"I know I can take him! Why won't you let me help?!"

Robin looked up at Batman with a stern glare in his eyes. The two were on the top lot of a half empty parking garage Moments before the Joker had tried to throw a 'Christmas Blast' at the mall a few blocks down by placing a bomb under the main tree in the lobby. Of course, Christmas wouldn't be for a few more weeks. The first snow fall hadn't even made an appearance yet. The Joker, couldn't wait that long. He wanted to celebrate early, and what better way to throw a Christmas blast then blowing the holiday shopping rush sky-high. Batman had been able to dispose of the bomb before the Joker set it off, and Robin had evacuated everyone quick and safely from any danger. Unfortunately, the Joker had managed to skip off unnoticed leaving only the echoing of his laughter and a worn 'business card' behind.

Batman clutched the playing card in his hand until it crumpled.

"It's too dangerous. The Joker isn't someone you should mess with. I'll go alone."

"You treat me like I'm weak and useless! I can help you! We can take down the Joker together.."

There was only silence in the cold air for a few moments. Batman was the master of silence. His deep thinking always brought silent moments like this.

"...I'll go alone."

How stubborn. Robin didn't take his stubbornness so well. Especially when he wanted so desperately to help the other, but Batman saw things differently. Robin wasn't a weak and useless being. He knew Robin would be helpful if he tagged along for the more dangerous acts, but the boy was too important. Batman saw him more of a porcelain doll. He didn't want the boy to get hurt. He didn't want to see him in any position of danger. If only he could foresee what would happen later.

"You...You're..you're such a jerk!" Robin hoped on his own motorcycle and rode off in the darkness of the parking garage. The humming of his bike vanishing along with the dim leftovers of the headlights. The boy wonder was mad at him. He would rather have it that way though. Have Robin be mad at him rather then in danger. Batman sighed. Still standing as he starred forwards into the night city.

--

Rough hands grabbed and groped at Robin's body. From behind him one of the henchmen played cruelly with his nipples until they started to look raw, leaning in close and breathing down the back of his neck as he did so. Two others held down his legs to prevent him from kicking. They learned restraining him was a good idea the moment after Robin had managed to kick one right in the jaw. Of course no one found that funny except for the Joker, whose favorite part of this was seeing pain and discourage, even if it was pain against his own minions. Robin twisted his neck trying to avoid the face of a man who looked to be in his late 40's that had slid his clown mask upwards in order to reveal his mouth. He held Robin's jaw firmly, trying to hold it still. Robin wanted to scream for them to stop, he wanted to cuss out the one trying to kiss him, but he knew the moment he opened his mouth the clown minion would make his move. "Hold still kid!" The man finally slapped him harshly across the face. This made the Joker sit up in his seat to see how the young boy would react. Naturally Robin glared up at his abuser.

"Go to Hel-" His last word muffled when the henchmen slammed his lips against Robin's. Instantly his tongue invaded the younger's mouth. Exploring the warm cavern like it was candy. Robin tried to pull his head back, but the kisser shoved him forwards. Already his nipples felt like they were going to fall off. The man fondling them was being nothing close of gentle, and the two holding his legs had gotten tired of missing all the fun. One of them, still holding onto Robin's leg, moved to sit on top of it and slowly trailed his hand up Robin's leg, to his thigh, and finally right up under his boxers. Instantly Robin was distracted by the kiss, turning to see where that hand was planning to go. He caught one glimpse of the arm trailing before he was forced back into the kiss. Slowly the clown reached his hand closer and closer to his danger zone before cupping his boyhood and gripping it tightly. In a shocked reaction Robin accidentally bit down on the tongue in his mouth. Receiving a scream in his face by the henchmen that was now bleeding from his mouth.

"DAMN BRAT!" Robin had managed to slam his teeth down hard enough to cause the other to bleed. Blood poured out of his own mouth as well. Robin tried to spit it out between shivers and sniffles.

"Get away from me!"

He tried to wiggle from the wandering hands, the bleeding henchmen still trying to control the bleeding in his mouth. The others only held him down tighter, forcing him onto his stomach. Almost as if their next movements were planned, the one sitting on his leg removed his hand from Robin's boxers and pulled them down slightly from the back.Robin knew what was coming next couldn't be good. He tried thrashing even more. Kicking and screaming as hard as he could. The bleeding one grabbed his hair tightly and lifted his head before slamming it down into the hard ground. "Stay quiet kid!"

Robin whimpered from the impact, almost disappointed he wasn't knocked out. A finger suddenly penetrated him. Followed instantly by a second one.

"Savemesavemesaveme..please save me..." He whimpered under his breath wanting for Batman to any moment fly in and save him. Why hadn't he listened to Batman? Why did he have to try and be the hero?

--

"Shit!"

Batman kicked down the chair holding a fake mannequin dressed up like Robin that sat tied to it with duct tape. Batman had been given a hint that Robin was held captive in the hotel room 432 of this building. Along with the hint, it was said that if he didn't get there in time, His birdie would be BBQ. Batman glared at the mannequin's face like it was the Joker himself. Which wasn't hard to imagine, considering a red smile had been painted on the dummy along with the rest of the features needed to specify the Joker. Batman should have known something was wrong when Robin didn't return the night before. He only wished he had realized something wasn't right sooner. Now the Joker had him...and who knew if the boy was still even alive anymore...That's when he noticed the playing card sticking out from the dummy's belt. Reaching down Batman snatched it up and turned to see as what he expected an ordinary joker card. He was correct, except for an extra message the Joker typed up and slapped on.

- Do You Know

Why

The Caged

Bird

Sings?-

Cursing, Batman wanted to destroy the card as he did with the last, but rather decided to take it back to get analyzed for any sort of clue as to where Robin was.

"Please be okay...Please Robin...Stay alive.."

--

"Hey boss, you're not going to believe this...but Tweety here's no virgin."

Joker's jaw dropped at the news. Naturally it was instantly followed by a smile.

"Stop! Stop! Stop the show! All of you, stop touching him-let go-back off. Yeah, just...just move over there."

Prancing his way to the boy he leaned down and tilted his chin to look back at him, grinning ear to ear.

"Is this TRUE?"

He lightly, but repetitively slapped the side of Robin's face as if trying to get him to talk faster.

"Not only is our birdie Batty's sidekick...but his LOVER!? YAHAHAHAHA!"

The Joker felt as if he could roll on the ground laughing, which he proceeded to do at the thought of how much funnier his scheme just got. He knew the two were close...but would have never expected this.

"Hey Boss...we weren't finished yet."

One of his more impatient henchmen who wanted to get back to molesting the boy as soon as possible spoke up. The Joker looked over his shoulder and up at the masked follower who stood with his arms crossed. The others didn't seem to be very ammused either. With a sudden tilt of his head the Joker stood up, gnawing on his lower lip as he examined his henchmen.

"Yeah, back off clown. We caught the bird. We should get to have our fun with it."

The Joker made another 'tsktsk' gesture. Sighing with a smile he shrugged and flashed a grin.

"Let's just call this part of the game..." reaching into his jacket pocket the henchmen all took out runs expecting the Joker to do the same, but instead he only withdrew a hunter's knife and smiled.

"..Intermission!"

Instead of actually attacking the masked clowns, he swept the blade at a rope to his right that was tied to a sandbag. The clowns looked confused by his action, but instantly realized their situation when the rope raced upwards and the floor board beneath them opened into a door that brought them falling nearly 15 feet before hitting the icy cold water. It was a door built to be used to load and unload fishing supplies and sea critters. With them out of the way, the Joker casually turned back to the motionless boy. His eyes were slammed shut as if he were trying to escape reality with sleep. and his body was curled into a ball. His boxers were still partially pulled down, and his bruises looked almost worse then before. The Joker chattered a little tune with his teeth as he tip toed over to the abused child and kneeling down snapped his boxers.

"Tweet tweet...tweet tweet. Cooo. Cooo."

He mocked Robin with chanting different bird impressions to try and at least get a glaring reaction from him, but the boy seemed to want to mope and shiver rather then play with him. Too bad he didn't have a choice.

"So. You and TheBatMan. Tsk...tsk..tsk...whooo da' thought."

Still no reaction from the silent boy. The Joker only snapped his boxers again.

"...You wanna know how I got these scars?"

Always a conversation starter, but Robin didn't seem to show any reaction towards it. Little did the Joker realize, the boy wonder had already heard at least 6 different versions of that story, and found none of them entertaining in the least..

"When I was your age,"

The Joker was now petting Robin like he was a dog. Stroking him from the shoulders down his side and finishing with a snap of his boxers each time.

", I was dating the prettiest girl in school. One boy was jealous of me. Jealous I was..."

A flip of his hair.

"..such a looker. Anyways, he decided he would make me so ugly, no one would Love me. So he took a knife..."

The Joker teasingly placed the blade on Robin's lips, but didn't make any action to cut him.

"...held it to my mouth..."

The knife was traced across his lips. Robin's eyes opened as he gave a stare that looked like a depressed puppy up at the Joker.

"..andddd..."

"Batman will come." The words drifted out of his half open mouth smoothly.

The Joker blinked. Shoulders untensing he shook his head back and forth.

"I told you he'd come Righttttt after our game."

He said removing the knife and pulling on Robin's cheeks with his fingers.

"Moral of the story Tweety, when he does come, you're going to be so ugly, he won't Love you anymore..."

"He'd alwyas love me."

The Joker looked amused by how loyal Robin was to his Batman. Taking the knife he held it to the side of Robin's face and trailed it down slowly. Leaving a cut alongside his cheek. Robin flinched at the stinging pain. He could feel the blood trickling down.

"We'll. just. have. to. see."

The Joker brought his own form above Robin. Placing a knee on either side of him and holding one hand on his chest, the other still holding the knife.

"Tell me Tweety...Do you know why the caged bird sings?"