Hey everybody, I adopted this from YueRaven224. I made a few adjustments to the first two chapters, which she wrote. I just did this so it would be easier to work with and for people to understand.
Also, I would like to know what pairing(s) you guys would like. There will be not a lot of Zatanna, so if you could choose someone else for Robin, that'd be great. Tell me if you prefer no pairings too, or just none for Robin! I'd be happy to oblige!
And I'm still pretending Wally's the only one who knows Robin's secret ID!
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.
Robin's POV
Another scream ripped through my throat as Joker made another cut in my chest. I was vaguely aware of my team begging Joker to stop. The insane clown just keeps laughing as he continues dragging the knife across my chest. He finally pulls the knife away and laughs, admiring his work. I glanced down to see a jagged, bleeding 'Joker' scrawled across my chest.
I look into my teammates eyes as Joker leaves to retrieve his next torture device. The lenses of my mask had fallen off sometime back, so they could see the fear and pain in my eyes as clearly as I could see it in theirs.
This wasn't how the mission was supposed to go! It was supposed to be a simple covert mission, but then again it always was, wasn't it? Surprisingly, it was me who screwed up. Can you blame me? After all, seven years ago today, my parents died.
This is all my fault, just like that was.
"I am sorry, Robin." Kaldur said. Why was he apologizing? It was MY fault!
"No, Kal, I'm sorry. I should have known tha-"
Wally cut me off. "Why are you apologizing?! Dick, you sacrificed yourself to be tortured by him, knowing fully well what he can do, just to protect us! And on today of all days!"
I didn't know how to reply so I stayed silent. The doors crashed open and the Clown Prince of Crime walked in with his signature eerie smile plastered on his face. He pulled out a knife and leaned in close to my face.
"Well, Bird Boy, I gotta leave soon, Batsy should be on his way now. I just wanted to give you another keepsake from your Uncle J!" He laughed and stuck his knife into the left corner of my mouth. I glared, trying to keep an otherwise straight face.
"Why so serious?" He cackled like the maniac he was as he slashed the knife upwards, making it look like a smile. The cuts didn't go through, but were deep enough to scar. He laughed and did the right side too, making the smile bigger.
He backed up and grinned. I felt him balance something on the top of my head, but I couldn't tell what it was because I was incredibly dizzy from blood loss. It was apparently something bad, due to the fact that my teammates were screaming and begging Joker to take it off.
He laughed, refused and walked out the door, his laughs still bouncing off the walls. My teammates struggled against their restraints and I became aware of a ticking nose.
Ticking? Oh, it's a bomb.