Chapter 4: HOPELESS
Wally grimaced in pain as the Joker grabbed him by the hair, and dragged him from their dark and dreary cell. Too low on fuel to attempt to escape, he found himself being pushed up a set of stairs, and then a thick iron door slammed shut behind them, muffling the sounds of his friends yelling.
A depressing looking lamp hung from the ceiling, casting light over a metal table. The rest of the room was bare except for a pile of chains that lay in the corner, and a video camera that rested on a tripod.
A set of men, both wearing clown masks, held him down on the hard table as his arms and legs were chained.
"Just thought we would send a message to the Flash," said the Joker switching on the video camera, "Do let him know that his little wann-be is doing fine!"
"Cozy little place you got here," said Kid Flash, trying to keep his cool despite the fact that this madman terrified him.
"Do you like it?" Harley picked it out herself! Now then, enough of this boring chit-chat, let's have some real fun!"
"Yeah you would be a horrible realtor anyway," said Wally, trying his best to annoy the Joker, and stall for time.
That comment brought the fist slap.
I stung a bit, but he held his composure.
"That the best you got?" he grunted, and the Joker came at him again, this time with a knife, that glinted in the dim light.
The Joker drew a long gash on his cheek, dripping red onto his originally yellow costume. Kid Flash began to swear as the wound began to instantly scab over. The Joker's almost black eyes widened, until Wally was almost sure they were going to pop out of his head.
"Ooooooh! What's this?" the Joker leaned closer to him with curiosity, "Kiddie Flash has super healing! Oh what fun this shall be!"
He whistled, and his big, looming henchmen sauntered to his side.
"What do you say gentlemen, boys and girls, I think all the running is starting to tire the Kid out? Maybe he needs a break," the Joker giggled.
Each of the goons took hold of one of his legs, and Wally swallowed hard, guessing what was coming, and squeezing his eyes shut. There was a sickening snap as his legs, were yanked hard in directions that they shouldn't ever be.
This time, Wally couldn't hold back a scream.
The Joker through his head back with a burst of hysterical laughter, and advanced on him, threateningly holding a baseball bat with a clown on it.
How he was enjoying this. He turned and gave his classic red smile to the camera, knowing that on the other side, the League was watching.
"WALLY!" Artemis yelled, throwing herself against the bars, when she heard the scream.
"Shhhh! You'll give away his identity! Yelling isn't going to help him now!" said the always wise Aqualad.
"Well we can't just sit here and let the Joker torture him!"
"There's nothing else we CAN do," said a defeated looking Robin.
He sat with his back against the grimy wall, his knees pulled up to his chest. He had been silent ever since Kid Flash had been taken, knowing with a feeling of dread, what was in store for his best friend. Now, he just stared blankly at the wall.
Superboy slammed his fist down on the dirty ground, "Mark my words, the Joker is not going to get away with this,"
"Don't you guys get it?" Robin said, his voice shaking, "It's over. The Joker has one of us, he's won! Nobody knows where we are, or who took us. We're trapped by the most insane man alive with no means of escaping, and now, Kid Flash is up there suffering for it!"
He was nearly shouting by the end.
"There's always a way Robin, the League will find us," said Megan, walking over to put a comforting hand on Robin's shoulder.
He roughly shook it off, "You don't understand Megan!"
She backed away slowly, looking hurt.
"Hey! Don't talk to her like that! She's just trying to help!" yelled Superboy, jumping to his feet.
"Its fine, Superboy," said Megan quietly, staring at the floor.
"Not it's not fine! Do you think the rest of us aren't worried about Kid Flash too Robin? That he's not our friend too? Do you think that we don't already know that the chances of us getting rescued are almost zero, without you restating it?"
Robin remained silent.
"At least we haven't given up like you have, Kid Flash never would," Superboy finished, his voice almost a whisper.
Suddenly, there was a THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
It was the hollow sound of a body, being dragged down the stairs.
Told you the next chapter would be here soon! I love constructive criticism to make my stories better! (just nothing mean please…) Trying to write longer chapters, but you guys all know as writers how hard it is just to crank out one page! Hope you like it thus far, thanks for reading!
-Under the Willow Tree