"You… ACK!"

"I'm sorry, what was that?" asked the Joker cruelly as he lifted up the blood stained crowbar. "I can't hear you right. You may have a collapsed lung." He laughed wickedly, his voice echoing throughout the abandoned shed.

He was cracked, broken, and bleeding. He was… alone.

The Joker pulled his head back off the floor. "So, how we doing?" he asked. He tried to make a move towards Joker, but was responded with his face getting slammed into the floor. Was this it? Was it the end? Would he end up like the second Robin? The one who the others talked about in hushed whispers, behind the rookies backs?

He had heard them. How he was killed in an explosion after getting beaten with a crowbar by the Joker.

Was it all over?

The door burst open, followed by light and the strangled cry of, "Robin!"