HEY! I'm back with more. Like I said, this is the last chapter of BlueJay's diary, but I have so much planned for BlueJay and Robin, so don't think of this as the-end!

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This chapter occurs chronologically after Chapter 1 of BlueJay and Robin, FYI...

I got captured. By the Joker. I honestly don't know how I feel about it. But I'm back now, and I am so glad, so relieved. It's been two days since I got back. Here's how it happened: It was 1 AM, and Batman woke us all up. Emergency mission. That doesn't usually happen. It was the Joker this time, and he was going to attack a city on a large scale. This is very un-Joker-esque, but still, lives were at stake, so we had to go put a stop to it. The Joker was getting to be a big problem. For a psychopath, he was getting very organized, and was now in charge of a rather large operation. He was preying on the desperate, hiring them to help do his dirty work. The Academy had amassed a small fleet of fighters (A/N I was thinking a smaller version of Star Wars fighters). We all were dressed and in our ships in minutes. M'gann took her BioShip, but Batman wanted to reinforce our strength in numbers, so Wally and Superboy were in one, Artemis and Aqualad in another, and Robin and I were in the last fighter. Batman was operating in his compressed Batcave of an office.

We reached the Joker's current base of operations. The Joker had a couple of anti-aircraft guns. I have no idea where he got them, but that is beside the point. Our objective was simple- disable his forces and get back to the Academy. For some reason, Batman didn't want us going in for the Joker, but whatever. Simple, right? What could go wrong? We wouldn't even have out get out of our ships for this one. Everything was going decently, but then Robin and I suffered a hit to one of our ship's wings. Brilliant. I crawled out onto the wing to fix it manually while Robin held the craft steady. I was almost done, when we got hit again. I was knocked off the wing, and was holding on just barely to one of the grooves in the ship. Robin reached out and grabbed one of my hands. I was slipping more and the anti-aircraft guns were obviously trained on us. It missed us just barely a couple of times before I said, "Just get out of here. The team will understand. "

"Let me get you in here first," he protested.

"No, you need to go, now, before the whole ship goes down!"

"I need to get you in first," he said insistently.

"Go! NOW!" I yelled. Robin tried to pull me up, but the ship was hit again. "Don't come back for me," I said. Robin barely registered my words before I let go. It was suicide, probably, but I had to do it. I controlled my fall as best I could. M'gann must have seen me fall and tried to pull me back up with my telekinesis, because my fall slowed considerably, which probably saved me from any serious injury. But I must have fallen out of her range, because the last ten feet or so was rather quick, and landed hard, the wind knocked out of me. I lay still, not daring to move. After a little bit, one of the Joker's thugs came along and picked me up, dragging me before the Joker. The look on the Joker's face told me that the team's mission was successful.

The Joker's mood seemed to brighten (in a very grotesque way) when he saw me. "Ah! BlueJay. How'd you get here?" He studied me. "Did the little birdie fall out of the sky?"

"You could say that," I answered carefully.

"Hmm. Well, I have no use for you. I'll just… wait, yes, I can use you. Leverage against old Bats, maybe?"

"Won't do any good if he thinks I'm dead," I warned. The Joker just smiled. "He won't think that for long," he assured me.

So, that's how Hell began. I began to have doubts about Robin's being safe. I didn't try to telepathically contact anyone – I didn't want to give anyone hope that wasn't there. We moved to another one of the Joker's hideouts, and at that point I knew that escape was futile. Then the Joker decided to break me. First on his menu of torture was drowning, more or less. He would hold me under water for longer than I could stand. He'd finally pull me up and laugh hysterically as I tried to catch my breath before plunging me under again. Eventually, I would pass out. He did this to me interchangeably with beating me up; sometimes he would do it personally with his crowbar, and other times he would just watch, laughing, as I got beaten with a horsewhip. I tried not to give him any satisfaction, but between the mental scar and the sensation of my flesh being ripped to shreds, I was screaming and gasping and shuddering and begging for the end the whole time. After the Joker got bored with that, he stuck me in this room, and at odd, irregular intervals, I was buffeted with electric shocks. They must not have been very volatile, because I'm still intact. But that didn't negate the pain it caused.

For the last few hours that I was there, the Joker had me blindfolded and attached me to the ceiling by my arms. I tried to stand as long as I could, but ended up sagging, exhausted, against the cold iron links. At one point, I thought I heard the door open somewhere in that dark room. But I didn't hear a single thing after that, so I blamed my imagination. Suddenly, I heard a gun. I felt a bullet run through my body, tearing and exiting through my back. It missed my bones, but I wasn't sure what it had hit. My body crumpled and I faintly heard a second gunshot. As I fell, I thought, 'Now they let me die.' I almost saw a black wave cresting in my mind. Suddenly, the blindfold was gone and Robin was there. But, no, it couldn't have been. Robin must've been dead, like me. There was no other explanation. I whispered his name before the black wave fell, rolling over me.

Now that I thought that Robin was really, truly dead, my mind tortured me. I saw Robin dying. Again and again. In new and painful ways. In all the ways I feared. I woke up again very suddenly and Robin was there. Batman barged in as well. If I was still alive, then Robin and Batman must be in danger. I yelled at them to leave before the Joker killed them. I was literally screaming my head off, and Robin left. Batman pinned my arms by my side and told me that I was alive and safe- back at the Academy. I finally managed to calm down, and Batman turned me over to a doctor. After I was all patched up, Robin came back in. He hugged me and I grasped onto him tightly. I never want to lose him again. M'gann made some soup for me, and as Robin fed it to me, he explained what had happened. He looked frantically for me everywhere, starting from his computer. He tried not to dwell on me, but apparently every visual and audio system at the Academy was featuring me, so everyone knew exactly what I was going through. Batman had been in a similar mode, and the rest of the Team was waiting restlessly for his directions. Robin finally found out where I was (apparently, one of the Joker's henchmen was bragging on a social media site that no one knew where the Joker's current hide out was, and then completely spilled). Robin left in the middle of that night. Batman was apparently unaware of his leaving until he returned with me, thinking I was dead. Of course, I wasn't too sure about it either. Robin had not told the Team he was going because he didn't want them to get in trouble. Same as I would have done.

I'm glad to be safe and home, but Robin really shouldn't have come for me. I can think of so many ways it could have ended up, all of them much worse than they did. I'm not letting it happen again. It will not happen. It can't. It won't.

I hope you've enjoyed this!