Chapter nine: Worst Nightmare-Robin's POV-
When I wake up, I can't see anything, all I can do is rock myself back and forth in my chair. I can hear water dripping, I hear the same thing every morning, it's now the same routine. I can feel myself dying, but I know I can't give up. I hear familiar footsteps going down the hallway. Then I see a blinding white light and feel a pair of hands go onto the duct tape covering my mouth and I feel a sharp pain as its ripped off. When my vision returns I don't see Harley, but Sparrow instead and she looked a little worried, but when she noticed that I could see her clearly, she pulled a stubborn face.
"Hey, Harley, he's awake now!" She yelled.
"Oh, how delightful, now we can show him your sidekick."Sidekick?
Sparrow walked out of the room and Harley just stood there with her gun smiling. When Sparrow came back in I almost fainted, so many flashbacks. So much pain. I couldn't bear it anymore, it takes a lot for me to cry, but this did it.
I burst out into tears.
Just like the little baby that I am.
Stand there before me was Sparrow and an old me.
Joker Jr.
I guess this would be Joker Jr. The Second.
I clutch my chair, fighting back a sob, I strain my voice and finally get out one word.
"Why?"
I ask.
"Because, if we have this then you'll tell everything we need to know, just like last time. Son." Says Harley.
"I'm not your son!" I scream.
"Oh, but you are, if you don't remember we shared our blood with you, Mr. J and I did, remember?"
"No!" I yell.
They shared their blood with me?
Before I could think about it anymore, I feel a needle slip into my skin and I start to feel groggy, when I look up I see at least a hundred enlarged faces of Sparrow smiling at me. Then blackness.
