"Help! Someone! Help me!"
Tim's head snapped around at the sudden cry for help. He darted to the darkened alley where the voice was heard and was met with the silhouette of a woman cornered by two tall, strong men.
"Help!" she screamed again, shortly realizing Robin had come to her aid. "Oh thank goodness you're here!" she exclaimed and ran to him. As she stepped in to the light, Tim felt a sudden urge to run away. Before him, bearing a comically large mallet, was Harley Quinn, the Joker's nefarious yet dim henchgirl/girlfriend. Whatever the relationship was, she worshipped him. The Joker was behind this. And Tim had stepped right in to his trap. "We've been waiting for you."
"Harley Quinn," he said quietly, stepping backwards as she and the hoods approached him.
She smirked, "Now just hold still and this won't hurt a bit."
The men lunged at Robin who bared his fists, prepared to fight. Unfortunately, it was made painfully clear to him that he was outnumbered. He took punches to the ribs with muffled grunts in pain. Harley snickered maliciously watching him beaten.
"Oops. Lied."
Robin was enraged. He refused to go down without a fight. He returned the blows he had taken, practically pummeling the hoods. Harley wound up her mallet, prepared to take a swing at him. Robin quickly pulled it out of her hands with such force that sent her crashing in to a collection of trashcans with a cry.
Robin stepped back again, prepared to fight again when a purple leather glove wrapped around his shoulder. From that glove, a massive electric charge surged through him. With a shocked scream, Robin collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
"A bird in the hand…" the Joker chuckled, stepping in to the streetlight, the buzzer in his palm smoking. Harley giggled as one of the men scooped up Robin like a limp doll. The Joker greeted Harley chuckling. She held him in a tight embrace as they all disappeared in to the night, laughing hysterically, taking The Boy Wonder with them.