AN: Hey guys! Sorry for not updating on Saturday, but I was at a marching band thing all day! I know, I know. I'm a big nerd. I already knew that though. Okay, back on track. I am updating today, Wednesday, and Saturday, just as a thank you for the follows and the lovely review by cerealkiller78. Thank you so much for your kind words! Okay, now that that's done, on to the story! Excelsior! ~Wingnut12
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Chapter 2
"Go ahead, Scary, give it to him." Joker said, moving aside so Scarecrow could step closer to Nightwing's arm. Nightwing tensed, ready for the inevitable needle injection.
Scarecrow injected the concoction into Nightwing's arm, sending a burning sensation all through Nightwing's body. He jumped against the restraints in pain, feeling as though he were on fire.
As he started to sink into unconsciousness, he could feel the Joker beating him to a pulp, but he couldn't scream in pain. He couldn't do anything but breathe, and he could barely even do that. As he felt a rib snap under joker's barrage of fists, he felt a giggle escape his lips. A punch to his face, most likely leaving a black eye, and he laughed. The serum was starting to take full effect. Then he slipped into complete oblivion.
