Hey everybody. This story is going to contain quite a bit of graphic torture, so be prepared for that. If there are any metaphors that just don't work or don't sound good, please let me know for future reference. Or if there are metaphors that work really well, I'd love to know that too. So enjoy the story, and be sure to review!

Smoke was everywhere. Fire flared up like a never-ending disease. The smell of burning wood hung in the thick, ash coated air. Thick, black clouds of debris blocked the sun. And to think all this had been just a recon mission. What had gone wrong? Oh yeah, the Joker showed up.

Robin was nearly unconscious under a pile of concrete and dry wall. In the midst of hacking into the Injustice League's computers, Black Atom had found him. After that, things had gone downhill. Way downhill. So far that the great Boy Wonder himself had been hit in the head with a block of concrete, and he was now trapped in a burning building.

He couldn't breathe, he could feel his body being crushed under the concrete, and he was fighting with all his might just to stay conscious. Everything was silent except for the crackling of fire and the occasional thunk of parts of the building falling. But suddenly he heard a faint voice. It sounded like somebody was calling his name. No, he was just imagining it.

"Robin!" There it was again. Louder this time.

Robin tried to use what little strength he had left to look around for the source of the voice. After a moment, he thought he spotted a flash of yellow. A small spar of hope flickered in his stomach and he picked up a small piece of rubble and tried to throw it. It was a weak throw, but the rubble landed on a piece of metal, giving a small clink through the building. His eyes were nearly closed when he saw a yellow blur above him. And then all went dark.

Robin slowly pulled his eyelids off his eyes, allowing the blinding light to assault his tired blue orbs. He blinked a few times until he adjusted to the brightness, which proved not too bright. He felt something cool on his wrists, which was odd with his gloves – wait, his gloves! He didn't feel them. He looked up to see his wrists bound in chains above his head, but no gloves. Hold on, he was bound in chains! That wasn't a good sign. But he had been rescued, right? Oh no. Wally!

Robin frantically looked around, but soon spotted Kid Flash in the same position he was in, hanging from the ceiling, bound in chains. No, not chains. Was that barbwire? There was a small, crimson trail streaking his arms. His exposed arms. KF was missing the top part of his suit! Thank goodness they still had their masks on, though.

The Boy Wonder scanned the room, trying to figure out where they were. It was a basic room with cracks running through the floor and walls. The room was empty except for the two young heroes, and all the dirt, grime, and mold that resided in the structure. There was also an old door on the other side of the room and one on the left wall.

Robin looked at KF again, shocked he was still unconscious, and could only assume Wally had been knocked out a while after him. "KF," he whispered, studying the chains to find a way out of them. "KF."

"Mmm, just five more minutes," Wally mumbled groggily.

"Kid, wake up," Robin said, more sternly this time.

"What?" Wally whined, slowly opening his eyes, and getting his feet under him. "Ow." He looked up and saw the barb wire digging into his wrists. He then saw Robin and his current state. "Oh. Crap."

"Still want five more minutes?"

"Yeah, I do."

Dick rolled his eyes and went back to examining his chains. "Think you can phase out of that wire?"

"Yeah. But you might as well just cut my hands off first, because I would shred my wrists just picking up speed. So yeah, I could, if I wanted to lose my hands."

"Ok ok. That's not overly helpful."

"No, it isn't."

A few minutes later, there was a click at the door before it started to squeak as it opened. Dick and Wally turned their attention to who was entering, not overly thrilled at who it was. Not surprised, though, either.

"Boy oh boy, we have the boy blunder and the speedy baby!" A heart freezing, ear piercing, evil, yet recognizable cackle echoed through the room.

"Its Kid Flash," Wally corrected through gritted teeth.

"Oh details details. Same thing." The clown prince of crime, Gotham menace, the Joker, casually walked up to Wally, dropping his clanking black duffel bag on the floor with a thunk.

"What do you want now, Joker?" Robin questioned.

"What I always want, you silly little birdie. I want the identity of Batman."

"Well you aren't taking our identities, so you must not want it that bad," Wally said, not thinking before speaking. As usual.

Robin shot him a look and he immediately realized what he'd just said.

"Oh no no no. What's the fun in that?" Joker replied. "Besides, I'll take them when we're finished here."

"Dumb clown," Wally muttered.

"What was that?"

Dick sighed and clenched his fists. Wally was lucky he was chained up right now.

"Nothing," KF quickly replied.

"Mhmm, that's what I thought." Joker clapped his hands together. "Anyway, back to business. I think you both know how this goes. I beat you to a bloody pulp until you tell me who the Bat is, but. But…" Joker held a finger up. "We are going to change things up a bit. Make it a bit more…interesting. Bird Brain here is going to watch his little speedy baby buddy," Jocker pinched Wally's cheek, "get beaten to a bloody pulp instead." He gave Wally a 'light' slap across the face.

Dick's eyes went wide. "No! He doesn't even know the identity of Batman." Which was a lie.

"Perhaps. But you do And I'm sure if I do enough to your little goody two shoes friend, you'll tell me."

"Robin." KF's voice was serious with no emotion in it at all. "No matter what, don't say a word. I can handle it."

Dick was about to say something, but was interrupted by a huge laughing fit by the Joker. "Oh boy, this is too good! Ha! You two are just two cute! Getting all serious and 'heroic'." The evil clown continued his laughing fit as he walked over to the duffle bag.

Robin and KF held a silent conversation through their eyes while the psycho clown was busy digging through his bag of brutal toys. Dick was torn. Could he really watch his best friend suffer the wrath of Gotham's top criminal? Would he be able to keep quiet while listening to Wally's agonized screams? But he couldn't turn in his mentor. His adopted father who he loved and who loved him. But he loved Wally like a brother. Sometimes he had to remind himself they weren't related at all. How could he choose?

A muffled scream ripped through Robin's thoughts, and his eyes went wide at what he saw.