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Tim POV
I groaned, wincing when I tried to sit up and failed. My head felt like it was pounding, and it got worse when I tried to touch the bruise on the back of my head.
"Oh good, your awake. I was afraid that Joker's henchman had hit you too hard."
I turned my head towards the voice, squinting through the dim light. "Adam?" I asked, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the light.
"Yeah. How are you feeling?" Adam asked. I frowned, looking at Adam more closely. He was huddled in a corner of the room we were in, and his tone was filled with guilt. If it had been me like that, it wouldn't have looked that weird since I always sat in corners, hiding away from other. But for Adam, this was shocking. Adam never sat in corners, he always sat in the center of the room, the easiest place to be seen by other people. What did Joker do to him?
"I'm fine, only my head hurts. What about you?" I asked, pushing myself to my feet shakily.
He shook his head, looking down at the ground. "I'm fine, Joker just got a few swings in when you came in. Apparently he had been waiting for Batman or something." Adam said, turning his away from me when I limped next to him, then sat down.
I winced, remembering how I held up Batman. "... I'm sorry." My head snapped around so quickly I almost gave myself whiplash, and I stared at him with wide eyes.
In my entire life being Adam's twin, I could honestly say that I could count on one hand how many times Adam has apologized. He was always too stubborn to admit that he was wrong about something, and was even more stubborn when it came to saying he felt sorry about it. "Adam, are you sure Joker didn't hurt you too much? Did he say something?" I asked, looking at him concerned.
Adam scowled at me, making me relax slightly. "Joker didn't do anything except land a few hits. That's not why I'm apologizing. I... I was being an ass, and I was just redirecting my anger from my stupid teammates at you." Adam said, turning his head away again.
I blinked, trying to ignore the little voice inside my head that screamed happily when Adam admitted to being an ass. That wasn't too hard though, since it was covered up by guilt."Let me guess, your football team made fun of you for having a gay brother?" I asked, looking down at my lap.
"Yeah. The cheerleaders told them, and then the football players started making fun of you, and... I guess after seeing the cheerleaders make fun of you to your face, I didn't want to see the football players doing the same behind your back. Then they started making fun of me, and... well, you know what happened at home. And I was only joking when I called Dana mom." Adam said.
I stared at the ground, not bothering to look up at Adam. "Your not forgiven." I said.
Adam looked at me with wide eyes, and I almost laughed with how I must have looked moments before. "I know I normally forgive you for this stuff right away, but not this time. This whole, me being gay thing was... sensitive to me." I said. "I'm not saying I hate you Adam, but I... I just need time to get through all of this crap." I said, internally smiling when Adam sighed in relief.
"But, uh, I have one question about that guy that was with you at the game." Adam said suddenly.
"You mean Roy?" I asked, looking at Adam confused. What would Adam want to ask about Roy?
"He's not an asshole right? I mean, he seemed nice at the game, but I have hung around the cheerleaders enough to know guys aren't always the same alone." Adam asked, a blush crawling over my face.
"Your asking me if I'm in an abusive relationship? Adam, your worst than Jason." I said, laughing a little when I saw Adam roll his eyes.
"I highly doubt that." Adam said, though, he didn't look hurt by the fact that I thought about Jason as my older brother.
Actually, I had admitted that Jason and Dick were like my older brothers in front of Adam before. He wasn't upset then either, probably because Adam was my twin, and even if he was born before me, he wasn't older by that much. Good thing too, because I don't think either of us could deal with more drama.
"But seriously, if he hurts you, you tell me. I can send the cheerleaders after him." Adam said, making me laugh.
"Why would you send cheerleaders after Roy?" I asked, wincing slightly when my head started pounding a little harder. Though, Adam didn't seem to notice, so it didn't matter too much.
"Because, he's gay right? He might like the football players or any other team I send after him. Plus, cheerleaders are vicious. They would probably tear him to bits while using nair to make him bald." Adam said, smirking as I laughed.
"Great, now that we got that chick flick moment out of the way, how do you plan on getting us out of here, 'o legendary terror of the night?" Adam asked, grinning at me like his old, usual self when I stopped laughing.
I looked around, shaking my head as my grin faded. "I'm not sure. There aren't any vents, the door lock from the outside and has no knob inside, and it's too heavy to kick down. The walls are concrete, so obviously we can't bust through the walls either. We're literally in a giant concrete box." I said, sighing.
"Awesome." Adam said, his own grin fading as well.
I closed my eyes, trying to think about how to get out of here. Joker was obviously waiting for Batman to show, and if he didn't come soon, Joker would get too impatient and start beating us anyways. Everything in my belt was gone, there was no way to contact Batman or the others, and we had no clue where we were. I sighed, leaning my head against the wall, then hissing in pain when it hit he bruise on my head.
Damn it, if only Roy and the others were here- wait. "I really hope he didn't find it." I said, pulling off my belt so I could search all the pockets easier.
"Find what?" Adam asked, looking over my shoulder as I searched for the secret compartment I kept my phone in.
I grinned, a soft click filling the air as I took my phone out of the belt. "Your phone? You do realize that you won't get a signal down here, right?" Adam asked with a raised eyebrow.
"One, yes, I will. Oracle helped me upgrade it so I got a signal anywhere. Two, I already texted Roy and a few other friends before I came here. I never thought I would say this, but thank you Bruce for being an overly paranoid bastard." I said, grinning as I went to my text messages.
"Why don't you just call Batman or something?" Adam asked.
"Because he doesn't want us to use phones on patrol. He wouldn't answer, besides, he might all the way across Gotham by now. So even I did call Alfred to get Batman, it might be too late. Not to mention, we don't know where we are since Joker might have moved us. Superboy on the other hand, has super hearing, so he'll know where to take Impulse and Arsenal." I said, texting Kon quickly.
Adam blinked, staring at me. "You really thought this stuff out, didn't you?" Adam asked.
"Of course I did. I actually listened to our uncle when he said to prepare for the worst." I said, grinning.
Adam rolled his eyes, leaning back against the concrete wall. After all, there wasn't much we could do now. All we could do, was sit and wait for help to come.
I hope you guys liked this chapter. I meant to update this sooner, but I got hit with a short phase of writers block. No worries though, I got over it quickly.
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