Dead, Gone or Alive? Part 20
Bruce pulled himself from the chair, he went into the Batcave, before he left completely suited up and ready for anything. Heading towards the city, Batman was rang right away by the police commissioner.
"Police Commissioner," Batman greeted.
"Catwoman, has been sighted at the docks," The Police Commissioner answered.
"Thanks," Batman replied, changing direction sharply.
Arriving at the docks, Catwoman was stood staring out over the docks. Batman pulled over to the side, into the shadows of a warehouse, before he strolled over to Catwoman stepping up beside her. Smirking at Batman, Catwoman turned towards his swinging her tail round in her hand.
"What is it, Catwoman?" Batman asked, she tilted her head to the side with a smirk on her face.
"I couldn't help but notice that is still alive," Catwoman replied, Batman froze at the mention of his name.
"Only because I could never kill him...Dick went back to him," Batman whispered.
"What?" Catwoman exclaimed, she has thought Dick was safe within the Wayne Manor recovering.
"Dick escaped. His mind is even more confused than it was, his mind has created a second personality. Joker has... he has touch... touched Dick in an inappropriate way," Batman told Catwoman, glancing at Batman she knew exactly what he meant and began to feel sick inside.
"How could this happen?" Catwoman asked herself, after a few minutes passed.
"Dick, will never be the same, but I still need to save him, so if you don't mind I have work to do," Batman told Catwoman, his voice cracking as he spoke.
"I will help you," Catwoman replied, she waited for Batman's instructions on what to do.
Joker's Lair
Dick once again slept, fighting to control his own body really tired him out. When he was awake Joker was either torturing him if his mind was still there or fucking him if the other Dick has taken over his body. Overall it was very exhausting for both sides of Dick; as each day passed Dick was growing weaker and weaker, barely able to continue fighting against his other self. Opening his eyes, Dick lay on an old ripped blanket. Joker wasn't in the room, so Dick just lay on the floor waiting for Joker to return. Not for a second had Dick been alone before, Joker had always been just there ready to force him into the deeps of his mind. Wishing he was back in the batcave, Dick wished he hadn't ran away from Batman, if there was anyone who could have saved him it was Batman. Not daring to move he just wished to left alone by Joker, he just wanted to feel safe.
"Dick, I will have your body back soon," Dick's other self whispered in his head.
"No...no," Dick whispered.
The door slammed open, Joker stood in the doorway so annoyed that his henchmen were doing in the other room being so complete idiots. Seeing Dick, he noticed the teen was finally awake. Smirking Joker crossed over in front of him and knelt down right in front of him.
"Morning Dick," Joker greeted, grabbing Dick's hair and pulling him up into a sitting position.
To Be Continued