Heya person currently reading this and now thinking about me telling you that you are reading this. Oh God that got confusing. WELL THEN! So, this story is going to be mainly centered around Dick Grayson, who is going to be around 25 (?) and he is Nightwing, Jason will be around 20 and he is recently revived Red Hood, Tim will be like 16 and he's Red Robin, and Damian-the-Demon will be 12 he's Robin. Yeah. That's what I'm gonna do. Got a problem? Leave. (Please don't I need the views.-.) This story is going to kind of be similar to my other story "Carnival" where one of the bat boys has been kidnapped. Okay, I hope you enjoy this story!
Dick Grayson's Point of View
I failed. I failed everyone. Bruce, Jason, Timmy, Dami, Alfred…
"Wakey-wakey!"
A cackling voice ripped through my head, causing me to jerk up.
"Oh yay! Bat brat number one is awaaaake!" The voice crooned.
I struggled to open my eyes, only to see a thick black cloth covering my heavy eyes. When I tried to move my arms around I realized that they were tied behind me, tight. I struggled and tried to break the bonds that held me captive but only succeeded in chafing my already throbbing arms.
"No, no no. You can't get out yet! Playtime's barely started!" With a shock, I realized with who was holding me captive.
"Joker." A thin whisper crawled out of my dry, rasping voice. I shuddered in pain when I said that, it felt like I hadn't had water in days.
He must have heard me, because I felt a warm breath of air on my face," Oh ho ho. Guess who finally got with the game?" With a tug he ripped off my blindfold and I found myself staring into a white face, accented by the smear of red around his mouth, and topped off with green hair.
Coughing, I managed to spit out," Where am I?"
He answered with me a slap across the face, causing me to reel back against the stiff chair. "I ask the questions here! Now, shut your trap and let me monologue!"
A thin line of blood leaked from my mouth as Joker started pacing around me. My vision was starting to clear up and I saw that we were in a warehouse that had stacks of crates, sitting nearby on a box was Jonathan Crane. In his hands he had a gun that had a canister attached to it, probably filled with his fear toxin. As Joker circled around me, I let his voice fade out which left me to my thoughts. I tried to inconspicuously look around for possible exits or ways out that I could quickly get to. There seemed to be no obvious door, or opening but I could see an air vent that I might be able to get into if I really needed to, but hopefully I'll be able to take these guys down before that need arrives.
"Are you listening?! I swear, you guys never listen to me." Joker pouted when he looked back at my vacant face. He snapped his fingers then suddenly I was doused with freezing water, leaving me gasping for air.
"Now are you listening?" He grabbed my hair and wrenched my head up to face him," I bet you are."
When he let go, my head sagged against my chest before I raised it and looked him in the eyes," Why would I pay attention to you, all of you bad guys say the same thing." I said with a smirk.
Joker sighed and motioned for his goons behind me," Someone needs to teach you manners, just like I taught the second boy wonder."
Before I could say anything I felt something metal connect with my skull and the chair I was in got thrown to the floor. Groaning, I tried to reach for my boot that I knew held a thin knife I could use to cut my bonds. With my eyes screwed tight, I slipped my hand into my shoe while the King of Clowns spoke to his minions and wrapped my hands around a piece metal. As I pulled it out I slowly started sawing on the ropes while my face was still pressed into the floor, making sure not to make noise. I got a rope off of my left foot and started working on my right one when the same metal as earlier came in contact with my back.
I let out a moan of pain as I heard something in my back crack, and my knife fell out of my hand. The rope around my other foot was broken so I started on my right wrist, sawing more quickly than before. When the final ropes snapped I tried to roll onto my back, I got to my side when I saw a tire wrench swinging toward my abdomen. Gasping with pain, I quickly got to my knees and shakily stood.
"Oooh, get your big boy pants on?" Joker stood in front of me smiling his crazed smile as I swayed back in forth, in an attempt to stay upright.
With my knife raised, I kept my face forward and started running toward the air vent I had previously seen. My ribs were on fire and my back was screaming in pain as I limp/ran toward the possible exit, still making sure I had my eyes on Joker.
He let out an exaggerated breath and looked at his goons, then pointed to me," It's no fun when you run away! Boys, get him."
Two large men started lumbering after me, but I was faster and got to the air duct. Using my knife, I pried open the metal and started inching in trying not to hurt myself more then I already had, but only got a foot in before a meaty hand wrapped around my ankle and pulled me out. As I was being pulled, my ribs dragged across the vent and I growled in pain and frustration while trying to kick the man.
He grabbed me and started dragging me toward Joker, but I still had my knife and tried to slash my captor, only annoying him further.
"Oh Butch, please take the little stabby stick from our friend." Joker said when I was gracelessly dumped on the floor, grunting in pain when 'Butch' tore the knife from my tight fist.
"What," I coughed," Didn't think it was fair to give me a fighting chance?" Apparently he didn't, because the wrench was slammed into my knee. I bit down on my lip, trying not to yell, and tasted blood.
One of the huge men placed a strong foot into the side of me, rolling me painfully over onto my back. The next few minutes were like when a herd of bullies pick on a little kid, kicking him while he's curled up on the floor trying to absorb the blows until the principal comes to save him. When they stopped I was gasping in an attempt to get my breath back, and my arms were wrapped around my ribs in pain. I felt like I was a little boy again, not knowing how to stand up for myself, waiting for someone to save me.
"Ah, are you ok down there? You look like you're in a bit of pain. Howzabout' I make it… a bit sharper."
Suddenly, there was a blinding pain in my side and I looked down to see a long bladed knife stuck into me. My mouth opened and closed like a fish as I tried to stanch the blood flow, pain causing me to tense up. My left eye was closed, swollen from the beating, so I could only look at the clown partially when he bent down to pull the knife out.
"How's that feel? I can't wait to see the last light blink out of your innocent eyes, as you drown in your own blood." He was looking at me with utter contempt as my body convulsed.
The stone cold look on his face suddenly transformed into his usual crazy smile as he pulled out a camera," You know what? I bet Daddy Bats would like to see your beautiful smile. Let's see some teeth!"
There was a bright flash that left me momentarily blinded; a flash that I knew was the camera taking a picture of me.
Oh God I thought he's going to send that to Bruce…
The metal wrench slammed into my head, and darkness flooded my vision as my last cohesive thought was I failed. I'm so sorry Bruce.
Sorry this took so long to make, I started writing this a day ago and didn't really have time to finish it. I'm thinking of making a few more stories like this, all which involves the boys being captured. So there is Carnival, Failure (this one) and I'll make one for Damian and Tim. I recently got an awesome (and expensive) animation program so I've been trying to finish a long animation that has been taking up most of my time. Okay, buh-bye! I hope you have a lovely day!