Repeated History

Chapter 2:Failed Revenge

The masked eyes of Jason Todd opened to a sore pain running up and down his body. He noticed the immobility of his arms and feet. In the distance, he heard the faint laughter that had always haunted his nightmares.

Jason struggled with the rope tied around his body. Every time he moved a muscle, a shock of pain rippled throughout his body. He grunted as he shimmied his body to try to get out of the ropes. But it was no use.

"Oh, you're finally up, I see!" Harley Quinn sang in her thick, fake accent. She was lying down on her stomach on two chairs that were pushed together. She held her white painted face up with her hands as she looked down at the Red Hood.

"Sweetums! Boy Blunder number two is up!" Harley sang to the Joker. The Joker slowly walked over, keeping his eye on Jason. The clown began to giggle again as Jason watched his every move.

"Oh, this brings back so many memories…you…me…hmm…but what's missing?" he scratched his chin pretending to think. Joker gasped. "Oh, THAT'S right! Our old friend Mr. Crowbar!" Joker pulled out a metal object and displayed it to his victim. As Joker had before, he readied his stance to abuse Jason once again. However, this time, Jason knew better. He swung his feet across the floor knocking Joker down to the floor with him. With all the strength Jason still had, he broke the ropes that were ties around his body and hopped on top of Joker.

"WOAH! I guess it's not just BATSY that has the hots for me! Would you want to take it to the bedroom?" the Joker cackled. Jason reached for his pockets that held his guns. As he felt around he realized they were nowhere in his pocket.

Try using your fists… the words of Dick circled in his mind. He pulled back his hand and clenched it into a fist. Before he was able to hit the clown, he heard the cock of the gun. Without turning around, he knew Joker's hench wench probably had the barrow of the gun in the back of his head. With the Red Hood being distracted, the Joker knocked the wind out of him. Jason lost his balance and landed on top of the Joker. Harley struggled to pull Jason off of her Clown Prince as he laid there.

"Why are you doing this?" Jason asked once he was finally able to catch his breath.

"Hmm…what happened last time? There was a quarrel between you and bats, you got me when I thought I had you, you disappeared when the building crashed…OH YEAH! YOU ruined one of my greatest Punch-lines ever." Joker reminded. "I only thought it was necessary to get rid of YOU to replace my missing work!"

"There's no way you'll get away with this…Nightwing and the rest are right outside!" Jason shouted

"Wrong again!" Joker corrected. The clown then walked over to a monitor and brought it to Jason who was now barely on his feet.

"As you can see, they're on the other side of town, only with 5 more minutes to live!" Joker laughed. Jason looked at the monitor watching the three of them hang upside down over a vat of chemicals. He gasped quietly as he noticed the horrid picture. An anger Jason thought he never had before had suddenly burst forth.

Jason ran after Harley and grabbed her by her jester hat. She dropped the Red Hood's gun she had in her hand as Jason pulled her into a headlock. He reached down and quickly picked up his gun and pointed it at her temple. Joker looked at him with a look of both fear and anger. No one has ever threatened him through Harley like that, nor did they ever succeed in getting away (except for Batman). Jason stared at Joker as he slowly back up to the door. When he had reached the door, he took off his Red Hood, still having his mask on, pressed his lips hard against Harley and pushed her into Joker enabling him to get away.

Jason ran up the stairs to where he had come in at. Two henchmen stood there guarding the door. Without hesitation, Jason took out his guns and shot them both right in between their eyes. As they fell to the ground, Jason kicked open the door and ran off the roof, jumping down, landing next to his bike. He started the Motorcycle as quickly as he could and headed towards Ace Chemicals.

Meanwhile…

Dick Grayson opened his eyes feeling as if his world had turned upside down…literally. He groaned from the dizziness that automatically overcame him from being hung upside down.

"Robin?" he looked at Damian, then looked to the other side finding Tim next to him as well.

"Red?" he addressed Tim. Both of them began to wake up as well.

"Where are we?" Damian wondered. He looked to the other side of Dick. "UGH! And WHY am I touching Drake?" he shouted.

"SHUSH, you nimwad!" Tim shouted back noticing how Damian had called him by his actual name.

"I suspect we're in Ace Chemicals…" Dick said, remembering the way the place had looked like.

"…Without our belts…" Tim confirmed, feeling his hip area where his should be.

"DUH! No shit, Sherlock!" Damian spat at Tim.

"DUDE! Language!" Dick corrected his brother. Damian fell quiet, trying to shift away from Tim as much as he could.

"Now, does anyone remember what was happening?" Dick asked his brothers. Tim thought for a second.

"I remember you explaining the plan we had to go into Joker's hideout…then Red Hood went bonkers and completely disregarded what you said…then I don't know about you, but I felt a horrible pain in my head before I went out." Tim explained his story.

"So, obviously, Joker's behind this…" Dick confirmed. Moments later, the three of them heard someone barge into the room. They looked to where the noise was coming from to find Red Hood coming up the stairs to release the chord.

"Nice of you to join us, Hood…" Damian complained. As Jason reached for the lever to bring his brothers to safety, the sound of a gun went off. Dick looked over to his brother once more to find him lying on the ground unconscious right next to the lever.