Dick Grayson, aka Batman felt fairly sure he was going to puke later. He pressed his foot down harder on the gas pedal of the Batmobile, as if it wasn't already pressed to the floor.

Please, please let Robin be ok…

…..

Robin glared at his captor through an eye that was most definitely going to swell shut in a few minutes. "Tt. Psycho."

The Joker laughed, swinging his crowbar up onto his shoulder. "Cute. Laughing in the face of death. You're taking this almost as well as I did!"

Damian glared at him again, but then Damian glared at most people. "Please, Todd, the big difference between me and you is that Batman will be here any moment for me, and with you, my father simply couldn't be bothered."

Crack!

Damian gasped as something in his ankle shattered, broke.

"Aw, did that hurt? Here, this will take your mind off of it."

Damian clenched his teeth, trapping a scream in his throat as Jason Todd, the Joker, swung the crowbar at his side and arm, breaking bones.

Jason put the crowbar down and leaned against the wall, surveying the bloody Robin tied to a chair.

"You know, they say those who forget history are doomed to repeat it."

"My, aren't we chatty today…" snapped Damian.

Jason laughed and grabbed a handful of Damian's hair, bringing his jagged red smile far too close to Damian's face for comfort.

"See, when he lost one kid to a psycho, he really should have quit. But no, the great and powerful Batman just can't live without a delusional, vigilante wannabe kid!" Jason let go of Damian and stepped back. "And then he died. So it's up to me to teach this new Batsy a lesson. And I'm afraid there's quite a bit of pain for you in the curriculum."

"And you're going to do it dressed as he man who murdered you? I thought you were supposed to have style, Todd. But really, what should we expect from such a blatant copycat? First Robin, then Red Hood, Then, somewhere in your sick delusional mind, you actually thought you could be Batman! And when that failed, as you always fail, you took the only option left. The only person who really saw you for what you are. The means to an end. And you'll be ours, too. Batman and Robin rid Gotham of new, pathetic Joker."

Jason sighed, and pulled a knife out of his boot. "First, I do have style. My Joker is way more motorcycle fetish than flashy maitre de. And second, maybe you're right. Maybe I am just a copycat. But guess what?"

Jason took the knife and slowly pushed it into Damian's shoulder.

"Take it from someone who knows, kid. Being right means nil when you're dead. As I think you're going to find out, very soon. After all, if I am a copycat Joker, there's really only one way this can end."

Jason picked up an object from a table.

"Bomb."

He gestured to the boxes stacked around the warehouse.

"Dynamite. Now we find out, whose Batman was better. Who really cared. Who's good enough to actually save their little pet."

Jason dropped the timer back onto the table, patted Damian on the head, slipped his purple leather jacket on, and walked for the door.

"Oh, and if you don't make it-"Jason flipped his collar up, flashing a wide grin at Damian. "Tell the big man I say hello."

…..

Dick slammed on the brakes in front of a warehouse, opened the door, and ran toward the building.

Please, not again, please, not Robin…