Didn't I keep my promise! Here is the Batman fanfiction that I promised to make. This one is going to pretty long and I'm also going to start giving trigger warnings at the start of chapters that have torture and such. Also, this isn't a Batman Arkham Knight AU, because if it was, I would have posted this in the Batman Arkham Knight fanfiction archive. This one is just a bit different and you'll see why soon. So, I hope you enjoy!


It was just supposed to be another charity ball. Just another huge, expensive party to show his face and give money to another worthy case. But he never expected to be where he was now. It was just during the party, when he heard the loud sound of gunshots. He was discussing how much to donate with another party guest when everyone started to fall down and cover their heads. He looked away from whomever he was talking to and looked over at the entrance of the ballroom. All of the guests started to run away from the gunmen dress in black and clown paint. Bruce clenched his fists because he knew exactly who had decided to ruin the ball. The Joker. Joker walked into the ballroom dressed in his notorious purple suit and his green hair was slicked back with what seemed to be way too much gel. He was giggling with glee as he entered. "Hello rich people of Gotham!" he yelled, jumping up onto a table to get a better view of the people attending the ball. "I'm sure you all are wondering why I'm here. Well, I'm looking for someone, and I'm sure without a hint of doubt that he's here in this room."

"Batman's not here!" yelled a party goer who was sitting at the table Joker was standing on.

"Thank you for that wonderful observation!" Joker said to her, before shooting her in the chest and making everyone at the table run to her side. "Fun fact dearie! I'm not interested in finding Batman."

Bruce wanted to run away from the ballroom and get dressed into the batsuit but The Joker's men had gun's pointed at almost everyone. If he even shifted the wrong way, he'd be shot in the chest and it would be bye bye Batman. "Actually, I'm looking for the billionaire playboy. Where oh where is Bruce Wayne?"

Bruce was bit confused to why The Joker wanted him instead of Batman. Maybe he was trying to lure Batman to him with a hostage. Bruce suddenly looked down at The Joker, who had gotten very impatient at the no reply from his "captive" audience. "How about we play a game?" Joker laughed at himself for a moment. "For every second that Bruce Wayne doesn't reveal himself." Joker shot another person, making the victim fall of his chair and clutch his shoulder in pain. "I'll kill double the party guests! So, who's next Bruce?!"

Bruce then pushed through some of the hysterical people, scared for their lives, until he was right in front of The Joker and some of his gunmen. "Don't shoot anyone else." Bruce said, holding his hands out in front of him. "Okay? What do you want? Money? My company? You can have it, but leave these people alone!"

The Joker smiled widely at the sight of the rich man. Joker snapped his fingers at his two men and they moved over to Bruce and grabbed his arms and forced them behind him. "Don't worry about a thing Brucie. You can keep all those wonderful things. We're just gonna take a little trip. It'll be fun!"

"I'm not going anywhere with you." Bruce said, grinding his teeth together.

Joker pulled out his gun and pointed it at a little boy. The child began to wail. "Don't fight me Mr. Wayne. You come with me. No one gets hurt. Deal?"

Bruce looked at the crying kid and back at The Joker. Bruce growled in frustration of there being no other option and he put his hands on his head. Joker laughed and pushed the child into the arms of his father. "Excellent!"

The sirens of the police cars suddenly wailed from the windows of the ballroom. Someone must of secretly called 911. "Come on! Come on! We don't want to miss our car! Hurry, hurry!" Joker called to his men as they pulled Bruce. They grabbed his arms and hauled him to the back of the ballroom. There was a van waiting for them. The men forced Bruce into the back of the van and Joker sat directly next to him. "Hey, hey. Hurry up and tie him up. You know how important it is that Brucie his dressed correctly for this event." Joker told his men as the van started to speed off.

One of the buff gunmen nodded and pulled out a thick zip tie from his back pocket. He crossed Bruce's wrists and tightly locked the tie in place. Bruce was going nowhere. "The Batman will come for me." Bruce told The Joker through gritted teeth, trying his best to play the part of a kidnapped victim.

"Oh don't worry ol' Brucie ol' pal. We'll worry about The Batman later. Right now, we're just going to focus on you you you!" Joker replied, tapping his nose as if he was a child.

"You'll never get away with this."

"I was never supposed to get away with a lot of things. But yet... HERE WE ARE!" Joker began to giggle and laugh like there was no tomorrow. Bruce shifted against the zip tie violently and banged his head against the wall of the van. He knew that Dick would start looking for him. He knew that Tim was probably already searching for him. He'd be out of this ordeal soon, but for know he had to play the part of the helpless, innocent, billionaire playboy kidnapping victim.


Bruce was right. Dick had heard about the kidnapping. As soon as he heard, he dropped everything and hauled ass to Wayne Manor. He had changed into his Nightwing suit and rode his motorcycle as fast as he could to the ballroom where Bruce had been taken. Tim had changed into his Red Robin suit and grappled his way through the city, following Nightwing to the crime scene. Robin landed on his feet on the sidewalk as Nightwing pulled up beside him. They both walked over to the blue and red blaring lights of the crime scene. Commissioner Gordon was already interviewing some of the witnesses as the paramedics loaded the two shot people into an ambulance. Gordon had noticed the two kind of superheroes walking up to them. "What happened?" Nightwing asked, trying not to show any emotion of his adopted father being kidnapped.

"According to some of witnesses, The Joker crashed into the ballroom and shot two people, demanding for Bruce Wayne."

"The billionaire?" Red Robin asked, trying to sound like he was surprised.

"Yes." Gordon replied, fixing his glasses. "No one knows why Joker wants Mr. Wayne, but we think that he's probably trying to lure Batman into a trap. Speaking of which, where is Batman?"

Nightwing swallowed and quickly made up an excuse. "He's already searching to Mr. Wayne. We're just here to get some more information."

"Okay. I need to get back to work." Gordon said, holding out his hand to the two birds.

Red Robin shook his hand first and talked while Nightwing shook it next. "We'll let you know if anything happens. Mr. Wayne will return home safe and sound."

Gordon smiled and nodded and left to walk into the crowd of witnesses and paparazzi. Nightwing and Red Robin found each others eyes. "What would The Joker want with Bruce?" Red Robin asked.

"The man's bat shit crazy. We'll just have to find some of goons and force him to tell us where he's keeping Bruce."

"What if they don't coƶperate?"

"They will. I can be very persuasive." Nightwing replied, hopping on his motorcycle. "Come on."

Red Robin put his grappling hook away and hopped on the motorcycle with his brother. He clutched his chest and Nightwing started to speed off into the streets of Gotham. As they were driving through streets, their thoughts began to grow. They were wondering if Bruce was even alive. If Joker was torturing him to some hellish extent. They knew that they needed to hurry up and find the one man that gave them a chance... before it was too late. "Alfred come in." Nightwing called to the comm.

"I'm right here sir. I'm doing a search for any sign of the crazy scum bag that kidnapped my son." Alfred sounded angry. He almost never sounds angry.

"Don't worry. We'll find him. I need you to contact my usual informants. Tell them we're looking for a clown and Mr. Wayne."

"Sending the texts now sir."

"Also, do a search for any of The Joker's usual hang out spots. Joker could just be waiting for Batman to come crashing."

"I'll see what I can do. And Nightwing?"

"Yes Al?" he asked, making a hard left turn.

"Bring him home."


Bruce was violently pulled out of the van when it came to a complete stop. Joker stepped out laughing and stretching his legs as if he had been in the van for hours. Bruce tried to pull his head to see where he was taken too, but one of the goons shoved his head down so that he was facing the ground. "No no Brucie. I can't have you spoiling the fun before it's even started!" Joker said, pulling out a polka-dotted handkerchief from his pocket. Joker pulled the cloth over Bruce's eyes, temporarily blinding him. Bruce growled in annoyance. "There. That's better! Come on boys. Let us show Mr. Wayne to his room!"

Bruce couldn't see it, but he felt one of the goon pick him up and haul him over his shoulder. Bruce was struggling against the zip tie on his wrist and the strong arm holding him in place. And thanks to the blindfold, he had no way of knowing where he was going to how to escape. No matter how many times he didn't want to admit it, The Joker was a smart and crazy son of bitch. Bruce could hear Joker humming along to some pop song as they walked. Bruce hoped that his son's were already working on a way to find and rescue him. Suddenly, the walking stopped and Bruce could hear the unlocking of a door. He was then ceremoniously thrown onto the ground. His skin scrapped on the ground and he could hear the rip of fabric on his blazer and pants. The Joker closed the door and pulled the handkerchief from Bruce's eyes. There wasn't much light in the room, so Bruce didn't have to squint his eyes against it. It was a huge room, with dozens of crates just surrounding the floor. There was also some dried blood on the ground. "This is our presidential Suite. Only the most honorable of our guests stay here!" Joker laughed, skipping around the room.

"Guests? You mean prisoners!" Bruce yelled at the criminal mastermind.

"Same difference." he said, walking to the billionaire. Joker pressed his shoe onto Bruce's back. "Someone like you. Just throws money away now doesn't he? Wastes it to his expense."

"All the charities I run say otherwise!" Bruce growled, pulling a little lightly at his zip tie.

"Oh yes. Money going to kids in need." Joker said. "They don't need money. They need loving and caring and a home. Like your... adopted... children."

"You leave my kids out of this!"

"Well, do you really have the right to call them your children. Think about your Bruce. You're just filling a void."

"I love my children. Wither they're mine our not, I love them!" Bruce said through gritted teeth.

"You love them enough to save them from dying?"

Bruce shifted his neck to look up at the clown. "What?!"

"Never mind. Forget I said anything." he said, pulling his foot of Bruce and kicking him away. "Well, I hope that you enjoy your stay with us. Be sure to play nice with the other kiddies. Buh bye!"

Bruce's eyes opened wide as the door shut loudly. Had Joker kidnapped someone else? Someone innocent? Is that why he asked about saving someone? Bruce pulled at the zip tie and it broke with a snap. He stood up and rubbed his wrists and looked around the room. "Hello?" he called out. "Is someone else here?"

For a moment, there was nothing. Only the echo of his voice. Bruce then started to walk around, to see if someone was there. And maybe just sleeping. Bruce accidentally stepped onto some discarded wood from the crates. His loafers and the wood made a loud crunch sound. Then... that got the attention of The Joker's other prisoner.

"W-Who's there?" a weak voice called from the room. Bruce looked around for a body, but he didn't see anything in the dark. "Please... leave me alone... I can't take anymore."

"Don't worry." Bruce said, walking closer to the source of the sound. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Suddenly there was silhouette of a body, cowering in the corner. Bruce slowly approached it. But, when the light suddenly hit the face of the man in the corner, Bruce suddenly lost all the energy and will to move. There, was an older man in the corner, dressed in a ripped tattered Robin uniform. Dry blood covered his leg and exposed chest, his right eye was a dark shade of purple and his hair was in much need of a trim. Bruce started to breathe heavy as he looked at the boy in the corner. "J-Jason?"


Yup! This is a Jason Todd story. I've read a lot of Jason Todd stories recently and I finally decided it was time I make my own. Like I stated earlier, each episode with some torture will have a trigger warning. So, remember to share, favorite, follow and review. I'll see you all super duper soon!