A/N: I have tried to post this stupid thing three times now and each time it says "story not found" or whatever and it's starting to make me angry... Here's to hoping this one works...
Laughter.
Pain.
No. Focus now. Concentrate.
Assessment. Like he was taught.
His feet-
Bloodied.
Legs-
Torn.
Lungs-
Burning.
Gasping for air, frantically-
Come on, focus!
Heart-
Racing.
Laughter.
Ah!
More pain- stop, think!
Chest-
Flayed.
Arms-
Broken.
Wrists-
Tied.
Fingers-
Wet.
Laughter.
Why won't it stop?
Oh gosh, it hurts, hurts so bad-!
Neck-
Immobilized.
Head-
Pounding.
More laughter.
Onto senses now-
Stop! Please stop, please!
Sight-
Crimson, clowns, glint of steel.
Smell-
Metallic, fear.
Hearing-
Splattering, laughter, screaming-
Nng!
Make it stop, make it end-
Laughter.
Fire racing through his nerves.
Twisting, writhing.
No escape, nowhere to hide-
Cracking, bones breaking, shattering.
More screaming (is that him?)
Why won't it stop? Why won't the laughing stop?
Aargh!
Salt, on his cheeks.
It stops for a moment.
"Why so serious, boy blunder?"
Then it starts again, the laughter, the pain, and it's even worse than before-
He's screaming bloody murder, can't anyone hear him? Why don't they come?
Pain.
Drip, drip, drip-
His blood is staining the floor.
He would do anything for it to end now-
Screaming.
Laughter.
He remembers he's not done with his assessment, he didn't finish his senses- that isn't good, he can't escape if he doesn't know what-
Whack!
Please... please just end it now-
He's about to reach his breaking point, there's nothing he can do, he can't move anything without it hurting anymore- hurting with blinding pain-
Then, a sound purer than a choir of angels.
Shattering glass.
There's fists pounding, though not on him for once-
Cries for mercy.
Growling.
So close now! He has to hang on, can't give up-
The laughter stops.
Everything goes quiet save his tortured breaths.
He can't move.
Someone is moving closer to him, and he's to tired to open his eyes-
He hears his name.
"Robin..."
Hands scoop him up.
Pain.
Whimpering, flinching away.
It hurts to be touched, to be moved around-
But this time, something is different.
Someone is murmuring to him comforting words of his home language, softly, sweetly, a gentle hand is running through his hair, a caring voice is apologizing for the pain and promising that everything will be okay, everything will be fine-
He stops listening, because he's already sinking into an inky blackness.
He'll be safe now. He's not worried anymore.
His father has arrived.
A/N: yeah, I needed some Robin whump. Don't we all? I hope it's clear enough that you guys can tell what's happening! And yes I know I should be updating Luthor's Assassin, but I needed something different to clear my head. Ah, sweet, sweet whumpage. And a little fluff at the end! Review, guys, I'll love you forever!