Chapter 2-No Masks
Nightwing blinked but the blood kept running into his eyes, wait into his eyes - but that meant…
No mask.
Focus. Need to focus. As far as he could tell he was upside-down and beaten. Badly. Drugged too, to keep him conscious to endure the pain. Who? - Oh, kind of obvious Dick. The Joker. He already knows that Bruce is Batman, that's why he didn't ask for anything when he tortured you.
Ok, get yourself together, focus on your surroundings. Get and idea, then escape. Simple, but risky.
He peered round and gathered his surroundings, piecing together a fuzzy jigsaw. Batman. Without his cowl. That meant that the Joker was here, now. The fact that Bruce hadn't let him down from hanging above this vat of… No, no, no. not possible, even the Joker isn't that sick. Okay he is.
So now I'm hanging upside-down over a vat of toxic acid-the same acid that had made the Joker, the insane maniac that he is and I have 5 broken ribs and a broken left arm, judging from the pain. Possibly worse. Oh well. Stick to the "plan"- Get and idea, then escape.Nightwing froze as the line he was secured to, the only thing preventing him from plunging into the acid, jerked and unravelled an inch. He groaned as the rope rubbed his arm grinding the bones together. Then he heard the laugh and boasting.
"Equally Batman if you turn heal and leave I will drop the boy in." the Joker continued a conversation that Nightwing must have missed the start of while he was unconscious. He peered at Batman waiting for his reaction.
"Alright Joker, what do I have to do?" the Dark Knight replied after what seemed like a millennium to Grayson. He sighed expecting for the Joker to demand Batman to take his mask off. The Joker already knew the whole of Batman Incorporated's civilian identities, but he still longed to be the one who had got the Batman to remove his cowl.
The Jokers reply came as a half shock to Nightwing,
"Simple. You have to put him in." Nightwing watched as the Joker sneered at the Dark Knight.
The Joker surveyed his scene, "Ah, Nightwing I'm so glad you're awake. Now Batman can hear your screams as you go splash into the vat, and follow my journey to insanity. Now the only thing that remains is that who will drop you in, me or the Bat."
Nightwing tried a reply, but blood gushed into his mouth as he opened it. Spitting out blood into the vat, making the vile liquid boil green, unable to swear, he did the next best thing. The bat-glare, or some approximation to it anyway. The Joker smiled at Nightwings discomfort, showing his vile yellow teeth.
"Well Brucie, made up your mind?" snickered the Joker, on the verge of going into hysterics.
"Yes, I do it."
Sorry if that was a bit repetitive, but I just wanted to show the scene from Nightwings point of view. Next chapter will have more action.