you go and accuse me, and then you want me to share from my experience?"

Jason's mouth thinned out into a fine line, he blushed a scarlet red, while turning his head to avoid Dick's gaze... silently he muttered: "Uh... yeah?"

However he was met by silence, as Dick only rolled his eyes and returned to the position he had first laid in, with his head on his schoolback.

Jason tried to dismiss it by acting goofily; he grinned toothily, which exposed his one missing front tooth, but Dick only glanced back at him and nodded his head in clear disapproval.

The younger boy then turned his head sideways and slumped his cheek against a tiny hand: "Grumpy..." He murmured, but it was muffled by the palm of his hand.

While Dick turned to look away, Jason's gaze turned towards the ground as if to prove what he felt.

After a few moments Jason tried to look back up at Dick to resume a conversation, but it was to no avail; Dick didn't meet his effort, he just ignored him as he shifted to lie on his side. The older teen turned his head sideways, and dug his nose into the seat, closed his eyes tiredly and inhaled deeply. It was a show of pure frustration.

Jason quickly averted his eyes into his lap, where he found his two fumbling thumbs. He tried ignoring the stinging sensation of guilt in his stomach.

On the other hand; the smell of the Limousine's familiar leather occupied Dick's nostrils and calmed down his racing heartbeat, but along with the stillness that now resided in the car, he could no longer preoccupy his mind. He felt the familiar and almost painful thud of adrenaline in his veins now, as the current anxiety he experienced did its best to race down any traces of logic in his mind.

He was nervous and it put his mood on edge.

It was unfair to Jason, and he didn't mean to make the other boy feel bad... but he had every right to be nervous.

Scarecrow had broken out of Arkham Asylum last night, and this time the villain had sent a personal vendetta for the Boy Wonder, wherein Scarecrow claimed that he wanted retaliation because Robin single-handed had taken him out and delivered him to Arkham, the last time the villain broke out. And boy, had Batman been extremely proud of Robin and outward praised him for the effort? Hell yeah.

Robin had been elated, especially because Batman had come closer to acknowledge him as a partner instead of a sidekick.

He had been so close to making it— until his newest batch of bad luck appeared:

Batman had banned him from patrol. Batman feared that it was too risky for Robin to be roaming the streets of Gotham, while Scarecrow was planing a personal vendetta for him. And to Robin, Batman's decision was degrading; it meant that he would have to prove himself once more, to gain Batman's true acknowledgement, and if it was so, then so be it.

Mount Justice, Rhode Island
February 24, 2012, 20:49 EST
Team Year 2

In the bright blue lights of three active computer screens a single person stood bathing in its glow, using it as guidance. A decrease of its brow was heavily lit by the blue lights, while it slowly slid the pant legs of a kevlar suit onto its trained legs. Or at least attempted to... the hero only reached his calves, before he stilled in motion.

With a faraway look he stared out into the distance, while scenarios played for his inner vision... many things could go wrong tonight.

If he failed tonight, would Bruce then take his Robin mantle away from him? He gulped noticeably, unconsciously shaking his head both ways because he hoped not.

The loud churning from the train that wrecked his mind, grew to an extent where he didn't even notice the familiar tapping of fingers unlocking his door from outside.

In a languid manner Robin pulled the dark fabric up onto his hips, before stopping in midair as a deer frozen in headlights at the sound of his door sliding open.

He felt a familiar swoosh occupy the air around him and rustle his black hair. It startled him.

"Wai-wha— what're you doing with your uniform?" Robin rather felt than heard that sentence as an accusing finger jabbed him straight in the shoulder. But right as he attempted to look up into Kid Flash's eyes with his gaping mouth and wide eyes, they were forced to follow a different path; a nagging finger pointed straight at the uniform he was attempting to put on.

Attempting being the key word.

"Now tell me, where you're going because I know that Batman suspended you from patrol." His best friend sounded upset as he folded his strong arms across his chest: "And don't tell me crap like Scarecrow got captured because that's a lie. Otherwise you would have told me! " Wally frowned down at his best friend, pouting disapprovingly.

Dick averted his gaze onto the floor, and under his breath he cursed in his mother tongue.

"Fine." He sighed in defeat. "I'm..."He paused and contemplated his next words.

"I'm, err..." He circled his wrist before his bare chest to indicate that he was thinking.

Wally's eyes followed his wrist curiously, before spotting his friend's very naked torso.

Wally averted his gaze prominently.

"I'm... I'm going out on patrol by myself..?" Dick finally said, but as Wally didn't react to his answer, a withdrawn pause emerged, where Dick had to contemplate his words thoroughly.

Wally just stood there, glaring down at the ground.

Finally Dick sighed heavily and hung his shoulders low: "I am sneaking out." He admitted. He stared down into the ground with a stiff posture and began rubbing his left arm; it was an unconscious action he often displayed, when he was triggered by discomfort, and it didn't go unnoticed by the speedster, who beamed by an instant.

As if just awoken from a deep slumber, Wally's eyes lit up with a fiery mischief: "You little rebel!" He burst out with a sneaky grin and bumped the acrobats shoulder with his fist.

Dick looked at him in stunned surprise, before his face split into a huge grin equally as stupid as Wally's own.

"So, when and where are we going?" Wally asked, fist-pumping the air in an elated matter: "I'm dying for some real action!"

Instantly Dick's grin faltered… and turned into another decrease of his brow: "We aren't going," he said, putting a strong emphasis on the 'we'.

Now it was Wally's turn to frown; the strong glow from Robin's computers put a horrific shady effect on the angles of his face.

"What do you mean we aren't going? Of course we are! Dude!"

Robin sighed heavily: "Please, Walls— I have to do this myself… " He bit his bottom lip. "Because if I don't..." He averted his gaze onto the wall: "Then Bruce will never respect me as his partner, rather than sidekick." He grit out the last part bitterly and glared down at his feet, noticing how he was still missing his boots. He stood with naked feet on the ground.

Wally clenched and unclenched his fists, he was buzzing mildly with pent up emotions; pent up energy. He then threw up his hands in defeat: "Fine!" He sighed heavily, before grabbing Robin's shoulders sternly: "But I'm going to stay in contact with you!" He said, narrowing his eyes. Robin quirked an unimpressed eyebrow at him, and eyed his hand on his shoulder..."You really mean it?" He probed.

Wally nodded: "Yeah, I get you— but I'm not letting you out there all by yourself." He said. Robin snorted dryly: "Thanks, Flash." He said, but failed to hide his smile.

China Town, Gotham
February 24, 2012, 23:12 EST
Team Year 2

His masked eyes skillfully took in the landscape, noticing the many crooks in the high rooftops that could fool you into believing someone was lurking in the darkness. His eyes rested on a pair of dragon gargoyles on the rooftop opposite of his. Water was sprouting from their mouths and drowning out any protest they might have had. Streams of water clashed together with the water already residing on the asphalt below and created a minor river that ran along the wet street. "Kid Flash to Robin, Kid Flash to Robin!" His comm. link screeched and he shifted his legs, remembering how slippery the gargoyle he himself sat on was.
Dick was quick to thrust a pair of fingers into the annoying piece of metal as his eyes slid over the obnoxious colors of China Town. "Hello, KF." He replied, barely hiding a groan between grit teeth.

"How's it going?" He heard Wally question him joyfully with a crunch to his tone, obviously he was snacking again.

Dick rolled his eyes behind his mask: "I've only encountered minor criminals so far," he admitted. "I encountered a pair of purse thieves and a gang consisting of roughly 11-13 teenagers."

The cold from the stone oozed through his uniform, so his legs were in a crouch tugged up to his chest, so he could keep his warmth. His breath occupied the air in small puffs that came out as signal smoke; he was panting, finally able to catch a break from Gotham's busy streets. He had to admit being out in the field by himself was harder than he would like to admit without Batman.

"A gang!?" He heard Kid Flash choke on, what he assumed, must be a mixture of his own saliva and dried potatoes. "DUDE!" The ginger screeched: "Those are dangerous, why didn't you hit me up?" He could imagine Wally throw himself back into his seat and fold his arms childishly with a pout on his lips, by the way the chair his best friend sat on screeched.

Dick groaned, this time outwardly. "I can handle a little gang by myself." He said stubbornly, crossing his arms over himself and scowling deeply.

He denied to let his breath be heard on the other line and kept it under control, even though his lungs threatened to burst from their longing for the cold of night air.

Tsk, it was stupid really. He grit his teeth visibly. Teenager's that formed gangs wasted all of their opportunities on bad decisions— they had opportunities, everyone did...
Which was why he sometimes understood, just why Jason perceived people like those as nothing but mere trash... trash that had to just be crippled and thrown out.

Kid Flash wasn't stupid, he knew it was an art to avoid bullets without his provided super speed, and to fight at the same time truly required an excessive amount of focus, but he kept silent and acknowledged Dick's need to be superior. Wally snorted soundly: "Right— whatever, Boy Wonder, y'still haven't seen any traces of Scarecrow?" He asked, rummaging with something new that rustled loudly, probably a bag of chips. Dick bit his bottom lip, chewing on it silently before replying: "No," he sighed heavily: "I'm starting to feel like an idiot because no matter where I go, there's no traces of him."

A pair of Chinese tourists spotted him and began taking pictures of him, lighting up the rooftop he was currently situated on with the flashes of their cameras. He smirked, baring a slight hint of his white teeth. He reveled in their obvious amazement and didn't mind their coos, until one of them mentioned Batman.

He felt his stomach clench. His prior scowl shone through. Deepened. Yet the tourists kept taking pictures.

He heard Kid Flash grunt with amusement: "Better to feel like an idiot than to look like one."

Dick smiled mildly, thankful for the intrusion. Mischievously he gave his consent: "True, I do look surprisingly whelming."

Wally laughed audible: "Enough with the word plays, dude! But might I add... that you look over-whelming", Dick could almost see the waggle of Wally's eyebrows as the ginger held back a snicker, but he didn't reply, he only let his cheek tint with the slightest of pink because in the distance, he heard the familiar sound of police sirens.

"Hey, I'm hearing sirens. I'll call you back later, k?" He said, raising his head and narrowing his eyes like a cat spotting its newest prey.

"Sure thing." Kid Flash said nonchalantly.

"Oh- wait." He took a deep breath. "Your breath sounds ragged, and you have been on the run for 2 hours." He sighed heavily. "Couldn't you take a rest, before you go anywhere?" He said.

Dick snorted in return: "Right..." He put to fingers to the little piece of metal in his ear and heard Wally breathe like he wanted to say something more, but he turned of his comm. link, before he had the chance to. His masked eyes searched the neon lit area, until he found a building that was ignited by not only its own obnoxious colors, but also the red and blue, changing colors of police sirens.

— So, he had to go east.

The Bowery, Gotham
February 24, 2012, 23:57 EST
Team Year 2

Sweat dripped of his forehead and mixed with the cool rain that beat against Gotham's many rooftops. He ran a gloved hand across his brow and smeared the salty content of his sweat with the clear water from the sky. He couldn't decide whether the rain was comfortable or another hindrance. Yes, it provided him with a soothing temperature to cool off on, but the rooftops were slippery now; if he was unlucky to encounter a sudden and skilled enemy, then their fighting arena would be lethal, at least to him: As an acrobat he relied on his balance, which could easily be swept away from under him on the wet tiles.

He could hear new sirens in a nearby neighborhood now and pulled out his grappling gun. He fired it at another rooftop, then another one and then a final. He swung onto it, carefully landing on the wet tiles of it. In awareness he glanced around the rooftop suspiciously… he felt watched. It was probably nothing, he just felt slightly naked on the battlefield without his mentor or teammates to have his back.

He went for the ledge of the roof and laid his hands on its brick fence. He observed a line of police cars following a car into his current neighborhood. He sighed and massaged his brow.

He didn't have time for this. He needed to find Scarecrow and deal with the bastard right away. He needed to prove a point to Batman, and he couldn't— he wouldn't turn back down now.

As the noise of the sirens grew faint and the blue and red lights no longer painted the drowning street, his ears finally picked up on his ragged breath… like Wally had mentioned. He didn't know whether to be worried because he hadn't noticed how bad it had gotten, or annoyed because he was showing obvious signs of weakness. He clenched his fists; he had overdone it when he had searched Crime Alley, but he was so eager to find scarecrow that he forget all about logic. He clenched his eyes tightly together and focused on slowing down his breath; he would do wisely to take a break, like Wally recommended.

While he wasn't aware, four sets of hands grabbed the metal bars of a fire escape and began climbing onto the rooftop, slowly making their way towards The Boy Wonder in the darkness.

Robin listened to his breathing until it was concealed by the downpour.

He had the uneasy feeling of being watched again, but willed it away.

There was no need to act paranoid just because Batman was missing… even if he is being watched, he knew his new found enemy would reveal themselves soon.

He wasn't worried, he could handle a single villain, he had taken out Scarecrow by himself after all.

But what he hadn't expected was for his pursuer to not be alone this time... and to bring along a little buddy of his.

"HA.. HA.. HA.. HA.."

"HA— HA— HA"

Robin felt chills shoot down his spine and the tiny hairs of his arms rise to attention… The Joker... He thought and went frigid with fear for the moment. He let out a shaky breath, repressing the urge to flee, before forcing his body to turn around sharply and witness the one silhouette, he wished the least to see in this universe.

The last time he saw the looner, he nearly broke both of his arms with a muddy brick.

"Why… So… Serious, dear Robin?" The man cackled, nearing him menacingly slow. It was hard to make out his entire appearance in the darkness, but judging by the bone chilling, reality wrenching screech of the Joker's maniac laughter that resurrected in the tall surroundings of Gotham's many skyscrapers, he was nearby. And it was possible the most terrifying thing Robin had ever experienced as a hero.

A lightning bolt came crashing into the antenna of the building, and the sky was momentarily lit up in an unnatural white glow.

It revealed a dark silhouette followed by another colorful one.

The Joker was wearing his normal purple suit, while Scarecrow was dressed for a funeral.

Possible his funeral, if he wasn't careful.

A sinking feeling of dread pitted in Dick's stomach; he knew always to trust his gut and his gut screamed at him to turn back and run away.

But he couldn't, his pride wouldn't let him.

Another thunderbolt crashed into the antenna and he could make out the fine lines of his opponents now.

With the help of a dim streetlight, he could trace out the shiny knife that resided in the Joker's darkly gloved hand.

He reached for his utility belt, yet the Joker was even quicker to lash out at him. He felt like an amateur, when he didn't realize, he was cornered before now. He could only move sideways, but not far enough to get out of harms way— He felt a stinging sensation in his side that tore open a cut in his suit, but managed to avoid the blade the second time it was pointed at him, only to be pulled forcefully into menacing arms that held him around the throat frustratingly tight, he grasped the arms and twisted them until Scarecrow shouted in pain and let go, he leaped away from Scarecrow only for The Joker to kick him in the back. He hit the brick fence, forcefully. The man pressed his foot into the small of his back and cut up his belt. With the way it slid off easily, he realized the blade the Joker held must be a diamond cut.

No- no- no-, not my utility belt! He thought in a frenzy and swirled around to grasp it, but was attacked by Scarecrow. He kneed him right in the weak spot, and did a back flip; he hauled himself up onto the roof's brick fence. He jumped over Scarecrow's head, when the villain lashed out after him again, and placed a solid kick in his face. It sent the man stumbling headfirst into the bricks with a sickening crunch.

He heard the Joker chuckle lowly until it was a mere rumble in his throat and whipped his head around to look at the villain.

"Too late." The man sing-songed. The pale lunatic stood on the midst of the rood with the one accessory Robin could not do without, held up proudly like a trophy.

It was lit on fire, burning brightly and glowing in an unhealthy orange.

His utility belt was stuffed with heaven knows which toxic wonders. "Shit." He cursed loudly.

Before he realized it the burning belt was swung at him, and while he avoided it, he was tackled from the side by the diamond blade.

He grabbed his aching rips that had been cut again, not caring how his hand was colored with a fading red that was being thinned out by the rain. This time, when the blade was swung, he managed to avoid it with a skillful twist of his body, and this time he spun around and kicked the blade out of the Joker's hands, before he resigned to a tired crouch with a hand on his rips meters away.

"Ouch, you hurt my hand." The impersonation of a clown said in feigned shock, watching his hand intently and wiggling his fingers slowly for dramatic measure.

Robin reached for his hips, making ready to grasp a batarang, when his body was reminded that he didn't have his utility belt in his possession. He felt his heart beat in an unrecognizable painful manner. It clenched convulsively in his chest and made him fear the possibility of a heart attack. He had never fought without his belt, when he was on patrol, and certainly not when he was in a lethal situation like this.

The psychopath before him manically cackled: "It's nice to see you on your own, tinsy… winzy… baby bird." He tweezed his dull green hair between his dirty gloved hands and licked his scared lips like a reptile.
"I knew the Bat would let you out of sight some day, lucky for us, he chose just the right moment to do so..." The Joker reached into his inner pocket, while moving closer to the sidekick. "You're nothing without him, just a child... you even lost your toys." He grinned sickeningly, and in a swift movement he attempted to slice into Robin's face with a knuckle duster. It missed, as The Boy Wonder back-flipped out of harms way and kicked the Joker square in the jaw. The man's neck cracked. "How inconveniently..." He muttered and turned his head back down with a sullen pout, before lashing out a whip, slapping it around Robin's wrist and wringing him close to him. He made an aim for the young teen again, and this time the boy barely managed to avoid the knuckle duster, by bending his back vertically and going into a bridge.

"I don't think so!" He retorted, planting a knee square in the Joker's gut when the opportunity presented itself.

The man wheezed, and dropped the teen, but regained his composure as Robin laid flat on the ground, captured by the whip, trying to roll out of his aim.

"Oh…" The villain said. "But you are… he only appears stronger with you by his side." He clarified. "Because a child gives him a reason to look sane. Fatherly. Without you he is a monster; what you call a weakling of society. Someone who suffered and then turned angry— a villain right?" The Joker cackled, resetting his greasy hair like it mattered. Then he reached for his back pocket and grabbed a gun.
He pointed it at Scarecrow, who was getting back on his feet after getting knocked out. He shot him in both shins. "Get down, puppy. I'm handling this bird!" He exclaimed crazily, laughing hysterically.

Scarecrow screamed, a gurgling sound of pain came to his mouth, but it made no coherent sound, indicating the levels of his pain.

The Boy Wonder watched in horror as the gun was pointed at him. He heard it go off and felt a pressure against his shoulder, but luckily it bounced off his cape and only left a bruise. But then he felt it press into his thigh, and bit his tongue. He clenched his eyes in anticipation of pain, but had to open them again, when the gun didn't go off. The trigger was stuck and The Joker was furiously trying to make it go of.

"Come on, come on." The man stressed,

Robin used this opportunity to make a 180 degree kick with his other leg, to flip the gun out of the villains hand and onto the slippery ground. Finally it went off. It shot right past the Joker's face, startling the villain and making him stumble. Robin got onto his feet. He snorted, wriggling out of the whip: "I don't think you're handling nobody." With a rush of adrenaline he went into combat mode, and made a skilled combination of kicks and punches that sent The Joker to his knees, bleeding. He flipped him his mischievous grin: "Whaddup, you're a sore loser?" He asked, jumping around on light feet as a boxer before his newest match. Man, this felt great… he had just taken down two major villains..! Sort of... Scarecrow had taken down himself. Anyways, this would prove to Batman how much he could handle!

He felt like he could do anything.

That even accounted for getting knocked down from behind… He felt a shrill pain to the head when solid metal collided with his skull.

And he felt idiotic for losing sight of Scarecrow— he was just so whelmed that he forgot the man wasn't actually knocked out, he was just… handicapped. Handicapped to a serious degree.

He grasped his head and shook it to will away the pain, but wished he hadn't. Accidentally he touched the comm. link in his ear and communicated the one member waiting on the other line.

"Robin?" He heard a shrill voice yell in his ear as it recognized his furious breath. It was Wally— and he was obviously worried.

Robin was gasping for air. He was lying on the ground, now with a metal bar pressed into his midsection; the same bar that was used to knock him down. It was slowly padding his cuts, making them bleed more, before the pats turned into furious hits. He grunted loudly in pain several times, and from his position on the ground, he watched the Joker smirk mischievously and slowly get up onto his feet. He glanced to his side and caught sight of Scarecrow, who stood beside him on wobbly legs, holding the metal bar that kept hitting him messily. The rooftop was littered in blood from where he had scrambled to where he stood besides him. Robin twisted his mouth, tasting the bitter taste of his own blood, as he recognized the gurgling sound and grunts in the air to be his. He weakly reached for his utility belt, and flipped onto his stomach, only to remember that it was gone. He put two fingers to his ear, but barely managed to touch his com.-link: "Y-Yeah... ugh... ow... i-it's nothing, KF, d-don't worry." But the way his best friend kept silent, he figured that he hadn't been very convincing, obviously. He rolled around in an attempt to get out of harms way once more, but was met by a particularly hard thrust of the metal bar to his face.

"Ughh!" He gurgled, tasting blood. He didn't think he was bleeding internally, but he was figuring his mouth was bleeding pretty badly.

A pair of large hands grasped his uniform and he was startled to see the Joker sneer down at him, when he was lifted up into the open air. "Shush, birdie." The man whispered and traced Robin's bloody lips slowly with the tip of his finger... before he knocked his head against The Boy Wonder's forehead. And if Dick's head wasn't hurting before, then it surely was spinning now.

He was dropped onto the ground and received several kicks to his ribs, before he grabbed the offending foot and threw the Joker of his balance, but then he was grabbed by the front and slammed mercilessly into the ground. He gurgled on his own blood again and when his vision became straight, he was face to face with The Scarecrow. His masked eyes might have betrayed him, but he saw what resembled a needle in his hand. "It's time for you to taste your own medicine." The man snarled. He was sweating so heavily that it dripped down onto Robin's own brow.

Robin tried to fight as the needle was injected into his bicep, but he didn't stand a chance. He was turned around by clawing hands, a lot stronger than his, and felt the poisonous liquid infect his blood and make it boil. He saw the Joker looming over him, when he was raised up into a sitting position. The psychopath raised his knee to hit him in the face with it. It went back and forth several times and drew a bloody nose from his young face. "I'll taint your pretty little face for what you did to me." The man grit angrily. He didn't care any longer as he was bleeding furiously from his mouth and nose. The world muted as he watched Scarecrow give in to the pain in his shins and bow down to his knees. Shame was evident in his bloody posture; he must feel like a failure after falling for another one of Joker's promises.

Robin wheezed lightly: "Why are you allowing him to do this?" He asked, ignoring the urge to throw up at the taste of metal.

It upset the Joker when he averted his attention from him to his partner in crime. He felt it when the Joker retreated his knife and was now trying to jab it at his face. He avoided it by mere inches, but received a cut to his cheek once. He managed to swap the knife away and finally got the possibility to stand. He scrambled to his feet, but was quick to be back on the ground though, when Scarecrow grabbed his legs and pulled him back onto it. "I'm doing this because you deserve to know real pain." The villain was hoarse now, possibly about to pass out.

Scarecrow would die from the blood loss, if he wasn't treated soon.

"Whaddya say to a nice lil' smile like mine, birdy?" The Joker cackled and got over him. He placed a foot on each side of Robin's body and trapped him beneath his crouching legs.

Robin grunted in an attempt to snort: "Shuddup, your smile looks more like a cat's anus than anything else." He commented and twisted around in his captures grasp, trying to crawl away from the upcoming pain. The Joker laughed crazily: "HaAHAhA, this is great! The Bat taught you humor!" He kicked Scarecrow in the ankle, when he attempted to interfere once more, willing him away like a stray dog.

Robin watched incredulously and narrowed his eyes at the man. "Get away from me, you sick—" He didn't even get to finish his sentence, before a menacing hand swung out and sliced him across the chest; this time drawing a lot of blood from his pale skin and slicing the "R" into two. Dick felt his heart thud painfully— this was so symbolic it felt sarcastic. He had chosen to disobey the Robin mantle and now he was getting sliced into pieces for it. He watched in horror as the Joker's pupils dilated at the sight of his blood. "What a pretty red... I might dye my lips in it." He said, licking his lips like a reptile again.

In the glow from the moon and the dull streetlights of Gotham he fought against the knife with his bare hands for what felt like eternity. Blows and kicks were exchanged fiercely between them as the rain kept pouring and the Joker kept the hits coming. Soon one of them would lose, when they lost their concentration.

Robin was fighting to stay conscious, his body was going numb. He couldn't feel the tips of his fingers, only his burning cheeks.

And then a rusty blade was forced against his throat. And he closed his eyes tightly and tried to prepare for the upcoming pain. Fuck.

( A/N ): Thank you for reading!

For your information: February 24th, 2012 was a Friday, which means our favorite superheroes are just entering their weekend!

Now I published this for you, so I'd appreciate if you posted a review for me! Thank you very much!

P.s... AM I GRASPING THE CONCEPT OF "EST "CORRECTLY?

July 7th, 2014