This is my longest chapter yet...

In Dick's words, Jason was not feeling the aster right now. He hated being chained up. Chained to a chair, chained to the ceiling (really hurtful btw), or like now, chained to a wall. He sighed. He had already tried to get out of the chains, but every attempt had failed and left him with sore skin under the thick chains around his wrists.

One day had passed since he and Dick were kidnapped and the Joker seemed to think that asking Scarecrow to join him was a good idea. Jason's stomach grumbled, reminding him of the lack of food, but his hunger and thirst were nothing compared to his worry for Dick. Sure, Dick was his older brother, but Jason would always see him as his baby brother. It was just Dick's childish manners that made everyone adore him, and Jason, with his 15 years, was only one year younger than Dick. He clenched his fists as he remembered the previous day's events.

The Joker cackled and Jason frowned as Dick paled rapidly, all color draining from his face. "Do you know what I'm talking about, Boy Wonder?"

Jason gasped and stared at Dick. This was bad, really bad. Being kidnapped for being the sons of billionaire Bruce Wayne is one thing, but being kidnapped by the Joker as Robin, that was a completely different story. Everybody knew how obsessed the maniac was with Batman. Joker's gaze shifted to Jason. "And if I had to guess, than I'd say that you are Red Hood, aren't I right?" Jason just glared at him, but his non-existent answer was an answer itself. Joker chuckled darkly, finding this whole situation absolutely comical. "Well, I guess you remember Daisy?" Jason frowned. "Who?"

"Not who, 'what'. Wait a second, I'll be right back." He disappears somewhere in the dark. "So," muttered Jason. "I guess we are in trouble now?" Dick snort humorlessly and Jason threw a worried glance at him. "Yes, trouble," said his older brother, sounding somewhat bitter, "I'm sorry I blew our cover." Jason just shook his head. "Don't be. The only thing I'm angry about is that you didn't tell me anything about the scar." Regret filled Dick's eyes and Jason immediately felt guilty. Scars held storys, he knew that better than anyone and he could understand if Dick didn't want to release those memories. "Sorry," he apologized, smirking at Dick's shocked face. Jason was apologizing, the world was ending. "You don't have to talk about it of you aren't ready to." A dry chuckle escaped Dick's lips. "I am doing this since I was nine, you know. It's no wonder I have scars." Jason's eyes widened slightly. "Scars with an 's' at the end, as in plural?" Dick rolled his eyes. "Yes, scars with an 's'. Don't be so shocked," he said as he saw Jason's expression. "What did you expect? That I have never been captured? That I haven't been shot, or cut? You know how the villains are in Gotham. They don't make a different between a kid and an adult." Jason slowly processed what his brother was saying. His always happy, caring, fearless and carefree brother had wore a mask of fake-feelings all along. "Why didn't you tell us?" Whispered Jason, voice cracking. Dick looked troubled. "This is my problem, not your. I didn't want you to worry about me." A cruel laugh interrupted the brotherly moment. "How touching," snarled the Joker, stepping back into the dim light the lamp above their heads was giving. "But I'd like to reintroduce dear Mr. Todd here to my dear old friend Daisy." A pulled out a crowbar from behind his back and Jason sucked in a sharp breath. He hated crowbars. Dick eyed the weapon carefully and once he saw the dried blood, he asked, disgust lacing his voice, "Is that...?" He wasn't able to finish his sentence, but Jason- and sadly the Joker- understood what he ment. The maniac laughed one of his typical shrill laughs and nodded. "Yes, yes, it is. This, Gentlemen, is the blood of Jason Todd, or better known as Red Hood. You know," he said, turning his cold eyes to stare at Jason, "She really missed you. We both agree that blood really suits your face and now it will stand in contrast with the white streaks in your hair. Isn't that great, a real masterpiece. Maybe I should call it 'The broken boy', what do you think?" Jason wanted to spit a snarky reply, but Dick beat him to it. "I think that you are a disgusting piece of shit that better stays away from my brother." Joker laid a hand over his heart in mock hurt. "My, my, Boy Blunder, have you forgotten everything I taught you about showing respect?" Jason clenched his fists as Dick shuddered. Joker's teaching methods couldn't be... pleasant for the student and in this case, the student was his brother. "Leave him alone, you bastard!" The Joker groaned in fake annoyance. "Don't tell me I have to teach you the same lesson. Are all of you 'Batboys' so disrespectful?" Jason decided to play dumb. "What others?" That resulted in a hard slap to his cheek that jerked his head to the side. "Hey!" Yelled Dick, but Jason just rolled his eyes. He had had worse, far worse. "I mean," explained the Joker, eyes fixed on Jason, "Red Robin and Batman, or should I say Timmy and Brucy?" Jason lowered his eyes. The Joker had figured it all out. The villain cackled. "And what about the last boy? Damian?" Dick glared at him and replied, "Non of your business." The Joker just smirked wickedly. "Whatever you say. You know, Bird Brain-" Jason scowled at the insult, whilst Dick just watched the Joker with calm eyes, "I love you all- I love Batman the most of course, but you come right after him. You could say you are my little favorite." Dick flinched at the word and spat, "Shut up!" Jason frowned and the Joker noticed his confusion. "Oh dear, I think our little Hood is confused. Why don't we enlighten him, Robin?" Dick just shook his head. "Stay the fuck away from me." Wow, if Dick was swearing, than he was serious about this, he didn't want Jason to know- whatever Jasons wasn't supposed to know. The Joker shook his head sadly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Bird Boy. I thought I taught you some manners." Dick snort. "Hell will freeze before I listen to you." A dangerous glint was in the Joker's eyes as he paced in front of the brothers. "Is that a challenge?" He sounded truly excited. "Dick," hissed Jason warningly. His brother was moving on very thin ice here. Ignoring Jason, Dick just stared angrily at his captor. Joker started laughing again and walked behind Dick to move his chair so he was facing Jason now. "So," said the villain, bouncing on the balls of his feet, "Who is ready to reveal some secrets?" Jason frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"There shouldn't be any secrets between brothers, but our dear Birdie has a few things he doesn't want to share. I am just trying to strengthen the bond between you two. I'm trying to help!" Jason glared at him. "We don't need your help, so thanks, but no thanks."

Another slap to his cheek. It was really starting to sting now. "I am not giving you a choice." He took out a pocket knife. Jason took a sharp breath, but the Joker strode over to Dick who started to struggle in his chair. "Hey!" Cried Jason. "Leave him alone!" The Joker just laughed. "Oh, I don't want to hurt him, I'm just going to cut open his shirt, that's all." If Dick and Jason wouldn't have been in a situation like that, Jason would have said something stupid about the Joker wanting to see Dick shirtless, but Dick looked really panicked, so Jason bit his tongue and kept quiet. As their tormentor started to cut his shirt, Dick struggled even harder, but the chains kept him in place. "Now, now, Robby, stay still or you'll hurt yourself."

"Get away from me," hissed Dick, his voice lacing with anger and hate. Jason had never seen his brother like this, so panicked and helpless. The Joker ignored Dick's protest. Once he had fully stripped Dick off his shirt, he stepped aside to show Jason the bare chest of his older brother. Jason gasped. Scars. Scars littered Dick's body like a second skin. Jason let out a choked sound, a mix between a sob and an angry growl. Who would do that to his sweet, caring brother? The answer stood right next to him. The Joker looked at all the scars in glee. "Beautiful, aren't they?" Jason felt like puking. His definition of beautiful was defenitifly different from the Joker's. The maniac brushed over one of the scars with his finger and Dick shuddered. "I like this one the most," said Joker, pointing at a scar right over Dick's heart. Jason narrowed his eyes. There, carved deeply into his brother's skin was the word 'favorite'. Jason's eyes widened in realisation. That was why Dick had flinched when the Joker had called him that, because he was already marked as his 'favorite'. "Dick," whispered Jason in horror. Sure, he had scars, too, but not like this. He didn't even want to know about Dick's mental state. To hide all of this must have taken its toll on Dick. The Joker laughed crazily and raging fury filled Jason. "I swear to god, I will kill you for this, I will rip you ap-" A knife at Dick's throat stopped his rambling. "Tsk, tsk, I don't like being threatened and you don't want me to add another scar on your brother's body, do you?" Jason gritted his teeth in anger but shut his mouth. "Good," purred the crazy man in front of him. "And now apologize." Jason almost laughed. Yeah right, as if. The knife was pressed deeper into Dick's skin and droplets of blood ran down his neck. Jason clenched his fists. "Come on, Yay yay. I just want to hear those little words. It won't kill you-" then he smirked, "But disobeying will kill your precious brother." And as he pressed the knife even deeper into Dick's neck and Dick hissed in pain, Jason finally lowered his head, eyes burning with rage. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, hands clutching the arms of his chair. "What was that?" Mocked the Joker, cackling as Jason glared at him and yelled, "I said I'm sorry! Are you happy now?"

"Oh, yes I am." He took something out of his pocket. Jason realise that it were two masked, similar to the ones Red Robin and Robin wear. The Joker grinned and put them on the brothers' faces, who were struggling the whole time, but they couldn't do much with their bound hands and feet. Then he turned to his left-Jason suspected the door to be there- and whistled once. A second later, they could hear the creak of a door and another figure stepped into the light. Jason took a sharp breath. Scarecrow. Looks like the Joker brought his friends, but wanted to be the only one who knew their secret identity. Scarecrow smirked. "Who do we have here? Two of the bat's boys?"

"Yes, yes," answered the Joker in a song-song voice. "Red Hood and our little Birdie." The other villain frowned. "Who is who? And why is Red Hood wearing a mask, too? What happened to his helmet?" The Joker shrugged innocently. "I don't know. I guess they were trying to confuse me. Didn't really work," he added the last part quietly, voice dangerously low, sending shivers down Jason's spine, then he pointed at Dick. "This one is Robin." The smile that crept on Scarecrow's face wasn't a good sign. "The little Birdie in chains, huh, and no Batman to save you-" he turned to Jason, "Both of you." Jason glared at him and the Joker. "What the hell do you want?" Scarecrow smirked. "Information. We want to know where the Batcave is." Jason glanced at Joker and the glint in his captor's eyes told him that he already suspected the answer. The Joker just wanted to see how long Red Hood and Robin could resist the pain that was to come.

That was the last time he had seen Dick. Scarecrow had taken Jason to the cell he was currently in and the Joker had taken Dick somewhere else. That bastard had but speakers inside Jason's cell and the next few hours were torture. Mental torture. Jason was forced to listen to Dick's screams, the never-ending, horrible screams of pain. Jason was sure that he was going insane if he had to listen to his brother's pain any longer. One day and Jason was already cracking.

A/N: Pleaseeee don't kill me. I have to admit that I didn't really plan this chapter and I kinda got off track, but yeah... What do you think?