Here's your trigger warning for a torture scene. Just remember that you'll be seeing these quite often for the this story. Enjoy Chapter 4!


Dick pulled off his domino mask and paced around the room, waiting for the scanner to tell him who's blood he had found in the warehouse. He was losing his mind thinking that Bruce could he hurt somewhere, in the hands of the psycho known as The Joker. Alfred just stood as he watched the young man pace around the cave. "Master Dick, you should take seat before you wear a groove into the floor."

"Sorry Alfred." he replied, stopping dead in his tracks. "I'm just worried."

"As am I. Master Bruce is like a son to me. I'd hate for him to end up hurt somewhere with that madman."

Before Dick can say something in return, the computer let out an automated voice: "Blood Sample Analysis Complete."

Dick sighed a relief along with Alfred. "Tell me about the blood sample." Dick asked the computer.

"The blood is A negative and belongs to Jason Peter Todd."

Dick's eyes opened wide and Alfred stopped moving. It couldn't be possible. They both knew about Jason' death. They were both distraught and saddened when he died. Dick went into a deeper depression than Bruce did when Jason died. "No... it... it can't be. It's not possible." Alfred said, shaking his head in disbelief. He had seen Jason's body in the coffin when he was buried. He saw Bruce weep when he was buried. "Computer... repeat who the blood belongs to." Dick said, still in shock and disbelief.

"The blood sample belongs to Jason Peter Todd."

"That's not possible. Jason... Jason died almost five years ago." Dick said out loud. "I... I saw his body."

"This blood belongs to a Jason Peter Todd. Son of Willis Todd and Sheila Haywood. But adopted mother is Catherine Todd."

"Th-That's Master Jason." Alfred said, falling down onto a chair. "I... I can't believe it. He's alive..."

Dick placed his hand on Alfred's shoulder. He was in just an amount of shock as the old man. But... if Bruce's watch was in the warehouse... and Jason's blood was in there too... Dick grabbed his domino mask and started to storm out of the cave. Alfred got up and started to follow him. "Master Dick? Master Dick?! Where on earth are you going?!"

"To find Joker!" he replied, suddenly becoming Nightwing and losing all of his Dick Grayson inside of his body. "Think about it Alfred. Why would Jason's blood be in the warehouse where Joker was holding Bruce? Joker's had him for all these years! All these years Alfred!"

"Master Dick, do not let your emotions get the better of you! I know how much you loved Master Jason, we all did. But you cannot just run into the streets all angry and expect to apprehend The Joker."

"HE KIDNAPPED JASON! OUR JASON! The one we lost. He's probably scared and hurt. What do you expect me to do Alfred?! I will not lose him again."

"I expect you to think about this rationally and try to find the solution instead of going with the first thing that pops into your head."

"I can't think straight at all right now. I... I just can't. I need to find Bruce. I need to find... find Jay." Dick pulled his helmet on and drove out of the cave. No longer he was Dick Grayson. He was an enraged Nightwing. He drove out onto the streets of Gotham and started searching hard and hard for his father and his brother.


Jason woke up feeling warm. He's never felt warm before. It was always freezing cold. He opened his eyes and looked around. He sighed. Joker must of moved him again. Jason sat up a bit. He didn't remember much from the last night, only that he had been tortured again and stabbed. Then he remembered Bruce. That he was there and that has talking to him again. Had Jason imagined being there, or had Joker given him a drug that made him hallucinate. When Jason looked over to his side, he saw Bruce sleeping on his side. Head sprawled over his leg and one hand tightly enclosed in his own. So... it wasn't really a dream. Bruce is really here. Jason wanted to be happy. There was a part of him that genuinely wanted to be. Happy that his father was here. But there was a part of him that wanted to kill Bruce. For subjecting him to the years of torture he has gone through. Jason shook his head and pushed the thing covers off of him. He brought his feet to the floor and used the bed as support as he limped over to the bathroom. Jason started to have issues with walking when it became one full year of torture. He could barely walk with pain shooting through his body. Jason leaned against the counter and looked up at himself at the mirror. He hasn't seen his actual face in almost three years. What he say made him throw up into the sink. You should see bones through his skin and a dark purple bruise on his right eye. Jason was absolutely disgusted with what he looked like. He pulled up his hand and swiped some of his now long hair out of his face.

"Jason?" a very familiar voice called from behind him. Jason turned his his around slightly, trying to irritate his injuries. Bruce had woken up and was staring at Jason with a strong worried look on his face. Jason looked away and let go of the counter he was using as leverage. Bruce immediately ran to his side as Jason started to fall. "I don't need your help." Jason said, shoving Bruce off of him and limping back to the bed while using the wall as leverage. "I didn't need it five years ago, so I don't need it now."

"Jay..."

"What Bruce?! What do you possibly have to say for yourself?! That you're sorry?"

"I am Jason. I truly am." Bruce replied, wanting to desperately hold his son.

"Actions speak way louder than words." Jason replied, sighing and putting his head in his hands. Bruce looked at Jason, who was still dressed in his tattered, overgrown Robin suit. Multiple injuries were visible. "What did he do to you?" Bruce asked, trying not to grit his teeth.

"Why do you care?" Jason replied, wincing a bit from a pain in his chest.

"Because despite what you might think, I do care about you. I do." Bruce walked over to Jason and knelt down in front of him. "Jason... when you... when I thought you died. I was a wreck. I was depressed and upset with myself for not protecting you. I fucked up." Bruce rarely used huge curses, but the situation must had given him a valid excuse. "I got hurt too easily. When I was out there without you... I couldn't focus. I couldn't think straight. And if I knew that Joker had taken you, I would have done everything in my power to find you. Everything."

Jason bit his lip and held his new shoulder stitches. "Joker... he wanted... he wants me to join him. He wants me to be his sidekick."

"I won't let that happen." Bruce said.

"I know. And I knew that I couldn't live with myself if I joined him. I told him to find someone else, like Harley, but he only wanted me. That's when the torture started." Jason's other hand lingered over his thigh. "He used everything. Crowbars, knives, guns, whips, water... anything that would cause me pain. But... I still refused to join him. Every day Bruce. Every day for five years."

Bruce was about to reply to Jason when the door unlocked and opened. Joker walked inside, dressed in a purple leather jacket and green collar shirt. "Hello again Mr. Wayne, Jason. That was some nap you took kid, I was starting to get worried."

Bruce stood up and put a hand over Jason in a protective manner. "What do you want Joker?"

Joker looked over at Jason. "Mr. Todd. I think you know what I'm going to ask."

"Jason will never join you." Bruce spoke to for his son, grabbing his forearm.

"I think that's Jason's choice right?" Joker punched Bruce in the stomach and kicked him to the other side of the room. He approached Jason and looked at him ever so ominously. "What'll be Jason?"

Jason looked down at Bruce for a moment and then at Joker. "Do your worst."

Joker shook his head and snapped his fingers. Two of henchmen walked inside the room, one grabbing Jason and the other grabbing Bruce. "Keep Mr. Wayne restrained. Jason and I are going to take a little trip."

"NO!" Bruce screamed as he was forcefully thrown onto the bed.

"Oh. And don't forget... I prefer the liquid." Joker said to the goon restraining man with Jason had left, but Bruce stared at Joker in confusion and anger, giving the goon to handcuff Bruce's wrists and ankles to the bed frame. "Liquids? What the hell are you going on about?" Bruce asked, pulling at his restrains.

"Well... what's the part of a party without the rest of the birds."

Bruce's eyes opened wide as he realized what Joker was planning. Dick. Tim. Bruce pulled hard as he could on the leather cuffs holding him, but they were too tight and locked in securely. The Joker let out his good old hearty laugh and left with his henchman, slamming and locking the door. "You stay away from my boys! You hear me?! Stay away from my boys!" he pulled harder. "JOKER!"


Nightwing knew that eventually, the Dick Grayson in him would kick in. He knew that it was stupid to just run off without a foolproof plan. His mind at the time was only focused on finding his little brother. "Nightwing?" Tim's voice called in from the comm, blocking out the rest of his thoughts.

"What is it?" he replied.

"There's been sightings of... him."

Nightwing stopped his motorcycle dead in his tracks. "Where is the son of a bitch?"

"He was last seen near an abandoned building back at Crime Alley. He was harassing some of the people living there."

"I'll be there soon. Meet me there." Nightwing said, turning his motorcycle and rushing as fast as he can to Crime Alley. Red Robin was already in Crime Alley, waiting for Nightwing as he came off of his motorcycle. "Where?" he asked him immediately.

"He's on the top of that building right there. We should hurry before something happens." he replied, turning to grapple up to the roof. Nightwing sighed and pressed his hand on his brother's shoulder. He became Dick Grayson to break the news to Tim. "Tim... remember when we were in that warehouse? And we saw all that blood?"

Tim looked at Dick and nodded. "Who's blood was it?"

Dick let go of Tim's shoulder and crossed his arms before speaking. "It wasn't Bruce's blood. It was Jason's."

Tim opened his eyes wide and took in a deep breath. "J-Jason Todd? But... but how?"

"Joker must of kidnapped him. Been holding him hostage for all these years." Dick looked up at his other little brother. "You never replaced Jason, Tim. You never did, you just did what you thought was right."

"Do you think... that'd he'd forgive me? For being Robin while he was a captive?"

"I know Jay. I'm sure he will."

Tim smiled and became serious again, turning back into Red Robin. "Let's rock this bitch."

Nightwing smiled, pulling out his grappling hook and following Red Robin to the roof of where The Joker was. Joker was laughing his ass off as his henchman shot at the streets, sending people running in fear. "Joker!" Nightwing called out to the clown.

Joker turned around and smiled. "Well, well, well, isn't it Batman's two other birdies! I was wondering when you'd show up tonight! How have you been?"

"Where's Bruce Wayne?" Nightwing called out, pulling out his escrima sticks while Red Robin pulled out his staff.

"You it's okay Nightie Boy, you can call him Batman." Joker chuckled as Tim and Dick gave each other a look of shock. "You yes. I know exactly who he is, which means that I know exactly who you are. Timothy Drake and Richard Grayson."

"Enough Joker!" Red Robin yelled. "You know something, okay. But we know something. We know that you didn't kill Jason."

"Where is he? What have you done to him?!" Nightwing yelled as he and Red Robin slowly approached The Joker, ready to attack him to get information. Joker giggled and backed up over to the dark shadows of the roof, pulling something out. Expect it wasn't something. It was someone. Nightwing and Red Robin stopped dead in their tracks. "Jason!" they both yelled in unison.

Joker's arm wrapped around Jason's neck tightly and Jason's weak and thin wrists were bound in front of him with silver duct tape. His mouth had been gagged with Joker's iconic red tie. When Jason saw Dick, he screamed his name into the gag, but was rewarded with a tighter grasp on his neck. Jason didn't recognize the man next to his brother, but the Robin logo gave him all the information he could need. Dick couldn't even recongnize the man that was in front of him. He was much older, too skinny and the dark bruise on his right eye had it impossible to see his full face. Dick clenched his fists in fury. "Let him go." Nightwing said, trying not to provoke the clown.

"Well, that all depends on you now doesn't it?"

Nightwing and Red Robin looked at each other for a moment, before throwing their weapons down and tearing off their domino masks. Jason mumbled something into his gag, but no one could really understand. "Excellent. Now... boys."

The henchman shot their guns at the two superheroes, making Jason scream loudly into his gag. They didn't shoot bullets, they shot syringes. Containing a chemical that made them unable to move. Completely paralyzed. Dick and Tim fell to the ground, unable to move anything but their eyes and mouth. "No, don't go to bed just yet." Joker said, snapping. The men walked over and held the two boys up so that they were eye level with The Joker and Jason. "Now... you want to know what I did to your brother?" Joker went back to the shadow of the roof with Jason and pulled out a crowbar. "Let me show you."

Joker pushed Jason in front of him and hit him hard in the hip with the crowbar. Jason screamed hard into the gag, but not as loud as Tim and Dick. "NO!" Dick cried.

"Leave him alone!" Tim yelled. "Hasn't he been through enough because of you?!"

Joker slapped Tim across the face with the hand that wasn't holding the crowbar with. Jason spit out his gag and yelled at The Joker. "Leave them alone!" he screamed, attempting to sit up with his taped hands. "You want me right. So just focus on me!"

"Jason-" Dick called out to his kidnapped brother, but was cut off by him.

"Stay out of this... please. You'll just make it worse. Please Dick."

Joker stepped back from the rest of the birds and continued to hit Jason in the stomach with the crowbar. Dick was trying his best not to cry out. He wanted to run and push The Joker off his brother and off the building. But he couldn't. He couldn't do anything but either watch or look away. Tim didn't know Jason as well was Dick did, but he felt like killing The Joker for torturing his "deceased" brother right in front of him. Joker threw the crowbar aside once Jason started to wheeze. He walked over and grabbed one of Dick's escrima sticks. "Isn't that ironic. You were beaten as who's the better son by Mr. Grayson, and now you're about to be beaten with his own weapon." Joker laughed, hitting Jason's face this time. He hammered Jason as if he was a nail in a board. He kept hitting and hitting. Tears started to drip down Dick's face no matter who hard he tried to hide it. Joker finally threw to stick to the side when Jason pleaded for him to stop. "Stop... stop, please. No more please. Please... just stop, please."

Joker smiled at his lovely handiwork of torture to Jason and trauma to Dick and Tim. "Take them to their father. I think Jason and I are going to spent a few more moments out here."

The henchmen, taking extra precautions, restrained Tim and Dick's wrists and ankles with a zip tie behind them. They them pulled each of the birds over their shoulder and hauled them over to the stairs to get to the van. "Jason? Jason?!" Dick called out to him, still being unable to move his body.

"Hang in there Jason!" Tim called out to him, before they were both take away. Jason lay on his back, breathing heavily as fresh blood trickled from his nose. He felt like he was going to throw up, which he did. He hurled over to his left side and released some stomach acid and bile. Joker knelt down to Jason and pulled him up, postioning him so that he was leaning onto him for support. "Why do you do this to me?" Jason asked, feeling too week and too scared to push Joker away.

"I've told you. I want you join me." Joker said, becoming serious for a moment. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped some of the blood from his nose. "I've seen that torture won't work for you. So maybe I'll have to try something different." Joker pulled out a small needle and injected it into Jason's arm. Jason didn't struggle from the pain, and in a matter of seconds, he passed out. Joker stood up and pulled Jason into his arms bridal style, carrying him down to the van. He threw Jason inside along with his brothers, who were now able to move. They shifted over to they brother and surrounded him as Joker closed the door to the van. One of his henchman was waiting for him. "Lock the two other birds with Mr. Wayne. Jason sleeps in my room."

"Yes sir." the henchman said, walking over to the van to start driving.


I hope you enjoy and I'm sorry that you all had to wait a pretty long time. Also, if you are all wondering where Damian is, this story takes place before Bruce even meets Damian and he becomes another Robin. There'll be more from this story real soon so I hope to see you all in the review section! Have a happy Friday!