Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or Young Justice.

VOILA! An update!

The moment you've all been waiting for...Red Hood vs. Joker pt. 2!

I really hope you guys like it!

Don't forget to review! I need opinions in order to improve!

Kon was using his X-ray vision, trying to see past the BatCave's walls, any clue as to who Batman was, and in turn finding out who Robin and Nightwing were.

"Don't bother." Batman said checking Nightwing's head. "All of the walls are laced and reinforced by lead, you and Superman can't see through lead."

"Coulda warned you Kon." Roy said putting a hand on his shoulder, "No one apart from the League founders, actually know the identities of the Batfamily . I've known Robin and Nightwing for over three years, and I still don't know they're identities."

"What were you thinking going after the Red Hood?" Batman interrupted, hoping to change the subject. Despite the harshness of his voice, his movements were surprisingly gentle as he examined Nightwing.

"Technically it was Nightwing who went after him." Roy replied, "Kon and I followed him to make sure he didn't do anything stupid."

"Letting him go after the Red Hood alone was stupid of all of you!" Batman snapped, "You have no idea what he's truly capable of!"

"No offense, but I don't think you know what Nightwing is capable of." Roy said, "You haven't seen him these last six weeks, he barely eats or sleeps anymore. He's been putting all of his time and effort into finding Robin."

"I'm actually starting to worry about him." Kon said.

Both heroes turned, surprised that Conner had said anything at all. He was staring at Tim's costume in the display case, his shades were off so both Batman and Red Arrow could see the intensity in his eyes.

"I know Kon." Roy said, "I'm worried about Robin too."

"I'm not talking about Robin, I'm talking about Nightwing." Kon explained turning to face them. "Ever since we've started looking for Robin, he's been getting more violent and out of control."

"What he's doing is not right." He looked directly at Roy as he said this. "You and I both know Robin wouldn't have wanted him to go this far."

"Can you blame him though?" Roy asked. "Kon, I know that you're worried about Robin, and I know how much you care about him. Hell, I practically grew up with the kid in terms of our crime-fighting so I know how you feel. But neither one of us can even come close to how much Nightwing cares about him."

"I don't understand." Kon said frowning. "How is what Nightwing feels for Robin different to what we feel."

"Because Robin isn't just a friend, or a sidekick to Nightwing." Roy explained. "Robin is his brother. His little brother. Nightwing practically helped Batman raise him from day one. Before he even became Robin Nightwing was the one of the few who trained him, and gave him advice whenever he needed it."

Batman never interrupted. He knew what Roy was saying was true. Out of all the member of their little Bat family Dick and Tim were by far the closest. Dick and Tim had a bond, and as close as Tim and Bruce were, it was nothing compared to his and Dick's. To Tim, Dick was his absolute confidant. The person he trusted most, the person he felt he could always rely on. When they had first met, it was Dick who suggested Tim take his place as Robin. Tim was only nine years old at the time, the same age Dick was when he started. Bruce had consented only if Tim had done a year of training beforehand. First Tim trained with Alfred for three months, then he went abroad to study under some of Bruce's close friends for six, finally Tim returned to Bludhaven to train under Dick for the last three months.

The two had really bonded during their time, and Tim had exceeded all expectations of him. Dick himself said that Tim was probably the best Robin he had ever seen, and Bruce found it hard to disagree. As crazy as it was, Tim was the reason he and Dick had reconciled their differences, there was something special about Tim, something that both Jason and Dick lacked, and to this day Bruce still couldn't figure out what it was. Dick seemed to know though, and whenever it concerned Tim, Bruce saw a side of Dick he had never seen because of that.

It was because of this, he knew that Dick would take his disappearance so hard. Roy had said to him that he didn't know what Nightwing was capable was.

How wrong he was. Batman knew exactly what Dick was capable of, after all he was the one who trained him. When Dick had told Bruce he would kill for Tim, he didn't question it. He never doubted it. As much as it frightened him to admit it, he knew that Dick meant every word he said. He was even more terrified of what he had to do in order to stop Dick.

He prayed to God he would never have to find out.

Jason was currently sitting in a first class seat on the Black Mask's most expensive, and very best private jet. The setting was impeccable. Along with big comfy seats, there were at lease three lounge couches, all of them from exqusite red fabric. First-class dining and drink, all of which he refused. There was even a crystal chandelier hanging in the center.

But he didn't care about it. Any of it. All he could think about was the reason he was going to Bosnia in the first place.

'You don't know.' Jason thought to himself as he clasped his hands together and rested his chin of them. 'You don't know if the Joker has the kid.'

Except he did. He didn't know how or why but deep in his gut, he knew...he knew where Tim was, and he knew where the Joker was keeping him.

'Why else would he go back there?' Jason thought bitterly, 'What better way to destroy the Batman than by taking his current Robin to the site where he killed the last Robin.'

He didn't even know why he was bothering to go! He didn't even know the kid, he sure as hell didn't like him! He could've told Batman what he knew and that would be the end of it.

Except Batman didn't make it the last time, and this wasn't Robin who was threatened, it was Tim Drake.

'How the hell did the Joker even find out about our identities?' Jason asked himself.

Suddenly it all hit him.

"Oh My God." Jason croaked loudly.

He suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Bruce last year, the one where he and Bruce had actually used their real names. He had left the Joker in the closet that day, where he could have easily overheard them.

He jumped from his seat with a snarl and threw the tray of food they had left for him against the wall. The tray slowly slid down leaving a trail of messy goop along the way.

'It's our fault.' he thought. 'It's all our fault.'

He and Bruce had made a mistake, now an innocent kid was paying the price for it.

"I will not let it happen again." He growled with ferocity. "I will not let another Robin die at the hands of that psycho."

Dick groaned as his eyes began to drift open. He blinked a couple of times to adjust himself to the new light that was above him. For a brief moment he wondered where he was at. Then a familiar voice answered his question for him.

"About time you woke up."

Dick's eyes snapped open, and he bolted awake, immediately regretting it as he felt his head spinning.

"You better take it easy." Bruce commented putting a hand on his shoulder. "You got hit pretty hard."

Dick shoved off his hand and swung his legs off the bed. The minute he stood up, his knees gave away. He would've fallen hard on the floor, if Roy hadn't been there to catch him. Dick looked around and saw Roy standing next to him, he looked up to find Kon, once again, staring at Tim's Robin costume .

"You ok?" Roy asked as he helped Dick sit on the bed.

"I'm fine." Dick grunted. "What were you thinking calling him?"

Roy's eyes narrowed behind his mask, "I was thinking that I didn't want you to slip into a coma from that concussion the Red Hood gave you. I'm pretty sure Robin wouldn't have wanted you to either."

Dick's heart clenched at the mention of Tim.

"Nightwing." Bruce said, well aware of the fact that neither Roy or Kon, knew any of their secret identities. "I know that you're angry with me. But it's for the best that-

"I think we all know what happens when you do what you think is best." Dick hissed.

"We're better off if we look for him together, Nightwing." Batman insisted.

"It's your fault he went missing in the first place!" Dick shouted violently turning to face Bruce. Even though he was beyond furious, he still knew better than to reveal Jason's name in front of Kon and Roy. "If you had told him about Red Hood, none of this would've happened! He wouldn't be gone!"

"Nightwing!" Bruce snapped sharply, not wanting the other two to discover their past with Jason.

"No! I've had enough of this!" Dick cried waving his arm wildly, "I'm through with the secrets and lies! They've both been looking for Robin all this time, and they deserve to know the truth just as much as he did!

"What are you talking about?" Conner asked finally turning from Tim's display case.

"Red Hood used to be Robin." Dick confessed. He sagged into a chair with his face in his hands. His voice had lost the anger and it was replaced with regret and guilt.

"What!" Roy and Kon cried at the same time, their eyes widening in shock.

"When I retired as Robin, Batman took a replacement." Dick explained taking his head out of his hands, "Red Hood used to be Batman's partner. Until he was murdered six years ago by the Joker.

"Murdered?" Roy questioned. "That's not possible, we just saw him a few hours ago."

"He was resurrected by one of Batman's enemies," Dick continued, "Once he came back to life his mind was shattered and he's been AWOL up until a year ago when he made his reappearance."

Batman had remained unusually silent during Dick's explanation, but anyone who knew him could tell that the tightening of his jaw and his nostrils flaring, were a sure sign of one of his famous Bat-outbursts.

"So you've known this whole time, and you never told Robin." Roy asked incredulously. "God, Nightwing, I expected this from Batman, but you? You've never kept secrets from him."

"I never meant to hurt him." Dick whispered, "As far as he knew, J-

He stopped himself before he could use Jason's real name.

"As far as he knew," He continued, "the Robin before him was someone who fought valiantly alongside Batman, and died for what Batman believed in. If he found out the truth, I know for a fact that Robin would've gone looking for him, and I didn't want him anywhere near the Red Hood."

It was then he realized that he couldn't put all the blame on Bruce. He was just as responsible as well, and that killed him.

"It's all my fault." Nightwing whispered, "I should've told him and I didn't, and now he's gone. He's out God knows where and he's probably wondering why we haven't found him."

Dick suddnely lunged from his seat with a snarl and he grabbed it and bashed it against the metal table causing it to fall to pieces.

"Why haven't we found him yet!" he screamed, "We're supposed to be the world's greatest detectives and we can't find a single thirteen-year old kid!"

Batman knew that if he didn't do something, Nightwing could very well have a breakdown then and there and that was not something he wanted the other heroes to see.

"Nightwing enough!" he shouted in a harsh voice. "Screaming and feeling sorry for yourself will not find Robin!"

Dick whirled around ferociously and lunged at Bruce, but Bruce pinned him against the wall before he could do any real harm. He leaned his head next to Dick's and whispered in his ear so the other two couldn't hear.

"I know that this is hard for you." Batman whispered, "I know how much he means to you, but you are not the only one who is suffering from this. Believe it or not, there are a lot of people inside and outside the League who care about him, and while I may not show as well as you do, I love him too. I know that you hate me right now, and there's a good chance you're going to hate me for a long time, but I need you to work with me right now. I need your help to find him. Please Nightwing...I can't afford to lose another son."

By the end of Bruce's speech Dick was shocked. This was probably the most emotional thing he had ever heard Bruce say. He must've been desperate if he was letting himself open up like this. He sagged against Batman's grip and nodded.

"Okay." he said, "I'll do it."

Batman gently eased off of him and Nightwing straightened himself up and looked at Roy and Conner. Both were wearing equal expressions of shock at the emotion and animousity that was shown seconds earlier. But he knew that they were also waiting for his orders.

"Looks like we're going to be working with him from now on." Nightwing said to them.

"Are you sure?" Roy asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, now come on we should get some sleep while we can. It's going to be six in the morning." Nightwing said leading them towards the spare cots Batman kept in the cave.

"Guess it's true what they say." Roy quipped, "You Bats really are nocturnal creatures."

Batman froze at the computer where he was putting it at rest. He turned so quickly he almost gave himself whiplash. "What did you just say?"

Roy and the others stopped in their tracks. "Uh-sorry I guess I've spent too much time around KF."

Batman stalked towards Roy in enormous strides and he was standing at his full height and glaring down at Roy.

"What. did. you. say?" Batman repeated emphasizing each word.

"I-I said you Bats are-

Before he could finish his sentece, Batman was stalking towards the computer again.

"God what kind of idiot have I been!" He snarled to himself as he restarted the computer, "Of all the careless, stupid mistakes I've made!"

"Batman stop." Nightwing said, "What are you talking about?"

"The Joker!" Batman snapped, "At Arkham he called me Batman!"

"Ok." Nightwing still wasn't sure what he was getting at.

"When have you ever known the Joker to call me by my full name."

Dick's eyes widened behind his mask as he realized what he was implying.

"He's never used your full name before."

"He's always called me Batsy or Batz." Bruce finished, "That wasn't the real Joker at Arkham."

"Then who was it?" Dick asked.

"That's what I'm about to find out." Batman strided towards the Batmobile, with Nightwing following closely behind him.

"You two follow us on the spare cycles!" He called to Roy and Conner as he jumped in the car with Bruce and they drove out leaving tire-tracks in the driveway of the Cave."

(Bosnia 12:00 pm)

They were finally landing, turns out they had to make a delay over russia to drop off some cargo to a mob boss. Once they had landed Jason's first plan of action was to go to the pilot's cockpit and slit his couldn't risk anyone finding out where he was, the pilot was a loose end.

He looked at the scenery in Bosnia . The weather was cloudy, and there was a small town about two miles from the airfield, nearly all of the buildings and houses were made of wood. They were completley surrounded by snow and large pine trees. Most people would think the scenery was picture perfect.

He was not one of those people.

'After all,' he thought, 'this is where I came to die.'

His boots crunched on the snow, the collar of his jacket was moving along with the breeze. Even though it was chilly he didn't really need a wintercoat, his usual leather jacket suited him just fine. He quickly got on one of the snowmobiles that was left out for the passengers. The ride to town only took about twenty minutes, he stopped a few stores down from a local bar. In a town this small, there was hardly any crime rate, but any information they had could be useful to him.

He quickly took off his red helmet and placed it in the duffelbage he carried with him, but kept his mask on. He put some shades on to cover the mask and walked slowly indoors.

It was the usual setting for a typical bar. Dim lighting, pool tables, rancid smells and a broken jukebox playing the same song over again. At the Bar counter was the usual array of badly dressed drunks. There were two bartenders on was a slightly overweight man in his sixties with thinning gray hair and the other a young man around his early to mid-twenties. He casually walked up to the barcounter and sat on a stool.

He asked for a beer and opened it with his teeth. He took a sip before speaking.

"Anybody here speak english?" he asked.

The bartender gave him a stink-eye while the other customers merely paused in their drinks, until someone finally broke the silence.

"Yeah, I do." said the younger. He had a slight accent as he spoke english. "Names Adis."

Jason ignored the introduction. "An old buddy of mine said I could find work here, at an old warehouse in the mountains. You know anything about that?"

"Do you mean the Phoenix Warehouse?" Adis asked, "That's a privately owned building. It got blown away six years backs, but someone rebuilt it about two years ago. But it's abandoned, nothing ever comes in or out of that building."

Jason believed it. Ra's probably had it built from the guilt he had over Jason's death. He probably kept it as a silent tribute, he wondered how often Ra's checked on it. It was a long shot, but Jason had to see for himself.

"Thanks." he said. He put some money on the counter for his barely-touched beer and stood up walking out of the bar.

He now had a lead. He was half-hoping that he was wrong.

The ride to Arkham was faster than Nightwing had expected, then again it didn't surprise him. The ride was quiet, but the tension could be cut with a butter knife. He could vaguely hear the roaring of Conner and Roy's two mortorcycles that followed closely behind them.

"You know what you're going to do?" Nightwing asked.

Batman had his fists clenched on the steering wheel, "I'm getting answers."

He almost shivered at the coldness in Batman's voice. Almost, if he weren't as focused and angry as he already was.

Before they knew it they were already at the gates. Batman stepped out of the vehicle and stroded to the gates with Nightwing, Red Arrow, and Superboy flanking him. Not bothering to speak with the guards at the front, he strided to the Level One Solitary Confinement cells. There was a single clerk at the front. Batman stood in front of the clerk who controlled the clerk was sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper. He felt a presence and when he looked up he spat it out.

"Batman! W-what are-

"Open it." Batman ordered.

"I-I can't just open it!" the clerk sputtered.

He was met with one of the famous Bat-Glares and he immediately complied with Batman's wishes.

Batman immediately strode in front of the Joker's cell, with more force than necessary he ripped the door open. He turned to Red Arrow and Kon.

"Stand Guard. No one gets in. Understand."

Both nodded at his demand and he nodded for Nightwing to follow him, to which he happily complied.

Nightwing shut the door behind him. He never thought he could hate a person, but the Joker proved him wrong.

"Batman." the Joker greeted, "I didn't expect to see you so soon after our last encounter."

Batman wasted no time. He ripped the Joker from his chains and slammed him against the floor.

"Where is he!" he roared.

"Now Batman I have

"You are not the real Joker, so tell me where he is." Batman snarled.

"So you've finally figured it out?" the fake Joker smirked. "Then my programming has been completed. I will now self-destruct in t-minus thirty seconds."

A beeping was starting to occur and Batman's eyes widened in realization and he grabbed Nightwing and bolted out the door.

"Let's go!" He cried to Red Arrow and Superboy, "There's a bomb!"

Both boy's eyes widened as they realized what he said and followed his command. Superboy went back for the clerk and pulled him out taking him along with them. They had closed the door to solitary confinement as the explosion occured.

It took them a minute to finally open the door and once they did they were met by a cloud of smoke. Batman grabbed an airmask from his utility belt and gave two more to Roy and Conner. Nightwing had his own mask out and followed Batman into the cell.

It was total chaos in the cell, the walls were ripped and blackened by the smoke and where the Joker used to be was nothing but a pile of scrap metal.

"An android?" Dick said incredulously. "You're telling me an android has been in the Joker's place this whole time and no one noticed? How could they not notice?"

Batman was glaing at one of the pieces where he could see the manufacturing logo on one of the scrap pieces. "Because it was a damn good copy."

He handed the piece to Nightwing who's eyes widened in realization.

"Ivo."

(Bosnia: Bsjelesnca Mountains 7:30 pm)

Jason was already in his Red Hood gear. He had placed the helmet back on once he was a safe distance away from the town. It had taken him about four hours to get to the warehouse. He took a moment to glance at where he had died. It was bigger than he remembered it, and it still brought shivers to his spine. He had armed himself with the last of his guns all loaded and ready for attack. He had underestimated the Joker the last time, he wasn't going to do it again.

He quietly stepped into the building. It was pitch black at first, he put the infrared vision in his helmet on. He looked around and found a lab of some sorts, two tables had test tubes and beakers filled with various chemicals, he looked to another table and saw that it had needles and syringes along with bags of heroin, meth, and cocaine.

'What the hell has he been doing?' Jason asked himself. He looked towards the center and saw another metal table in a slanted vertical position, his eyes widened at the sight.

There was Tim, being held by leather straps on the table still in the same civilian clothes he had worn since he had been kidnapped, his black jacket was long gone, his jeans were ripped and his hoodie was in no better shape and barely hanging by a thread. From the infrared vision he could see blood stains on his white t-shirt, and remarkably his shades were still on his face, but they were bent and broken. He was strapped to the table so tightly he could scarcely breathe. He could also see extreme pain expressed in Tim's features as he was shivering from both cold and pain.

Jason didn't think he could ever hate the Joker more than he did when he had killed him. He was dead wrong. This feeling had gone above and beyond any hatred for the Joker he had had before.

Jason immediately ran over to the kid. He unsheathed his knife from his ankle and sliced open the straps. Tim would have fallen had Jason not caught him. He gently cradled Tim in his arms as he kneeled on the ground, his hand felt wet and he pulled it back to see it covered with blood. His eyes widened as he turned Tim to examine his back and saw that it was completly raw, scabbed, and bloody. The hatred for Joker increased ten-fold. He gently feeling his body for any other damage. Much to Jason's rage, he could feel at least four broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and he could see that his ankle was either twisted or broken. Up close, Jason could also see bruises on his face, and his arms had little red dots littering over them.

Jason's eyes narrowed then widened in realization, he whipped his head back to the table with the needles, syringes, and drugs. There was a good chance he wasn't just shivering from the cold.

'No.' he thought desperately, 'Please God no.'

He could hear a small whimper escape Tim's mouth, before he could control them, words started coming out of Jason's mouth.

"It's okay." he whispered involuntarily, "You're ok now. I've got you."

Even though Tim was barely concious and in extreme pain he could still recognize that voice.

"Jason?" he whispered, both in awe and disbelief.

"Yeah kid, it's me." Jason said. "Don't worry. I'm gonna get you outta here."

Before they could speak any further they were interrupted by the sound of slow clapping, and the lights suddenly turned on. He turned furiously to find the Joker walking towards them doing the clapping.

"Well it's about time." The Joker said, "I was thinking I would have to send you people a calling card."

Jason snarled furiously as he pressed Tim's body closer to his own with one hand and used his other to whip out a gun from the inside of his Jacket. "Get. The Hell. Back."

The Joker raised his arms in mock surrender. "Oh dear you're armed, whatever shall I do?"

He opened one of his fists to reveal a detonator, which he pushed and caused a very small and minor explosion, but it was enough to make Jason lose his concentration and drop the gun. He jumped away from the Joker and hid behind one of the crates. He looked at Tim and gently laid him against one of the crates.

"Kid, Kid listen to me. Can you hear me?" Jason asked gently shaking Tim. Tim gave the slightest of nods, and Jason could tell that he was trying to pull himself together.

"Does the Joker have anyone else with him?" Jason asked.

Tim shook his head and Jason reached into his jacket and gave Tim a tazor and a whistle.

"Ok listen to me. I hate to do this but I need to leave you here." Jason said, "Take this and if the Joker comes near you hit him with this and if you can't then blow this whistle. Alright?"

Even though Tim nodded Jason could see the hesitancy in his movements, he gently held Tim's shoulders. "Hey listen to me, the Joker's never gonna lay a hand on you again, I promise. He's never gonna touch you again after tonight, understand? I need to go after him and find him so he can never hurt other people again."

Tim nodded and finally found the words to speak, "I'll *wheeze* be okay. Just *wheeze* find him."

Jason nodded and reluctantly left Tim behind the crates, he scanned the area, and he detected movement in his left and immediately ran after him.

He followed him in another room of the warehouse, and it looked like a home-theatre system. The was a t.v. in the center of the room and he saw that it was on and it was being prepared to play a DVD.

He would never forget what he saw on that day.

(Flashback 6 weeks: Tim's torture.) Be Warned

Week 1

Tim was barley waking from his first encounter with the Joker. The first sensation he felt was pain, unbearable, searing pain, particularly in his ribs. He tried breathing but he gasped at the pain he felt. He was pretty sure they were bruised but not broken.

He assessed himself and saw that his clothes were still in tact, and much to his relief his shades as well. His clothes were still a little damp and he could feel his body shivering from the cold.

"Well Well, look who's finally awake." Joker said stepping from the shadows and circling him like he was prey. "Have a nice nap Timmy?"

"My names...not...Timmy!" Tim struggled to speak.

"Really?" The Joker exagerrated his shocked face. "Then what is it?"

It didn't take long for him to come up with a name, "It's Conner. Conner Sargyon."

He was met with a crowbar to his face, but he didn't let out a grunt of pain, he didn't want to give the Joker the satisfaction of showing him weakness.

"I told you already what happens to naughty boys." he said beating the crowbar against his hand. "Only naughty boys lie to people. You don't want to lie to me anymore do you Tim?"

"...not...TIM!" Tim screamed as best as he could.

The Joker let out another sigh. "I guess I'll just have to repeat the lesson over and over again."

He raised the crowbar once more and continued his beating.

(Week 2)

The Joker's beatings had been on and off for the past week. He asked the same questions which Tim never answered, and he was always met with the beating of the crowbar. It was the same pattern over and over again.

Today however, the Joker finally left the Warehouse which left Tim alone to think of an escape or at least a way to contact Batman and the others. He struggled against his bonds once more, which Joker had yet to remove from his wrists and legs. They were starting to scab over and get bloody. Tim sighed in exhaustion. He didn't have anything to eat, and he had to get his water from the melted snow that dripped through the ceiling and landed in puddles.

He heard the door open and his gut gave an involuntary twist. He turned his head to see the Joker walking in carrying a medium-sized crate.

"Ah Boy Wonder you're awake." he said, "I gotta say you're much more stubborn than the other two Robin's, you know you'd think you'd be more tired of the crowbar than I am, but not to worry, I've brought a wonderful substitute."

He opened the crate and took out a large bull-whip. Tim's eyes widened in fear.

"Now let's not panic." The Joker said in a placating tone. "We can avoid all this unpleasantness if you just answer a few simple questions. In fact they're not even questions at all, I already know the answers to them, all you have to do is comfirm it."

He forced Tim to sit up and walked behind him. "Now just confirm this...is Bruce Wayne the Batman? You should know, he is your foster father after all."

"I don't know." Tim grounded out. He gave an involuntary scream of pain, unprepared for the whip that cracked against his back.

The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was like a knife had been stabbed in his back and dragged all the way through. He had to hold back his tears, thankful for the shades he still had on. No matter how much pain he was in, Tim always made sure to keep his shades on no matter what. Like Batman had taught him, his identity was the most important possession he had, it was why he kept his family name, so the media and criminals couldn't connect Tim Drake to Bruce Wayne. Even though Tim was living with Bruce, he led his classmates to believe that he was being taken care of by a nanny his parents had hired.

"Now did that hurt?" the Joker smirked at the long, bleeding red line that stretched across his back., "Why don't we try again. Now would you mind telling me who Jason Todd is."

"I don't know those people!" Tim shouted, desperate for any distraction from the pain he had. "I don't know Bruce Wayne and I don't know Jason Todd! I keep telling you-

He was cut off as he gave another scream of pain, this time the Joker whipped him two times.

"I'm starting to get impatient here Timmy." he said in a cold voice, "Now just tell me what I want to know and the pain will stop."

"I'm-pant-not-Tim!" Tim panted out.

The Joker gave a mock sigh, "I guess we'll just have to repeat the cycle again now don't we?"

He raised the whip again and continued.

(Week 3)

It was starting to become a routine for Tim, the Joker would upgrade his punishments week by week. He would leave him alone for two to three days at a time. He would try to keep Tim in suspense, try to keep him in fear. The times he would come in he would bring Tim scraps of food that were expired and sometimes covered in mold

Unfortunately it worked.

The Joker decided to expose Tim to his laughing gas this week. He sometimes laughed so hard, he actually broke the ribs that were cracked. His back was completely raw, his clothes in shreds and barely hanging by the threads.

He had lost hope in contacting Batman, and focused all his energy in not saying anything to the Joker.

(Week 4)

Electric table.

He was strapped to one of the cold, metal tables where the Joker would put jump cables on either side and they were always connected to an electric generator.

He always thought the Joker's tortures couldn't get any worse.

He was always wrong.

His voice has been long gone due to the constant screaming he had done.

But he never said a word.

Not a single word

(Week five)

The Joker finally gave him the drugs. Often in large doses. Doses that should've killed him.

Heroin

Meth

Cocaine

They were a welcome change. During those times he was numb, it was as though nothing could hurt him.

He was ignorant of the world.

Until the Joker started asking questions. The same ones he always asked. The ones Tim always denied.

Once the drugs wore off, the withdrawls came.

Shivers

Paranoia

Anxiety

Violent spasms.

Tim would cry, plead, and beg the Joker for more

"Please." he would whimper, "Please."

It was truly a pathetic sight.

"Tell me what I want to know." the Joker would always say.

And Tim would say nothing.

Nothing at all.

And he was left alone to cry on the cold stone floor.

(Week 6)

Tim had given up by now. He was sure that he was going to die. But he would die with Bruce's secret.

There were no new tortures today. The Joker started giving him monolouges.

"You know Timmy." he said to him as he was sitting down eating a sandwich, forcing Tim to watch him eat. "I know that it's been rough on you these past few weeks, but I just want to assure you that this was nothing personal. It's just business."

He stopped to swallow then continued, "You know I gotta hand it to you kid, six weeks and not a single word outta you. That's loyalty right there, but I wonder if the Bat would do the same for you. You'd think that old Batsy would've been here by now, but nope. I can honestly say that I'm surprised, who knows maybe he's already found a replacement for you."

Tim couldn't respond even if he wanted to. He was completely numb and every movement in his body caused him pain.

"It's not looking to good for you Timmy and you probably have a right to know why." The Joker stood up and started circing Tim's table.

"It all started last year, when an interesting fellow by the name of Red Hood, of course it was my name first and I wore a classy suit, a kind of flashy maitre'd, not like this motorcycle fetish this new Hood has going on, ahh kids today." The Joker shook his head, "But I'm getting off topic. Anyway, the day came for our fated meeting and imagine my surprise when I find out it's the second Boy Wonder, the very one that I killed...in this very building."

Tim's eyes widened, and even with his shades on the Joker could tell.

"Oh, didn't know that did you?" he said smirking. "I wonder what else he hasn't told you. Anyways we have our big confrontation, but of course good ol' bird boy hid me in the closet so I could make my big entrance, and imagine what was going through my head once I heard the names 'Bruce' and 'Jason' and imagine my excitement once I realized that they had just revealed their identities to me."

Tim struggled to speak, "Not...ho...ou...say they...are."

The Joker gave a pitying smile, of course there was no real pity in it, and he reached out to stroke his cheek. Tim violently cringed away and the Joker cackled.

"There's stilll life in you, you're a stubborn one alright." he said, "Anyways, I knew that once I was back in Arkham I needed to gather info, so I called on an old friend. A friend by the name of Professor Ivo. He was more than happy to help me, especially when I was holding a knife to his throat, and he gathered all the information I needed. Of course the only Bruce and Jason that were connected to each other was of course Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd, which led me to believe that the first Robin was none other than Richard Grayson. Now you on the other hand you were very hard to track down. It took us weeks to find out about you, but when we got a list of Brucie's good friends we of course found Jack and Janet Drake, and then you, and your physical description was so similar to the current Robin today, it was no surprise. And then of course I planned my big escape, Ivo had been creating one of his Amazo androids for me, one look and it was like looking in a mirror. So when laundry day came along, I jumped in the basked along with my dirty clothes, and the android took my place. And here we are today."

He held out his arms open in a grand gesture.

"Ah don't worry Timmy, pretty soon I'll send a calling card to Batsy and then...the grand finale awaits!"

His cackling was the last thing on the DVD.

(End Flashback)

The Joker was speaking through a viewing window in another room.

"The kid never told," he said, "Not once. I tried every trick in the book, but not once did he ever even hint at the identity of Batman, or you two Bird Brains. I gotta say he's got guts. And a very high tolerance for pain. He had to have one for all the stuff I did to him, I mean it was so much worse to what I did to you. I almost felt sorry for him...although it was a little satisfying to hear him cry and beg. I'd laugh at him if it wasn't so pathetic."

The Joker appeared as if he was contemplating something, "Ah to hell with it. I'll laugh anyway."

He then proceeded to cackle maniacally again.

Then of course he was interrupted by the sound of the glass breaking. Jason had literally jumped into the room, kicking the glass and the Joker along with it.

The Joker was winded for a second and then he tried to get up but Jason had grabbed him by the throat and threw him agains the wall

"I'll kill you!" he roared in a voice that wasn't his own. "I swear to God I'm going to kill you!"

Jason had never been this angry before. Not when the Joker had killed him, not when Bruce had failed to avenge his death, and not when they had their confrontation last year.

The Joker wouldn't live after tonight, he was going to kill him here and now. He reached for his gun, but the Joker had pulled a fast one on him The Joker pulled out a cayanne pepper bomb and smashed it into Jason's eyes. Jason screamed in pain as he instinctively dropped the Joker and covered his eyes.

The Joker took that opportunity to pull a knife from his jacket and proceeded to stab Jason in the shoulder. Afterwards he kicked Jason in the groin and pushed him to the ground with his foot. The constant attacks threw Jason off, and he was still in a daze from the pepper bomb and the stab in the shoulder leaving him vulnerable to the tazor the Joker pulled out. The shocks he experienced were incredibly painful and his screams expressed them. Once he was finally done, Jason couldn't move, and with bleary vision he could see the Joker standing over him with a foot on his chest.

"Well." he chuckled, "Look's like I'm going to kill two birds with one stone tonight."

He grabbed one of the guns that fell from Jason's jacket and kneeled down and pressed it over his heart.

His finger was on the trigger.

BANG!

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *laughs evilly as I rub my hands together*

Cliff hangers! You gotta love'em!

Now if you people want to know what happens next, you know what you must do.

*pause for effect*

...*still pausing*

REVIEW RIGHT NOW!