Robin POV

Why is it that the Joker is the one villain that actually is crazy enough to not only capture but torture the son of the richest man in Gotham?

Flashback

When Connor and I came back into the room everyone was staring at me. And it wasn't just the team and Bruce, Alfred and the League were now there as well. I have to admit it was a little awkward standing there with all eyes on you because you let it slip that you were pissed enough to kill someone. I didn't really know how to break the ice so I chose the next best option of standing there waiting for someone else to do it.

"Rob-Richard, we need to talk about this." Kaldur walked up to me placing a hand on my shoulder.

"What are you going to do, ground me? Haven't you heard of the stages of grief, two of which are emotional release and anger, both of them allow me to be pissed at that man." I would have yelled but the boys were upstairs sleeping and I didn't want to wake them. It wasn't fair to not only rob them of their father but also their sleep.

"Watch it." Bruce warned. I knew that wasn't just about the language. Bruce and I had a way of communicating without actually talking. I could tell he meant that I had to respect Kaldur because he was acting leader of the team. And I am thirteen and should not be using such foul language as Alfred would say.

"Dude, we are just a little worried. I mean wouldn't you if Arty or I started talking about killing a person?" Wally asked looking at me with his big green eyes. I knew he wanted to keep looking at me as his cute, innocent, and all around perky little brother but that just wasn't me anymore. Not since I finally realized that not everyone had good in them. That is was possible to actually lose the fight to evil.

"Quite frankly you two threaten that to each other exceedingly often, so no I would not be surprised." I figured if I could place some humor in the situation then everything would be easier for me. Sadly Wally did not find it funny and neither did anyone else. I have a feeling they all knew exactly what I was trying to do.

"It doesn't matter anyway we all know Richard would not actually committee such a crime. Let's all just look at it as a slip of the tongue." Clark said. It was kind of odd to see him in his glasses. I mean for a man with hundreds of types of visions you think one would at least be twenty-twenty.

"I am afraid we have to treat the statement as such. When someone claims such a thing it is rather serious. We cannot just brush it off." Black Canary said looking straight at me. I know she felt bad for saying it but I also knew she had to. At least one member of the League had to think objectively and it seemed at that moment it was her. Still didn't mean I had to like it.

"Listen I am just going to go to my room. If you decide something call me but otherwise I am going to bed." I aimed to leave up the staircase but Bruce stood in my way.

"Study." He said looking down at me. Though it wasn't a complete grammatically correct sentence I still knew what he meant. I really didn't want to abide by his rules at the moment but I also didn't want to deal with him if I didn't. I decided upon the lesser of two evils and made my way to his study. Hopefully this would be fast and painless.

"What do you want to talk about Bruce?" I asked in a fake innocent voice. If it had been anyone else except for me or a super then they wouldn't have heard Bruce enter.

"You know exactly what I want to talk about Richard so do not play dumb with me." Oh dear he had the parent voice going for him, meaning he meant business. "I will not tolerate the idea of you going on the streets of Gotham and becoming a murder. And not because you are the son of Bruce Wayne or Batman, but because you are my son." The sad thing is that actually really meant something to me. I mean I knew that Bruce loved me but it was always special when he said it aloud.

"I won't, I promise. I was just so upset. I mean how could someone do that? Their mother just died of cancer! How immoral can a person be?" I asked almost in tears myself. So many things had happened today and I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed my dad and I needed him now. I threw myself into Bruce's chest and wrapped my arms around him. He quickly embraced me back and we stood there just enjoying the other's comfort. "I just don't understand it." I said, though muffled by his shirt.

"I don't either." Bruce whispered to me. That made me feel less dumb. If Bruce, the world's greatest detective, didn't get it then I wouldn't be expected to either. "Just get some sleep okay?" I nodded my head and left the room. I made my way down to the end of the hallway and to the door on the left. Opening it I walked in only to be grabbed from behind and a cloth placed over the lower half of my face. OH NO! It went dark.

"Wakey Wakey rich boy!" The sing song voice of craziness entered my ears. Great the Joker was the one that did this to me. That meant more than likely by the end of the night I would be in a lot of pain. "I want you to meet my friend, Mr. Crowbar!" I opened my eyes to see a solid metal crowbar in my face and then heard the cackle of a clown. Just great, could my life get any worse?

End Flashback

I don't know why exactly the Joker is the way he is. From the stories that I have heard his father abused him and his mom was never in the picture, but still this was a little much for a kid wanting attention. But then again this was Joker, and he lived by the phrase of "Go big or go home" though he redid it to "Go big or die" but that was just the kind of guy he was, absolutely insane.

"Why exactly did you have to break into my house and drug me just so I could meet your friend?" I asked playing by his game. If had any chance, which was very little, for staling long enough for Bats to get here I had to play the game for a period of time.

"Why because Daddy doesn't want you to be friends with me or any of my friends." Joker said making his way closer to me. "And anyway I know you wouldn't leave those boys alone if I had invited you. You would have chosen them over me."

"How did you know about them? What did you do?" I had just broken the game which is exactly what he wanted me to do. I regretted it in an instant but I couldn't go back now. I just would have to work with what I had at the moment and pray he didn't kill me.

"Normally I wouldn't answer but since you did come…I killed Drake." By now Joker was in my face licking his lips and then smiling. His makeup was running but it still covered him. Normal people would have peed their pants because of how close he was to me currently but I am not normal people and refuse to be scared into submission.

"Why?" I asked not moving a muscle.

"He got me closer to you. Because he died you came closer to me. Now you can see my side." From what I understood he was talking about me wanting to kill whoever did that to Mr. Drake. "Now I understand I did it so you want to kill me but by you just feeling that emotion it causes you to slowly get me. And you have seen what happens to people who get me, just look at Harley." Yeah the therapist who fell in love with the Joker while in Arkham and then became his partner. I was totally going to follow in her foot steps.

"Not likely. You see I am missing a key ingredient that is important for me to ever become like you, I'm not psychotic!" Suddenly a huge rush of pain hit me in the face and a loud crack filled the room. Joker had just hit me with his crowbar straight to me left cheek.

"You want to try that again boy." Joker hissed.

I looked at him straight in the eye and spat the blood from my mouth straight into his face. POW! The crowbar hit my ribs, breaking probably a couple. "Kids today have no manners. Personally I blame parents, they just don't know how exactly to rear a child. They should take a more hands on approach if you ask me." He continued to hit me with the crowbar. So much so that the chair I was tied to fell to its side of the ground. He stopped with the bar and moved to his fists so he could keep hitting me in the face. Punch after punch was worse than the next. Each gaining in intensity. After he was done hitting me I started to breathe which proved to be a difficult task. "Don't think you are done just yet junior." I heard the sound of a switchblade opening and closed my eyes.

Each step he took toward me I was wishing I could run. I could handle punching, kicking, and bashing but cutting was hard for me. That left permanent reminder of that specific round of torture. And like most people I wasn't found of those memories. I could feel the blade cut my shirt and move down my skin leaving a trail of blood behind it. The pain was great but I couldn't stop him. All I could do was hold back my tears and suppress my cries. "Sing for me. Let me hear your song."

"Sorry Creeper but that is one song that is going on mute." There is only one person that I know who would say something that stupid. I lifted my head which was painful but was happy to see Wally and the team standing in the door looking over at the Joker and I.

"What is this no Batsy or Boy Blunder? I am disappointed." He grabbed my head and with one last test of strength bashed my head into the cement floor. Once again my world went black. I just hope that next time I wake up I will be home and not back in this god forsaken hell whole. I just want to wake up in Bruce's arms where I knew I was safe.

Is that really too much to ask?

A/N: I was going through my profile and stumbled back on this. I'm sorry that an update took forever but I actually miss this series. I hope to continue it further. Thank you and please review.