AN: Hey guys! I'm semi-serious about this thing so please be gentle. :3 This is purely for entertainment purposes so if you have any opinions or tips or just want to say hi, go ahead and do that review thing. Everything helps. Oh and definitely if you want to see a certain thing happen or said let me know and if I like it, I'll put it into a chapter. Really excited for this fanfic so Enjoy!~~
Chapter One: A Bird of The Night
What are you doing?, Tim silently breathed to himself. He was crouched on the roof of a warehouse clinging to the shadows of Gotham. He was given a tip to where The Joker was hiding out since his recent escape from Arkham, and he has little time to act. He didn't want to come alone, hence his cross question towards himself, but no one was available. B has an important business dinner to go to. Dick is out of the country on a mission. Jason is...well unavailable- he keeps to himself. Damian is at his friends house, and bringing him is completely out of the question which only leaves Tim.
Adrenaline fills the Red Robin as he moves to enter to warehouse. What are you DOING?, he repeats in his head. This is a stupid idea, but it's even more stupid to not at least check it out. This is his job. Okay, just a quick look around and then I'm gone. He stealthily infiltrates the building and remains unseen as he searches for any evidence that The Joker is here. He keeps to the ceiling, looking down at the boxes, crates and huge shelves that litter the warehouse. After skimming through the rafters for a birds eye view (heh), the Red Robin dropped to the ground to search the boxes doubting he'd find anything.
After an hour or so of digging through junk, Tim was about ready to call it a night. See? Nothing to worry about. Just a bad tip with false information. He was going around making sure nothing was out of place when he spotted something peeking out behind a shelf. Though he was fairly certain there was nothing in the depot, he had to make sure. If he misses something and the joker gets away, it'll be all his fault. He swiftly made his way over to the shelf to get a closer look. The wheels in his brain struggled to turn and he picked up the sole playing card.
"Tch tch, Baby bird." sang a scratchy voice. "You came alone?" Tim swore, spinning around in panic. He only saw the pale, smiling face for a second before he got a mouth full of smoke.
"Joker!" Tim coughed, immediately feeling the effects of the paralyzing gas. His limbs felt heavy and useless. He barely even registered The Joker's fist connecting with his stomach pitching him forward. Tim's wobbly legs gave out and he clumsily fell to the floor face first. That's gonna hurt in the morning... He thought to himself, unable to speak. Not that he'd say that outloud anyways. Joker's laugh echoed throughout the storehouse and his goons began to clamber inside, smashing through windows and crates.
"How lucky," The Joker hummed to no one and everyone at the same time. "I was just saying how I was in the need for one of Batty's little Robins." His thoughtful expression turned sour and warped. "I wanted the one he favors most: Nightwing." The villain kicked him in the stomach a couple of times. "But, this piece of shit will have to do." He said composing himself back into a twisted smile. "Load him up."
Thick meaty hands roughly grabbed Tim, blindfolding him. They carried his limp body outside and threw him in what sounded like an idling truck. Hitting the wall, Tim fell to ground breathless. He tried to not let his thoughts swirl around like they are, but his anxiety was getting to him. I really screwed up this time. Man, what is Batman going to say?! The truck was throw into gear and quickly sped off. It took sharp turns and sudden stops throwing Tim around like a ragdoll. I'm going to be sick. Can't they at least try to drive better? It's not like I have dangerous equipment strapped to my belt or anything...
Suddenly, the Red Robin didn't mind being thrown around anymore. He's hoping the emergency button on his com will be pressed somehow. It will alert everyone to his location and they'll come no matter what. Here's to hoping. The truck came to a screeching halt, throwing Tim against the back wall again.
He breathed a groan and the henchmen dragged his body into, what he could only guess is, another warehouse. They stood him upright and raised his arms over his head, suspending him off the ground by his wrists with chains and hung there for a few minutes, trying to collect his bearings. The stupid henchmen didn't bother to take the sack off his head, so he's still very confused and his mind keeps spinning. Something sickly sweet wafted to Tim. God, who sprayed perfume? It's giving me a headache. Wait...that s'no... Tim felt his eyes drooping and his ragged breathing began evening out. Damnit..they seriously need...to cool...with...drugging...