Summary: The Joker doesn't like to share his toys.
Note: So a lot of people in this fandom have done the Joker, because, well-he's just awesome! There are some awesome stories out there that touch of Joker's possessiveness with the Bats, and I like whump and angst, ergo the creation of this story! I made him more like TAS with a blend of Nolan's than YJ's version of him. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or OOCness! Enjoy.
Play Thing
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
The Young Justice team was shocked. Their simple recon mission had turned into something more-something much more, and something deadlier.
They had heard stories of course, from Robin and Kid Flash, about the crazed mad man who wanted nothing but to create a little bit of anarchy and scare the world with his version of fun. Kid tended to go more into detail. Robin felt comfortable with his team, but they would often give him funny looks (Megan especially) when he told them stories about Gotham and her notorious criminals.
She was a dark city that had a dark protector, and therefore seemed to breed a newer type of criminal, a dark and insane variety that were whispered in the underworld and dark alleys.
The Joker was one of the most infamous baddies of Gotham and one of Batman's archenemies. By association, he also became Robin's. The Boy Wonder had gone against the Joker many times, much to Batman's displeasure, but there was only so much he could do to shield his partner from one of Arkham's most criminally insane.
Insane laughter that chilled the very soul made the team come together more, forming a circle as they glanced around. Robin had lost all his laughter and wordplay, a frown evident through his mask. Kid Flash also had a determined frown on his face, taking note from Robin and following his example. The Joker was no one to haphazardly mess around with. Superboy looked angry, which was no surprise, especially given that Miss Martian looked a little nervous and hovered near her boyfriend. Artemis had an arrow notched on her bow, moving it from side to side as if she saw shadows moving. Aqualad had his waterbearers out and ready for action, eyes searching for their foe.
"Aw Birdboy! I miss you! As soon as I heard that you joined up with this stupid little team," his voice became angrier, deadlier, before suddenly pitching high again with laughter, "I knew you needed a visit from your good ol' Uncle Jay!"
"Come out Joker, now!" Robin yelled, fingers already on three batarangs, ready to launch them into the air. He was use to handling the Joker, but with Batman, with a man who he trained and learned under, who he knew almost like the back of his hand. With this team, this inexperienced team, Robin couldn't deny he felt some worry.
The Joker, for all his chaos and craziness, was not someone to be trifled with, and was a formidable villain.
"Now, now, that's no way to talk to ol' Uncle Jay! I've come so far to see you and take you home!"
"Take me-home?" Now Robin was confused. Of all the things he expected, Robin wasn't expecting this.
The lights came on and bodies of various low level criminals were strewn around the warehouse ground, smiles etched on their faces and eyes wide with fear. No doubt they died less than peacefully. These were the people the team was meant to recon and gather information against. So apparently, the Joker wasn't employing these thugs... then why was he here?
"Why yes, take you home Boy Blunder! Gotham just isn't the same without you!" The Joker stepped into the light with that ever present grin still on his face. Robin didn't need to look to see that some of his teammates were disturbed.
"You will not be taking Robin anywhere, Joker." Aqualad said in his stern, team-leader voice.
The Joker frowned and a shift seemed to take over. Robin barely had time for his eyes to widen before he sprung into action, shoving Kaldur out of the way as a 'bang' flag was shot into the wall near where the Atlantean had previously been standing.
"You shut your mouth, fishboy. I'm not talking to you or the rest of your filthy team." He was still smiling, but death and anger were in his eyes. He looked at each of their faces before finally landing on Robin. "You should know, I don't like to share with my toys!"
Joker goons sprung on the ground-clearly not all of the bodies were Joker victims, and those shadows could hide really well too!-and provided just the distracting that the Joker needed.
Robin cried out when he was knocked to the side and then sharply hit in the head, making his world spin. He heard Superboy roar in anger at the noise. Suddenly, a burlap sack scooped him up and his world suddenly turned to darkness.
He struggled, hearing the sounds of his friends and their cries when they saw him birdnapped by the Joker. The batarang started to cut through the strangely thick material before he realized what the sickly sweet scent was that the bag seemed bathed in.
Chloroform registered in his mind before he collapsed bonelessly in the sack and all consciousness fled him.
TBC