It started out as a simple mission, break up a small gang war. It turned out... not so simple. I was in the middle of the fight, back to back with Damian as usual, and I saw one of the thugs running for it. "I got him!" I shouted, and ran after him.

Just as I was cornering him, something hard hit my head, and I saw an explosion of stars in my eyes, and I fell to the ground. At least, I think I did. But I do know, that the last thing I heard before I completely blacked out, was crazy laughter.

When I woke up, first thing I felt was cold. I opened my eyes, to see I was laying on a concrete floor, surrounded by crates and concrete walls. A warehouse. I wiggled, my wrists and ankles were tied, to tight to be able to wiggle out of them. I rolled over, trying to see where I was. I looked around, and then I saw the door. I groaned, and tried to bring my wrists under my feet so as to have my arms and hands infront of me, but the bindings were to tight. I graoned again, I had a major head ache. I started rolling over to the door, until a foot stopped me. Not to gently either.

I grunted, and looked up, into a pail white face with red lips and black lined eyes. "Hey there kiddo, don't try to leave just yet, I've got all sorts of fun things planned." He errupted into laughter, and then reached into a black back pack beside him, and pulled out a crowbar.

About ten thugs entered the room, all dressed in orange jail suits and clown masks. They stared me down at first, but then turned away when I gave them a glare that can make grown men whimper. Thats when I realised, my helmet was gone. But, fortunatley, my black domino mask was still in place. Thank you God for the little things.

My eyes remained glued to the crow bar, he smacked his palm with it a few times, and then said, "Ya know, I've been watching you for a few weeks-"

"Creeper." I accused. He kicked my lower rib cage. I bit my lip to keep form yelping or moaning.

"You kids today, no manners. Anyways, I've been thinking, ya see the Red Hood, he used to be the second Robin, so you probably know that I beat him with a crow bar and then blew him up right?" He asked.

A stone hard glare was all he received. He continued, "So seeing as your his kid, or side kick, or whatever, I was thinking that I should show you what it was like to go through what he did!" He said happily, "That way you can look at him in a whole new light! Have even more respect for your pathetic excuse for a mentour!"

I kept glaring, I wasn't stupid, he was going to try and beat me to death with a crow bar, just like he had done to my father. Only thing, my father would figure out where we were, and come after us. He would get here before I died. It's just what he does, he saves people, just like he would save me. Now, I might take a few beatings, but if I could drag it out long enough, then that would give Dad time to get here.

"OK kiddo, you ready?" He asked enthusiastically.

I was less than thrilled.

He swung the crow bar down, and I rolled out of the way. I couldn't stand up because of my feet being tied, but I could still roll. That was shot down as his clown goons grabbed me and held me in place. I strugled against them, and actually managed to kick several of them where it hurts, and one of them in the nose before they got smart enough to hold my legs down too.

The Joker just stood back, smirking through it all as I struggled. Their touch was like poison, it burned. They didn't even flinch at the curses I spewed, or the times when I managed to make them bleed. Joker finaly thought they had a good hold on me, nad walked over, smiling. He swung the crow bar down, and it hit my rib cage. I couldn't help it, I cried out.

He fed off of that, it fuelled him. He swung it down again, and it hit my legs. He began merlissley hitting my legs, making sure I couldn't use them to run away even if I could get out of my bindings. The pain was unimaginable. My legs were broken in several places, and he finally stopped.

I was grinding my teeth, trying not to scream. If I screamed, it would only provoke him. He sent his goons away, sure that I couldn't fight now, and began laughing crazily while beating my rib cage.

Each blow hurt extremeley. He taunted me while doing it, saying, "Are you begining to see Old Hoody in a new light now?" "Where's your mentour now?" "Missing your Daddy little girl?" I sure was. Dad had sat through this all, until he got blown up? He wasn't nearly done, and I wasn't sure if I could take much more of this. 'Please Dad, hurry!' I pleaded.

JASON'S POINT OF VEIW:

After several minutes, I had followed Justin after the thug, I found the thug, shot in the heart. 'Justin, you didn't!' I protested. There was no sign of Justin anywhere "Black Hood!" I shouted. There was no answer. At first I though she might have run off, not wanting to face us after having killed someone, but then I aw something white on the black pavement. I picked it up, and then roared in complete utter rage, it was a joker card.

I took it back to the batcave, and ran an analisis on it, it was coated in sawdust, soot, and concrete dust particals. It was from a warehouse. I quickly looked for any abandoned warehouses in Gotham, to many to count. Then I checked again, there was not mold on the card. The warehouse wasn't abandoned then, and to have concrete dust on it suggested that it was quite new, to have sawdust meant it had just been built. That narrowed it down exceptionally.

JUSTIN'S POINT OF VEIW:

I was biting my lip so hard, I'm surprise I didn't bite it off. Though there was blood leaking from my mouth to the floor, it wasn't from my lip. He had broken several ribs, and I had a punctured lung. It hurt like nothing I had expirianced before. The blood running up my throat made me cough, and that made my body hurt so bad.

The Joker cackled again, and struck the crow bar across my jaw. I rolled a little from the impact. "Wow, that looked like it hurt. He struck me again, "Now hold on, that looks like it hurt a lot more."

He stood above me, hitting his palm with the crowbar again, "Let'stry and figure this out, OK Kiddo? What hurts more? A," He struck me with the crow bar, BANG! "Or B?" BANG! "Forehand?" BANG! "Or back hand?" BANG!

I tried to call him several dirty words, the worst ones I knew. Even those words were to good for him. Unfortunatly, due to my punctured lung, it came out as non understandable murmers that made my throat hurt as more blood leaked out.

He leaned down next to me, and said "Ehh ehh, a little louder sunshine?" He put his hand on my head, and pet my hair, like one would a dog. "I think you may have a colapsed lung, that usually impeeves the oratory."

I couldn't say anything, but I spit in his face to show defiance, but I had so much blood in my mouth, I basicaly just spit blood onto him.

His hand that had been petting my hair quickly changed to grabbing it by the roots, and then slamming my face into the ground. I groaned, and he said, "Now that was rude! Your mentour father thingy whatever the heck he is to you was rude too, and look how he eneded up."

I rolled onto my back, andgave him a toothy smirk, blood running down my teeth. I actually managed to rasp out, "Get some new material clown. You've just been playing the same old tricks." Crowbar, check. Warehouse, check. Joker, check. Slightly homocidal side kick, check. Wait... Where's the bomb?

He took out a tissue and wiped the bloody spit away from his face. "I suppose I'll have to teach you a lesson so you won't end up like him." He pretended to think about it for a moment, "Nah, I'll just keep hitting you with this crow bar."

He planted his foot in my back, and I whimpered. 'Daddy... help me.' I thought pleadingly as he brought the crow bar down again and again. Each blow was a reminder that I was in the hands of a phycopath, completely helpless. It was not a pleasant set of circumstances.

About an hour later, he was finished, and I couldn't scream even if I tried. I had no energy left to scream. He... he still hadn't broken me. I couldn't fight back, and it was killing me, but I still had fight in me. Enough fight that I still wanna cut his head off, take it to the taxadermist and have it hung on my wall. Ugly target, but hey, I had to throw darts at something.

The Joker and his goons walked to the door, and the Joker looked over his shoulder at me, "Sorry Kiddo, I gotta go, but it's been fun right?" I remained silent, mouth slightly open, blood and saliva running out of my mouth unto the floor. "Well, maybe a tadd more fun for me than you, I'm just guessing because you've been real quiet."

I hated him, "OK be a good girl, finish your homework, and be in bed by nine." I wanted to kill him more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life more than I wanted the next breath. I wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp with a crow bar, and let him see what it feels like. I wanted to see the hope leave his eyes whenI taunted him while he was helpless.

"Oh, and please tell the Hoody I said-"

"Don't send a message through the side kick." came a very angry voice. "Tell me to my face."

Dad jumped down from a stack of crated, glaring at the thugs. I knew what he wanted, he wanted a gruesome, painful, bloody murder, dealt out by his own hands. I closed my eyes, I had seen enough blood tonight, most of it mine.

I heard screams, gunshots, the Joker's aweful, heart stopping, evil, death worshiping, insane laughter. Then, there was the sound of that God-forsaken crow bar beating on a body. I had heard that sound so many times in the last few hours, I would know it anywhere.

Then there was silence, it was wonderful, but at the same time the worst sound I could ever hear. I wanted to know what had happend. Was Dad dead? Was the Joker dead? Should I open my eyes? No! If the Joker was alive and Dad was dead, maybe if I kept my eyes closed, they'd just think I was already dead. Someone picked me up, and I squirmed, yeah that hurt. "Shh, Justin, calm down, it's me." Said Dad. I whimpered, him holding me hurt, whimpering hurt, everything hurt!

"Calm down." He said, running with me. I heard a car door open, and Dad pulled me in, and instead of putting me in a seat, he just kept holding me on his lap. "It's OK." He kept sayng.

I heard Dick asked, "What happend to her?"

"Less talk more drive." Dad barked.

I heard a very big bang, the warehouse had exploded. That explosion had been meant for me no doubt. I whimpered again, thinking about what would have happend if Dad hadn't come when he did. It seems I was doing that so much latley, whimpering. Dad stroked my hair, trying to soothe me as the Batmobile came to a stop, and I was taken out, and put on what felt like a gernie. I felt a needle in the crook of my elbow, they had injected me with something.

I heard Mom crying, I wanted to tell her I was alright, that I would be fine. But I couldn't because I couldn't talk, and It wouldn't have meant anything to her, probably just make her feel worse.

I felt everything getting fuzzy, and I finally opened my eyes, there was Dick, Damian, Dad, Mom, andAlfred, standing around me, and I tried to smile, but failed. For the first time, I saw Damian sad, he was... trying not to cry. That settles it, I'm already dead. I'm in my twisted version of heaven, where Daman doesn't have a heart of stone and can actually display emotion. Actually, doesn't the fact Damian is here make this not Hell instead of Heaven? I'd figure it out later.

Everything went black, and I knew, that I was dying.

OK, now I feel mean for doing that to Justin. If you wanna wack the Joker for doing that to Justin, get a bat and follow me! Oh wait, he just got exploded! Never mind. (Or did he.)