Wow, this is the longest chapter yet. Okay so the only reason people know me on Fan Fiction is because of my blood and gore stories. Now this story hasn't had any blood or gore, so I decided to make a chapter that does. Unfortunatly when I was typing this I started watching Under the Red Hood... so I decided to write some of the clips into this story. So if you do happen to find the clips and think "That's from Under the Red Hood" Then it probably is.

I don't own Young Justice and or the little clips from Under the Red Hood I put into this.


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Joker

| Gotham City

Robin desperately clawed at what was left of his life. Trying and failing to breathe through broken ribs and punctured lungs. Everything hurt. His limbs were on fire and his eyes felt heavy, but he knew he couldn't sleep. He wouldn't let the Joker win... The Joker. He had done this. He had tortured him, injured him. He had left him to die. And now, the six year old lay on the ground, in that warehouse he had been dragged to, lying in a pool of his own blood, he could do nothing.

Robin coughed, spraying blood across the floor. He wanted to let into the darkness so much! He wanted to cry the pain away. It hurt so much. Everything hurt. He let out a cry of pain as he shifted wrong. He couldn't believe that in an instant, things had gone from perfect, to horrible. Joker wasn't supposed to be there, he wasn't supposed to get a hold of Robin. Robin wasn't supposed to be dying. He wasn't supposed to be horribly trying to breathe through the pain.

How had this all happened?

| Hours earlier

Rain poured down on the two caped heroes. They watched as goons passed by, running away from a bank and towards their getaway cars. It was a simple mission for the caped crusaders. If it wasn't then Batman would have never let Robin come. He would never risk putting his little bird in Danger. Robin looked towards Batman, who nodded. Robin happily flipped off of the gargoyle he was perched on, landing neatly on his feet. Batman also jumped off of his gargoyle. For some reason those things were all over Gotham.

Batman rushed to the Batmobile, swiftly jumping into the motorized vehicle followed closely by Robin. Batman then started up the engine on the black tank like car and pressed down on the gas pedal. The two zoomed away from their previous hiding place, and started following the goons, who had gotten into a truck. Batman pressed down on the gas harder, trying to catch up to the truck, but still staying enough distance away not to be spotted by them. The truck drove on for another couple of miles before stopping at an abandon warehouse.

Both heroes got out of the car and ran towards the building. There were five goons, all armed with guns and explosives. It would be easy if they took them out one by one. Both boys point their grabbling guns to the top of the buildings; they fired and quickly zipped up onto the roof. They then swiftly ran towards the sky light. Batman went in first, followed by Robin. Both of them sat in the rafters. Looking down at the men before them they could see that it would be an easy fight.

Batman would take a couple, and Robin would take a couple, they would be done within minutes. Seeing nothing wrong with the situation, Batman signaled Robin. Both jumped out of the rafters into battle. Both boys began attacking. But for some reason the thieves didn't look surprised by their entrance. All looked calm and got into a fighting stance. Batman and Robin charged at the thugs. Kicking and punching, trying to get the upper hand. Robin used one thug to get another, jumping on the thug's shoulders and then jumping off, making the thug stumble into another thug. Both tumbled to the ground. Batman had already taken out the last three goons.

He looked over at Robin and gave a small, barley visible smirk. Robin smiled back; both of them were unaware of what was truly happening around them. Suddenly Robin started to cough, Batman ran over to him with a concerned look on his face. Robin fell to his hands and knees, still violently coughing. After about a minute he fell unconscious, Batman easily caught him as he fell. Concern showed in the caped crusaders face. Suddenly he also started to cough. Through the cough's he could see Joker entering the room. He was holding a baseball bat.

"Nighty night Bats!" he swung the baseball bat, hitting Batman in the head, knocking him out cold. More goons came in and drug Robin away from Batman.

YJYJYJ

Robin slowly opened his eyes. His head hurt from a huge headache. He groaned and tried to sit up, he then realized something, he looked down at his legs, and his boots were gone. He tested his arms, realizing they were hand cuffed together and his gloves were gone. His utility belt was also gone. Robin struggled against his bonds, fear sinking in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know how he got here, or what happened, but he didn't like it.

"Ha ha, if it isn't little Boy Blunder," Robin shuddered at that voice. "I'm surprised Batsy even let you out of your cage. I mean, he's never properly introduced you to your Uncle J! So I thought, if Batsy won't let you see me, I would have to trick him. And it worked wonderfully." The Joker smiled happily.

"So I thought, why don't I play a game with the little bird. It sounds fun enough. Don't you like games Wonder Boy?" Robin didn't answer. Joker kicked him the ribs, he grunted, trying not to scream. "Answer me when I ask you a question boy." Joker spat a little more aggressively. He then smiled and laughed. "Well, that was fun! But why don't we get on to the game shall we?"

Joker left the room, leaving Robin all alone. Robin had heard stories from Batman about Joker, about how ruthless and insane the man was. He knew that he would most likely die. There was no way he was going to get out of this one. He swallowed back his fear as Joker came back in. The man was holding a black bag. He grabbed out a knife and smiled. Robin clenched his eyes shut. He didn't want to die.

Joker smiled even wider. He took the knife and stabbed it into Robin's right arm he then pulled the knife down slowly. Robin bit his lip, trying not to scream. Joker smiled at the blood that now poured out of Robin's arm. He then stabbed the knife into Robin's leg, twisting it in the flesh. Robin let out a cry of pain. Joker clapped at this. "You have such a wonderful voice Robby! Let's see if we can hear it even more. Joker cut off Robin's red vest, and tore off his bullet proof vest that was under it, showing his pale stomach. Joker lifted the knife and began to carve into Robin's stomach; Robin cried out but still didn't scream.

Joker started carving another word, and then another, until he had carved three words into Robin's small chest. The words 'Joker was here' was now carved into Robin's chest. Joker then moved over to Robin's left arm. He carved into the arm, he started with carving a D and then an A he continued until the word 'DEAD' was on Robin's arm. But he didn't stop there, right under the dead he continued carving until 'DEAD BIRD' was fully carved into Robin's arm.

Joker smiled at his work. He then grabbed out a small container, he reached into it and grabbed a handful of whatever was in the container. "This should make you sing." He said as he spread the hand full of stuff on Robin's cuts on his arms and chest. Robin screamed bloody murder. Joker rubbed the substance further into Robin's cuts, making Robin scream louder. Through all the pain Robin could tell that the substance was salt. Robin's back arched off the ground as if to release some of the pain but it only made the pain worse. He screamed even louder.

Joker was moving his hands as if conducting music. He seemed to be enjoying Robin's screams. After awhile Robin stopped screaming. He lay panting on the ground, shivering at all the pain. Joker smiled. "Well that was great wasn't it?" Robin couldn't reply through all the pain. So once again, Joker kicked Robin in the chest. This time Robin cried out in pain.

Joker went back over to his black bag and grabbed out a crowbar. The crowbar was red with a black circle and a yellow R painted on it. Robin's eyes widened. Joker walked over and smiled down at the boy. "This crowbar is special; it's made just for you." Joker said as he showed Robin the crowbar. He then raised the crowbar and hit Robin in the leg with it, Robin grunted. Joker smiled. "Oh come now Wonder Boy, you can do better than that!" He hit Robin in the ribs, a cracking noise filled the air, and Robin cried out. Joker hit him again in the ribs, getting another cry and another crack.

"You know Boy Blunder, I wonder which hurts worse. A," Joker hit him with the crowbar. "Or B," Joker hit him again. "Forward hand," another hit, "Or backhand," yet another hit. Robin was grunting and crying out, he was panting and coughing. Robin was now face down, still breathing heavily, he mumbled something and Joker quickly got down to hear it. "You'll have to speak louder lamb chop you might have a collapsed lung. That always puts a tamper on things."

Those who didn't know Robin thought he was a nice boy, those who did know of his snarky attitude. So to those who did know him would not be surprised at how the boy replied to that. Instead of trying to talk again he spat blood in Jokers face. Joker growled grabbing Robin's head and smashing it into the ground. He then stood up and wiped his face off. "Now that was just rude. Looks like I'm going to have to teach you some manners so you can better follow in Batman's footsteps… naw, I'm just going to keep hitting you with this crowbar, ha ha!" Joker stepped on Robin's head, pushing it farther into the floor. Robin closed his eyes and gave up hope.

YJYJYJ

"Well I gotta go kiddo; it's been fun though right?" Robin didn't answer he was lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, his eyes were closed. "Well, maybe a tinny bit more fun for me then you, I'm just guessing sense your being offal quiet. Anyway, be a good boy, finish your homework and be in bed by nine. And hey, please tell the big man I said, hello." Joker laughed and left the warehouse, laughing as he walked into the rain.

Robin opened his eyes as soon as he left, he had seen better days. His chest and arms were carved and marks where the crowbar had hit were visible, his legs were torn and beaten up and blood poured out of the wounds on them. Both white lenses on his mask had been ripped off sometime during the torture, showing his blue eyes. One of his eyes was swollen and half shut. He slowly shifted from his side to his back and raised his feet over his head; he then pulled his arms under his legs so that they were in front of him. He then tried standing; he had barley move his foot in front of him before he fell back to the ground. He grunted and pulled himself forwards with his hands, crawling until he reached the door. He reached for the door knob but when he got a hold of it he realized it was locked. He then sat against the wall next to the door and waited.

| Present time

Robin had been sitting like that for awhile now. His eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched and he panted and grunted every now and then. He was in so much pain. He couldn't even describe it. But he still wouldn't let into the darkness. He was afraid that if he let into the darkness, that he would never be able to wake up from it. Robin coughed spraying blood on his lips and on the floor. He didn't know how long he would last.

Robin's eyes started to close, he knew he shouldn't but he was so tired. Suddenly the door burst open. The six year olds eyes widened as rain poured down on the figure standing in the door way, thunder and lightning crashed in the background and Robin shuddered at the cold wind that came through the door. Batman rushed in the room and looked down at Robin, his breath caught in his throat as he saw the damage. He was surprised the boy was even still alive.

He took his cape off and wrapped it around Robin's small shivering form. He then picked the boy up and walked out of the warehouse. Robin snuggled into his mentor's chest, knowing he would be alright. He was fine now, Joker couldn't hurt him. Finally, Robin let into the darkness.


Okay, I can't believe I even wrote this. Usually I don't write that much on the torture. Oh well... Hope you guys like it anyway.