Crimson couldn't help the small smile spreading across his face as he heard his companion laugh. Scarlet had such a beautiful laugh compared to his own horrible garbled laugh. Joker had made it so that he would never want to laugh or talk tried to do the same for Scarlet but it didn't exactly work out.
Crimson scowled jerking out of his thoughts as flecks of blood landed on his jacket and turned to Scarlet. "Dude." He said inwardly grinning at the shocked flinch one of their captives have. If he thought his voice was bad wait till he heard Scarlet's. He shouldn't laugh and Scarlet shouldn't talk. "Watch where you spray the blood. That stuff is hard to get out."
Scarlet merely grinned at him and turned to find someone else to interrogate. Out of the two of them, Scarlet had come out a little bit more unhinged then himself. Not to say that Crimson wasn't crazy himself, he just wasn't as crazy as Scarlet. Probably had something to do with his metabolism.
"Alright I'll talk!" A man said, coughing out blood and clutching at his bleeding side. He looked a mess; Scarlet certainly did a number on him. Oh well that wasn't his concern nor his problem, he just needed information.
Crimson turned around excited, about time. Joker certainly had some loyal men, a real change from back in his day. "He's at the warehouse on Coal Street, near the outskirts of town. Warehouse 210."
"Ah thank you so much for your help." Scarlet grinned causing everyone in the room to flinch in fear and shock. His voice was like something that haunted you in your sleeps something that appeared in your nightmares.
"So you'll let me go right that was the deal." The man begged, Crimson scowled all cowards the lot of them.
"Yeah I'll let you go but be warned, you cross my path again and you'll end up like your buddies." He said pointing at the pile of bodies behind him, all of whom who had been tortured to death for information about the Joker. "It's been nice talking with ya."
Crimson walked around the bodies, carefully he hated getting his hands dirty unlike Scarlet who almost seemed to live for the thrill of being able to play dirty. One thing for sure was Crimson wasn't going to mind getting his hands dirty when he came after the Joker.
"Barry stop!"
Flash growled and continued punching the body in front of him. "Give me one good reason why I should."
"Because Wally wouldn't want you to do this."
"Well Wally isn't here now is he? And it's all because of this stupid fuckers fault!" Flash yelled stomping on the clown under his feet.
"Hey don't look at me." Joker coughed, "I didn't ask for Flash Jr. to show up, but who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth. Why do we say that anyways? Aah who cares? I only wish I had known about him earlier. He would have been my new favorite. I especially loved the way he could heal himself, and constantly protecting the broken birde-"
A punch to the face cut off Joker's rant, as blood began running down his face.
"Barry if you don't stop now I will have to resort to force."
"You don't scare me Bats. I could zip over to your cave right now and kill you before you could blink. Heck I could take on the whole Justice League. Don't make me hurt you Bats."
"True you could, but you wouldn't. You wouldn't. I know you Barry I know you would never live it down and kill yourself with guilt and misery." Batman said, his voice heavy over the comm link, "It'd take us a while but eventually the justice league would stop you. It'd take more casualties but it would happen. We would stop you."
Barry said nothing one hand wrapped around the Joker's neck vibrating hotly.
"Barry please stop."
With a final choke, Barry released Joker who lay on the floor gasping for a breath, with one kick he was out cold bleeding from his temple. "Bruce." He said voice hoarse, "Bruce if he escapes I'll never forgive you. You understand me! If he gets out I will never forgive you and I will make you pay Bruce."
"I know."
"Hey Robin what are you doing? You've been glued to that computer since like forever." Kid Flash asked.
"I know it's just I'm researching something. Remember that fight with Scarlet and Crimson-"
"Of course I remember Scarlet tried to vibrate his hand through my throat. Pretty sure he's a evil speedster, like Professor Zoom, or Reverse Flash, maybe even Cobalt Blue. Wow we have a lot of evil speedsters running through my family-" Kid Flash rambled on.
"Anyways." Robin interrupted getting a sheepish apology in return. "It's just that Scarlet did a move, that only three people on this earth have been able to pull off successfully." Robin sighed rubbing his head.
"So?" Kid Flash shrugged.
"Sooo." Robin stressed, "Those three people are all dead. At least we assumed so."
"Who were the three people?"
"The Flying Graysons."
"Oh." Kid Flash muttered.
"Yeah, now Mary and John Grayson have been dead for ten years, and Richard Grayson has been dead for three. The trick Scarlet did was a family thing, they didn't tell anyone so how the heck would Scarlet know..."
"Robin you can't seriously be suggesting."
"Stranger things have happened."
"Not this strange!" Kid Flash protested.
"I know but what about Crimson."
"And Scarlet was the one with the superspeed. If he's who you're suggesting than what does that leave Crimson."
"The same thing, except West."
"Robin, think about what you're saying. You're telling me that you believe that...that-"
"That, Richard Grayson and Wally West are alive. Yes. That they're Scarlet and Crimson. Yes"
"Okay but that doesn't explain things."
"Doesn't explain what?"
"If you think Scarlet is Grayson, how was he able to match no surpass my speed and vibrate his hands through my arm."
"Maybe they've found a way to switch abilities whenever they want. They did die together."
"Fine let's pretend you're right what I still want to know is why they attacked us. If Richard Grayson and Wally West are still alive, why are they masquerading as criminals and fighting against us?"
"I- I don't know." Robin muttered.