Repeated History

Chapter 1: Reoccurring Nightmare

The beatings of the crowbar bruised every ounce of my body. All of the happiness in my being was ripped out by the painful whacks the piece of metal. The sounds of his bone chilling cackles filled the empty warehouse as he taunted and abused me. My vision started to blur as my body went numb. I stared at the ground to find the floor painted red with my blood. I was unable to breathe due to a punctured lung, and the wind was knocked out of me. I stared at the locked door when beeping sounded. The countdown of the clock was brought to my attention. It started getting faster…and faster. It wouldn't stop!

Jason opened his eyes to the sound of his alarm. He was in his apartment again…away from the Joker and far from Wayne Mansion. The nightmare has haunted him for many years now, and still does, today. 6pm the clock read. Jason caught his breath as he sat up in his ratty, torn up bed. Jason sighed as his eyes panned around the small room.

"Time to go to work…" he said with the slightest bit of enthusiasm. He got up off the bed and headed to the bathroom where he laid the same suit he had on the other night. He threw on his biker jacket, mask and combat boots and headed out his back door which hid a motorcycle. He hopped on, put on his Red Hood helmet and drove to the streets of Gotham. He scanned the alley ways for muggings and illegal drug dealing.

After about an hour of searching Gotham for its scum, he came across Golden Boy, Replacement and the Demon Spawn…what a team…

They were surrounding another empty Warehouse-there seems to be a lot of those in Gotham- using their night vision goggles to track the place.

As Jason drove by the team, Nightwing spotted Jason. He put down his night vision goggles and jumped off the building he was on top of, did a quadruple somersault and landed right in front of Jason's bike. Jason exhaled.

"What do you want?" Jason said, even though he really didn't care.

"Joker's in there…" the eldest brother pointed to the Warehouse, "Thought we could use your help."

Jason looked at his first Replacement, at "it" meaning Damian, and back at Golden Boy.

"Sorry, I got other plans." Jason said, rejecting the chance to finally get full revenge on the man- no, Monster- that killed him.

"Where's the old man?" Jason said with a smirk hidden under his hood.

"Trying to stop Talia and her league of Shadows." Nightwing answered without hesitation.

"How does the kid feel about this?" Jason said sarcastically, leaning his elbows on his motorcycle handles, mimicking a teenage girl trying to get the latest gossip. His brother looked at him as he joked around.

"He won't talk about it…" Nightwing answered. Jason began to get tired of these games.

"Look, as much as I'd rather NOT help you…I'm still not helping you…you look like you have things under control." Jason began to start his motorcycle back up. He walked it passed Golden boy, then stopped for a moment.

Then again, I never DID get to finish my little punishment I had for him…maybe I should help." Jason said. A sly smile began to form on the assassin's face. He wheeled his bike into an alley way and covered it with cut up branches and bushes. He casually walked up to Nightwing, ready to take down the persona he took after. Dick held his hand out to Jason's chest. Jason huffed.

"What?" he said throwing his arms up mid-way to his hips.

"No killing." Nightwing ordered. Jason threw his head back and let out an annoyed sigh.

"Well, what the hell am I supposed to use then?" Jason questioned.

"Try your fists…" Nightwing said. He walked away from his red masked brother. Jason began to shake from anger. He pointed his gun at his older brother, tempting himself to do it. He held it there for a second, and then pulled back, restraining himself.

He's your brother, for God's sake! Put the freaking gun DOWN! His mind shouted. He did what his mind told him and followed his older brother to the roof top.

"One of these days…" Jason murmured under his breath. They grappled up to the roof together and crouched down to look at the building. Dick handed Jason an ear piece, and gestured him to move to the building on the opposite end, completely surround the building. As Jason did was he was told, the Demon Spawn's voice came on, talking to Nightwing.

"You invited Todd to help us too? Are we not strong enough to handle the clown and his girlfriend ourselves?" Damian said, not so happily.

"Good to see you too, baby bird…" Jason said sarcastically. He could hear Damian exhale heavily.

"So what's the plan, Nightwing?" Red Robin, also known as Tim Drake, Jason's replacement asked.

"Okay…first we'll-

Static overcame Jason's ear piece

"Nightwing? You there?" Jason whispered into the ear piece.

"Hello?" Jason said again.

"HELLOO second Boy Blunder! I've been expecting you for some time now! It's been too long!" a familiar voice took over the ear piece. Jason's blood began to boil as he realized who the voice belonged to. The voice he heard so many years ago from his last moments as Robin.

"What do you want?" Jason's voice was full of morbidity as he listened to the clown that took over the signal.

"Aw! Don't you miss your old friend? I know I've missed you!" the clown taunted. "Anyway, I see you on the roof top and Harley and I just wanted to say that we are ready for your arrival." The grin was unmistakably heard in his voice. Jason looked at the Warehouse and faintly saw a purple and green figure waving back at him. His heart began to race as he noticed the clown.

"Welp! See you all inside!" the Joker sang, "I'm looking forward to it…" the connection with the Joker disconnected and went back to the conversation with Nightwing.

"-and then we'll take them down." Nightwing finished. Jason never heard the conversation, nor did he care what Dick had to say about the plan. Jason stood up and leaped down to the Warehouse below.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Nightwing shouted through the ear piece. Jason through the earpiece out of his ear and walked into the building through the door that lead to the roof. He swiftly, but quietly move his way down the narrow hallway of stairs.

The door on the second floor was unlocked. Without consulting with his common sense, he walked in, armed with his gun.

"SURPRISE!" Harley Quinn shouted as she connected her mallet with Jason's face. The Red Hood helmet cracked and he fell to the ground. His ears filled with hysterical cackles. His eyes began to get heavy, and the last thing he remembered was falling to the ground and seeing a blurred image of a purple and green clown and red and black Harlequin. His groan was the last thing he heard before his vision went black.