{Flesh and bone}

'Ohohohoho, did you guys see that? Hoodie took the hit!'

The Joker screeched loudly, he quickly picked up the camera and turned it to face himself, 'Oh wow, he couldn't bear this little kid to get hit!'

He whacked Jason with the bar a few more times then kicked him causing him to roll off Tim, he laughed even more hearing Jason's muffled grunts of pain.

The Joker then made the camera face him 'I think that concludes round one, don't you?' he then turned off the camera off, and began humming to himself.

Tim quickly shuffled away from the Joker, he went straight towards Jason's ear.

'Why did you do that?' He asked his voice shaky and very quiet.

'Not, not fair on you, Tim.' He whispered back slowly, Tim didn't understand what Jason meant, but he nodded slowly 'Tha-thanks'

The Joker suddenly noticed them talking, and turned around to face them.

'Whatcha little kids doing, huh?' he taunted, Jason glared at the clown.

'What? Don't you want the kid to get beaten to death? Or should I include explosives like with you?'

'Shut up.' Jason hissed.

'Oh wait, wait! how did you come back to life? I cant stop thinking about it!'

'Just shut up.'

'Haha, so this time do you think Batman will save you?'

There wasn't any answer from Jason this caused the Joker to smile.

The cogs in Tim's brain had began turning, living in Gotham he had noticed when Robin came to Jump City and not too long later that another Robin had came along working with the Bat, a new sidekick (it wasn't like Tim had been stalking them) then that Robin had disappeared, gone without a trace.

Rumours had said the replacement Robin had been killed, Tim hadn't believed it though, hero's don't die.

They are some sort of immortal idols, death isn't in there job description, they fight the bad guys, put them in prison and win, the bad guys don't win, they try to kill heroes but it always fails, just like on Saturday morning cartoons Tim used to watch.

Heroes didn't die.

But it seems the second Robin did.

With the Joker continually implying Jason was 'birdie' or a 'zombie' it had occurred to Tim, Jason was the second Robin.

But if Jason was meant to be dead how was he back? Earlier he had said he was back from the dead to kill the Joker, well if that was the only reason, it really wasn't going Jason's way.

'I've got a lock on his location.' Bruce spoke his voice wavering between urgently and relief, he spun around on the chair to face Dick, his face had a serious expression painted on it.

'Okay, we need to get there…before-' he sighed sadly '-before its too late again.'

The titans all got the co-ordinates on their communicators, and rushed off towards the location where Jason was.

Starfire smiled at Robin, 'We will get your brother back, I know it.'

Her words somehow reassured him, but she couldn't be sure if Jason was okay, none of them could, Jason was different, he had changed.

He was now more violent, he was blood-thirsty and unstable, he wasn't the same stupid, reckless kid, Dick had know, and now the last time they had spoke to it ended in an argument, thanks to him calling Bruce, he didn't want that to be his last memory of speaking to Jason.

'Yeah Star, we will get him back, we just have to.' he felt himself cross his fingers hoping with all his heart that the Joker hadn't already killed Jason, and he was sure Bruce was thinking the same thing too.

Joker was pacing, waving the damn crowbar about for his own amusement, he had a deep in thought look covering his pale face, 'Ya know, I really wanted to whack you with the crowbar, Timmy-boy-' he grinned, musing to himself.

'But you birdie -sigh- you just can't stay away from it can you? Do you and the crowbar have a thing, you came all he way back from the dead to get hit by it again!'

Jason growled at the clown, his ribcage ached, and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth was way too familiar, this time round he hadn't experienced almost as much pain as last time, but last time felt like it lasted a life-time, and he lost count how many times the crowbar smashed into his body, but this time it was about three hits.

And he classed that as nothing but it still hurt.

'Ahhhh okay, I do believe its time for round two?' Joker hissed, his eyes glancing over towards Tim, fear bubbled yet again in his stomach, he wished he wasn't scared.

He didn't want Jason to get hurt again, because he was too scared, frozen unable to move away from the incoming metal bar.

The Joker walked towards Tim, like an predator closing in on it's prey, Tim felt his heartbeat increase and the fear choking him, he felt frozen again, he was paralyzed where he was laying.

There was a gun laying on the bloodstained floor, the Joker must of left it there after shooting the others hostages, Jason reached for the gun, a sick smile spreading over his face as he heaved himself up of the floor, the Joker had seemed to overlook the fact that Jason wasn't handcuffed anymore, he underestimated him, did he believe that a few hits from the crowbar would leave him crying, his blood splattered on the floor, having flash backs?

He hit the gun over the back of Jokers head, causing the deranged man to keel over to the floor, Jason pulled the crowbar from his hands, he heard the mad man laughing.

Jason took a deep breath.

He was shaking.

It was a weird feeling holding the item that beat him half to death.

'Now-' Jason whispered hate spewing from every letter '-how does this feel?'

He smashed the crowbar into the Jokers skull, then in his side then his ribcage, again, again and again, over and over a constant attack, always repeating and never faltering.

Tim watched in horror as Jason smashed the crowbar into the Joker's body blood pooling around him and dripping from his mouth.

A part of Tim felt happy Jason was doing this, but the most part felt like this was just a hate riddled revenge attack.

Although he noticed tears welling up in Jason's eyes.

He was crying?

'Jay…stop.' Tim whimpered.

'NO, I can't I-' the tears were streaming down his face now.

'Stop, you're not like him..' Tim trailed off, he watched Jason throw the crowbar at the wall, scream at it, and Jason fall back to floor; pulling his knees up to his chest, repeating 'fuck it' over and over again.

Tim crawled awkwardly over to the older teen, but he was lost for words, he honestly couldn't thinking of anything to say to him.

They heard the Joker's laugh getting louder but it was raspy and broken, he put his arm in the air and in his hand was a button to detonate a bomb.

'Boom.' The Joker laughed 'All thr-three of us are going to g-go boom now, if only Bats were here…'

His finger pushed the button, to the teenagers horror.

'TAKE COVER!' Jason yelled.

Hey, Author note!

I can't apologise enough for the hiatus thingy, I haven't gave up on this story, I have the chapters planned out in my head and I'm still enjoying writing it! And I love all you reviewers thank you for reviewing this messed up story, you make me happy, and I'm sorry about the end of this chapter, but chapter 11 will be out soon!