Here's yet another chapter. Please enjoy!
Batman looked down from the helicopter, looking for any sign of Joker and Jason. Of course, there was one really obvious sign that Joker was there. His bright green hair. "That's him." he said to Nightwing and Red Robin, who were looking out with him. "Stay here until I call for back up.
"Got it." Nightwing said.
"Go get him." Red Robin added.
Batman left the wheel of the helicopter to Nightwing and he jumped out, planting his feet to land down on the roof. Once his feet was firmly planted, he looked up to see what was happening. Joker was bound to one of the poles on the roof with rope and there was a cardboard sign taped to his chest that read: "Clown Prince of Hell!"
Joker looked like he had gone through hell, which made the Bruce in him a little happy. Blood was dripping from his busted lip and broken nose and his clothes looked like they danced with a paper shredder. He was smiling even though he was pain. "Why hello Bats!" he said. "Your son got some anger issues. Might I suggest some therapy?"
Batman rolled his eyes at him and started to walk over to him, but he heard the loud sound of a gun loading. He stopped walking towards Joker and just stayed in one place. "Stay right where you are." the voice said.
Batman turned around just a bit to look at Jason, dressed in the uniform that surprising suited him. "How are you standing?" Batman said, knowing that his son was terribly injured.
"I'm on a lot of painkillers." Jason said, his voice sounded modified from the mask. "I'm pretty numb right now... but I'll do whatever it takes to get revenge."
"Jason... I know that Joker hurt you..."
"Yeah, Joker hurt me. More than you know." Jason said, walking over to to Batman, gun still tightly wrapped in his hand "That crazy son of a bitch needs to die. And so do you."
"I've always thought that Batty needed to die." Joker laughed from his restrains. "Just saying, I thought of it first. So I should be getting some income."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP JOKER!" Jason yelled before placing all his attention on Batman. "Five years Bruce. Five fucking years of torture... more than you know."
"I thought you were dead Jason. I'm sorry."
"No you're not. If you were sorry, the minute you saw me... the minute you laid eyes on me. Covered in blood... with broken bones... you would have taken me home. You would have picked me up off the ground, stained with MY BLOOD and taken me back home. Or... even better... you would have killed that crazy son of a bitch."
"You know that I won't kill Jason."
"IT'S RED HOOD!" he screamed. "I'M NOT YOUR LITTLE ROBIN BOY ANYMORE! IT'S RED HOOD." Jason wasn't fond of the name when Joker first placed it upon him... but it stuck. And that's what really mattered.
"I can't let you kill him." Batman said, going into a fighting stance. "I will fight you if I have to."
"You won't let me kill the person that's tortured, degraded and fucking raped me?!" Jason was gone. Red Hood had taken over, but Bruce finally came out from The Batman. He was no longer dark and scary. He was frozen and scared. The cause? The word rape. Bruce looked over at Joker. "You raped him?!"
"I never thought that I would have to... I've been putting it off for a while now." Joker said, laughing hysterically.
Bruce couldn't breathe, hearing that his son had been sexually assaulted by the crazy, green haired clown. He wasn't paying attention, so he was caught off guard when Red Hood tackled him. Batman fell to the ground and slid a bit to the edge of the roof, where his head and half of his back was hanging and at the risk of falling. Red Hood moved his hands to start and choke Batman, but Batman grabbed his wrists. "Joker got to you. I know what it's like."
"You have no idea what it's like!" Red Hood screamed. "To be tortured... to be raped by the motherfucker!"
Nightwing and Red Robin had been watching and listening from the helicopter. Nightwing was furious when he heard that Jason had been raped. Especially but The Joker. "Land the helicopter." he instructed Red Robin. Red Robin nodded and landed the helicopter of the helipad of the roof. Very lucky that Bruce would always take his helicopter to meetings outside of Gotham and go straight to his office. Nightwing and Red Robin jumped out of the helicopter and pulled out their weapons. "Jason stop! Please!" Red Robin cried.
Red Hood looked up from Batman and stared at Red Robin. Even though you couldn't see if through the mask, Jason was growling at him. Red Hood pulled Batman back up on the roof and threw him aside. Throwing his handgun away, Red Hood ran over to Red Robin and tackled him, this time, they both fell off the building. "ROBIN!" Nightwing screamed, but he should have known better. He should have known to trust Tim. Red Robin pulled out his grappling hook in mid air and connected it to the helicopter. He pulled hard on it and the hook stopped the two from falling to their deaths. Red Robin swung Red Hood into a window, breaking the glass and the two landed harshly on the ground. Batman and Nightwing let out a sigh of relief knowing that two were safe and that Red Robin would take care of Jason. The Joker had witnessed it all and was laughing as hard as he possibly could despite the tight rope around his chest. "Well! Imagine that! Both of your Robins together at last! I smell some emotional family matters!"
Nightwing looked at Joker with rage and disgust in his eyes. He grabbed Red Hood's fallen gun and started to walk towards Joker. Batman walked over and grabbed his shoulder. "Nightwing stop!" he yelled. Nightwing pulled his shoulder free and punched Batman in the stomach. "Don't get in my way Bruce." he yelled. "After what he's done to Jason, there's no way in hell that I'm letting him get away with what he's done."
Batman got up to his knees and watched as his eldest son approached the bound clown. He quickly pulled out a needle and threw it at Nightwing, hitting him in the shoulder. Nightwing screeched in pain, falling to the ground, becoming unable to move again. He was drugged again with a paralyzing drug. "Bruce, what the hell?!"
"I won't let you kill The Joker." he said, pulling his son over to the side and grabbing Jason's gun. He threw the gun over the roof and walked over to Joker. "Because I'm going to do it."
"Bruce... w-what are you-"
Batman walked over to The Joker and pulled out a Batarang. "You kidnapped my son. Held him captive for five years. Tortured him. Degraded him. And even worse... you raped him. I'm going to make you pay."
"You won't kill me." Joker said, pushing his head out and smiling. "You don't have the balls to kill me."
Batman pulled up his Batarang, ready to strike him... but... he couldn't. Batman dropped his weapon and sighed. Joker started to laugh again. "I knew it. You can't kill me." Joker laughed.
Batman shook his head and pulled out another needle, injecting it into Joker's neck. As the liquid went into his system, Joker kept laughing and laughing, until he passed out. Batman looked over at Nightwing, who was staring at the two. "I'm sorry Dick." Bruce came out. "I wanted to. I wanted to kill him... but that's not how I work. It's not how we work."
"It's okay." Dick said, starting to move again from his temporary period of being paralyzed. "I'm sorry too. I let my emotions get the better of me."
Bruce held his hand out to his son and helped him stand. Once Dick was on his feet, he removed his cowl and hugged his son. Dick pulled him closer and let a few tears slip onto the Bat suit. Bruce let him go and they both went back to The Joker. Dick removed the the ropes from is chest, but not the ones on his wrists and ankles. Bruce carried The Joker from the pole to the helicopter. He gave him another dose of the sedative, making sure that he would stay asleep. "Okay... let's go get your brothers."
Tim and Jason were very lucky to land in Bruce's office, which was empty at this time of night. Tim and Jason landed on the ground and were laying on the ground, taking multiple breaths. Jason was lucky that his face was covered with the helmet so the glass didn't hurt him, but Tim's face got scratched up a bit and some blood was dripping from some trapped glass in his cheeks and lip. Tim was focusing on his breathing, he didn't expect Jason to hop on top of him and start to choke him. Tim didn't get a look at Jason, but his helmet had been cracked and Jason threw it to the side. There was still some blood dripping from the side of his face from the impact from the glass and floor. "You wanted to replace me!" he yelled. "I saw what you said! You wanted to be Robin. You took that away from me!"
Tim moved his leg over and pushed Jason off of him. Tim then held down Jason's wrists and ankles to make sure that he didn't try to attack him. "Please, let me explain Jason." Then Jason yelled out in pain. His painkillers were wearing off. "JASON!"
Tim let Jason go and pulled him into his arms. Jason groaned in pain as Tim held him. "Why are you even here?" Jason asked. "You wanted to be my replacement. You wanted to get rid of me. Joker showed me the video."
"No... no I didn't." Tim said, happy that there was time to explain himself to Jason. "What Joker showed you... what I was saying. I was on drugs. Painful drugs. And what I was seeing while on the drug, Joker would say it was stop if I just said what he wanted. Which is what you heard.
"Jason. I never wanted to replace you. You were a hero to me. I knew that I could never leave up to the expectations you set, but I just wanted to help Bruce. He was a fucking wreck when you died."
"So... he does care." Jason whispered, wincing at his ribs.
"Yes Jason. He loves you."
Jason let out a chuckle. "You're not... all that bad Replacement. Not... all that... bad."
"Jason?" Tim shook Jason a bit. "Jason?! Come on, don't-don't do this! Jason!" Tim removed Jason's jacket and unzipped his body armor to look at his chest. Tim gasped his shock. The rape must have been brutal. Dark purple bruises and dark red bleeding scars covered his chests. One of his broken ribs must of punctured something. "Jason, come on! Wake up please!" Then Tim got a look at what Jason passed out for. It wasn't the bruises, or the glass or his ribs. Jason had a knife in his hand when the painkillers stopped. And the knife was now in his stomach. "JASON! No, please don't do this! W-We can make something here. All of us... please don't do this!"
Tim heard the sound of cracking glass. He looked up, tears in his eyes. Dick and Bruce landed in the office. Bruce ran over to them and grabbed Jason from him. "Jason... Jason, can you hear me?! Jay, please!" he looked up at Tim. "W-What happened?!"
"He stabbed himself. This... this was his plan. He either killed us or killed himself." Tim said, crying at the sight of Jason's dark blood on his hands.
Bruce looked down at Jason, who was losing to much blood. "No... no, no, no!"
"Bruce, we need to get some help!" Dick said, picking up his comm and telling Alfred to get the med bay ready.
"I won't lose you again Jay! I won't lose him again!" Bruce yelled, grabbing his son and pulling down his cowl. "We're saving him. Right now!"
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