WARNING: The following chapters may contain blood, torture, death, sexual scenes and/or scenes of rape.

If there was one thing I didn't miss about being a superhero, it would be false alarms. It was always tedious and unneeded for someone to stage a dire situation just to get a glimpse of a super in public. It wasn't like crime really ever rested, so the fact that people felt the need to make up a petty situation was completely useless. I don't think people fully realize that superheroes have lives also.

I had more important things to do than giving an unauthorized interview about my return; especially when that said importance was waiting for me come home. However, it was almost impossible to push past the large crowd surrounding me once I realized I had been fooled. Paparazzi, reporters, and even average civilians surrounded me, bombarding me with ludicrous questions that I'm sure I had already answered once before. And it would be almost unorthodox for me to obey the public, because it shattered the "hero" image.

"Robin! Robin!" A particularly chubby man screamed, using his large body to push people out of the way to reach me. He was obviously was a reporter, judging by his microphone in hand and a camera crew following closely behind him. I stopped once he reached me, grimacing as he let out an exhausted heap of breath which hit my face. "Rumors have it that their is a significant someone in your life from past interviews? Will you reveal who that someone is anytime soon?"

"I really don't have time for questions, sorry." I said, pushing past the man. However, I was pulled back by my arm. It wasn't unheard of for people to get handsy with heroes, but it was annoying. "Sir, if you would let go of me-"

"It'd be a shame if you lost that green boy again." He sneered into my ear. My eyes widen and a swirled around, meeting the reported snarky expression.

"What?" I growled. The man grinned, looking down at his watch and then at his cameramen, who also smiled wickedly.

"If I were you, I'd start running." He said, turning around and getting lost within the crowd. My body went rigid as I tried to comprehend what was just said to me, but once I had, I was at full sprint, pushing past the crowd.

Panic and adrenaline was all I could feel as I sped through the town, whizzing past vehicles and earning angry blares from horns. My home was not that far away, but it felt like every second I wasted was just more time for Garfield to be taken right under my wing. With minutes, I had pulled up in my driveway and running into my still opened front door.

"Gar!" I yelled once I entered the building. Upon not hearing a response, I ran to the common room where I had last left him, desperately hoping that he had fallen asleep. My hopes only deflated as I saw that he was not there. I shouted his name again, hoping for some sort of response, but none came.

"Alfred!" I called, remembering that I had left Garfield with him. The fact that Alfred didn't greet him at the door like he always did was an obvious red flag. "Alfred, where are you?" There was a sound of knocking coming from the kitchen. I quickly made my way there, and was surprised to see the room covered in glass and Alfred tied up and gagged on the floor.

I quickly began to cut away the binds with a nearby piece of glass, worry evident on my face. It was obvious that Alfred wasn't in full consciousness. He had a rather large gash on his forehead with a knot on the end. As a result, his eyes fluttered open and close as he tried to focus on his surrounds.

As I finally finished removing the binds, I helped him sit up, propping him up on the cabinet. I removed the gag from his mouth, allowing him to take a large intake of breath.

"Alfred, I need you to listen to me. What happened? Where's Garfield?" I demanded. Alfred groaned, shutting his eyes and placing a shaky head on his forehead. As he brought his hand back down to his face, he seemed surprised that it was covered in blood and stared at it astonished. "Alfred!" I screamed, gaining his attention, even though his eyes were still wide with surprise. "Where is Garfield?" I repeated urgently. This seemed to snap him out of his state of shock.

"I-I'm sorry. I couldn't stop them." Alfred stuttered, shaking his head disappointingly. "He took him." My heart seemed to drop at the pit of my stomach and burn. A new kind of fear took its place; one of guilt, horror, and denial. A small part of me already knew who it had been, the rest of me just didn't want to admit it.

"Who?" I whispered, my body beginning to shake. Alfred looked me directly in the eyes, his expression turning cold with the slightest hint of sympathy.

"The Joker."

I watched with my arms folded as Alfred was lifted into the back of the ambulance truck. An aura of guilt hang at my shoulders as I scolded myself for letting this happen. The truck blared its sirens, speeding off the driveway and down the road, out of sight.

"Richard Grayson, was it?" Asked a police woman as she made her way up to me. I nodded, though my expression hadn't changed at her arrival. "I'm sorry about what happened here." Although sincere enough, I was sure she didn't really care, especially since I told them it was a mere, petty robbery.

"It's expected." I answered monotonically.

"Yes, but it's still unfortunate. I know we already asked, but I just need to make sure we have everything straight. Where were you at the place of the robbery and do you have any suspicions on who could have done it?"

"Like I said, I went out on a drive. When I came back I found my butler tied up and my house a mess. If I knew who had done this, don't you think I would have told you by now?" I snapped irritably. I had better things to do rather than answer repetitive questions.

"Right." The woman said, seemingly unphased by my tone. "By the way," she said handing out a rectangular box with a note attached to the top. "You left this outside your mailbox. And if you need to talk about what happened, give me a call." She winked before turning away and walking to her patrol car, rather seductively.

I waited until the car was down the road before storming inside, tearing off the note with the officer's number on it, crumbling it, and throwing it away. I then went to the common room, placing the ominous box on the coffee table. Hastily, I cut it open, revealing a vhs labeled 'tape one'.

There was nothing else on it, or within the boss, to allude to what could be on the tape, and somehow, I knew I didn't want to know. Yet, it was suspicious enough to gain my attention at such a dire time, because I knew that I had checked the mail earlier and hadn't left anything.

Knowing that the video could contain anything, I went down to my lair, which only Alfred knew about. I went to my bookshelf, tugging a book which served as a lever, revealing a stairwell. I quickly ran down the stairwell, revealing all the high quality technology I had aquired, my many replicas of costumes for robin, and a massive arrange of weapons on my wall. But at the moment, I needed none of this, and instead, went to the vcr located near a monitor.

I plugged in the vcr, thankful that it still whirled to life after not being used for such a long time. As the monitor revealed a blue screen, I put in the vhs tape and waited for the video to play. As the video began to play, I growled under my breath.

"Hello again, Robin my dear boy. Or should I call you Richard? You really did do a terrible job keeping your identity a secret." A large, hysterical howl jolted out of the speakers as the Joker giggled with glee, clapping his hands and jumping in his chair. Robin clenched his fists together, feeling anger wash over him.

"I suppose if you're watching this then my plan worked, and your lover is under my wing now. What do you call him, Garfield?" He mused once his laughter died down. Robin was both enraged and fearful, knowing that if the Joker had him there was no telling what he could do. "It's a shame I didn't get to meet him when I first had him, I planned to have tons of fun with him."

Robin felt a shiver go down his spies as the Jokers use of the word, 'fun'. Knowing the Joker, his ideas of fun ranged anywhere between pain and torture to fulfilling his own twisted desires.

"Of course, you had to swoop in and disturb our fun. The boys' were really starting to get to know him, if you catch my drift. He's quite the looker, Richard, you chose well." I slammed my hands on the table, rage overcoming me as the villain began laughing again.

"Where is he you sick bastard?" I screamed, despite knowing it was a pre-recorded video.

"But this time," The Joker said, his expression suddenly going dark. "I assure you you will not be able to save him, and I will have my fun." I felt the fire that was burning within me suddenly diminish, leaving me cold by the Joker's words. "I will make him suffer, just as you had made me suffer. You will have to live with the fact that you were the cause of your lovers demise."

"But...I'm not completely unreasonable. And what's the point of making him suffer with no one to see? We're going to play a game, okay bird boy? We're going to play a game of truth or dare." The Joker grinned from ear to ear maliciously. "I dare you to watch the tapes that I send you, beginning to end. Watch it a few times over if you have to, because within those tapes are the truth to where I am hiding and where the next tape will be."

"There will be three tapes total, not including this one. Each one will become drastically more graphic and demoralizing, but it will help you find your precious boyfriend. Are you up for the challenge?" My whole body was shaking from mixed emotions. I was so close to punching the monitor on one hand, and crying out in desperation in the other. I knew I didn't have a choice, I was just scared of what I might see.

"I'll go easy on you for the first tape. It is located where you first me your little lover. But hurry, we don't want anyone else finding the tapes, do we?" My eyes widened as I instantly realized just where the tape was located. "Oh Robin, one more thing. You have three days to find me. Once the hour hits twelve o'clock midnight, there won't be any Garfield left to save." The Joker said, sliding his thumb across his neck.

A I ran out of the room, the Joker's laughter could be heard echoing down the hallways.

If there was one place I thought I would never be caught dead in again, it was Superhero High. Besides the obvious reasons of quitting my job, finding out that everyone knew of our secret relationship just made coming here ten times harder.

It was still school hours, which, on a normal basis I would've waited until the school closed to break in. However, with the Joker only giving me three days to find the tapes and figure out where Garfield is, there was really no time to wait. Just imagining what the sick man planned to do to him made me feel sick and all the more urgency to find them and get it over with.

I peered through the window of my old classroom, finding it completely empty inside. It must be lunch period, which meant I still had a good thirty minutes to find what I was looking for. I opened the window, which was surprisingly unlocked, and climbed into the building.

I quickly began rummaging through the desk draws, searching for where the tape would be located. I searched beneath the student's desks, through the cabinets, even behind the posters on the wall. Nothing was here.

Just as I was about to leave (because there was no use trying to find something that wasn't there) I heard the door click open. There was no time to make a dash for the window, nor was there any time to hide. As the door swung open, my expression darkened as a man walked in with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Richard, funny seeing you here." The man cooed.

"Slade." I growled.

"I believe this is what you're looking for?" Slade grinned, holding up a vhs tape. My eyes widen at the sight of it, and I instinctively took a step forward. However, Slade held the tape up, tutting disapprovingly. "It'd be a shame if this were to break. Must be pretty important for you to show your face around here again."

"What do you want?" I asked, my eyes never leaving the tape.

"I want to know the truth. What were your relations with Garfield Logan?" Slade began as he made his way towards me. "Were you good friends? Well, I guess that would be a stretch. Perhaps, a couple would be a better term, hm?" He asked, tucking the tape behind his back as he circled around me. He deep, snarky, and authoritative voice always sent shivers down my spine, even when we were teenagers. "Maybe even lovers?" He whispered into my ear.

"Fuck you." I spat, earning a chuckle.

"To be quite honest with you, I have admired Garfield from afar, but to go as far as to make love to him-"

"Stop it."

"-being able to touch his body whenever you pleased-"

"I swear-"

"-just feels too surreal to happen. Especially with someone like you." Slade chastised. "How did you do it? How did you manipulate him to bow to your every command."

"Unlike you, I don't need manipulation."

"Oh so you're saying you loved each other, how cute." Slade laughed as he continued circling. "Look where that got you." Having enough of this foreplay, I lunged for the tape. However, slade caught my arm, pinning it behind me before slamming my torso on top of a desk.

"Face it, Richard. I've always been better than you, stronger than you. You've always been beneath me." Slade hissed in my ear. I let out a surprised gasp as I felt the unmistakable feeling being pressed against my backside as Slade pushed his body into mine. "If you want this tape, you're going to have to earn it. Just like old times, hm?"

Flashbacks of when I was in grade school resurfaced in my memory. Ones where Slade would steal my homework and the only way to get them back was by submitting to him. He always felt vulnerable and weak around slade. True, he was bigger, stronger, and faster than him, but he was older now. He was Robin. He couldn't let slade take advantage of him again.

Using all his might, he thrusted his head backwards, feeling satisfied when he heard the crunch of the man's nose and a yell of pain. Slade let go of me, stumbling backwards.

"You little-" Before he had time to finish, I sent a roundhouse kick towards his chest, causing him to fly backwards and hit the wall, dropping the tape in the process. I picked up the tape, grinning and waving it in his face.

"You're right, you are stronger than me, but you're not smarter. If you were smart, you would leave me, and Garfield alone." As the bell rang, I rushed out of the window. A feeling of accomplishment washed over me as I had finally defeated my long term bully. But I knew that feeling would diminished as I watched the tape.

My head was pounding as I sat up. The room was dimly lit, barely enough light to see my hands in front of me. I groaned, feeling cold stone beneath me. I didn't have a clue as to where I was and what could have led me to being here.

My neck was stiff, and I reached out to try and massage it. However, what my hands felt wasn't skin. Instead, it was a cold hard metal that felt eerily familiar. I began to panic, trying to tug the metal off, to no avail. I tried shifting into a larger animal, then a smaller animal; nothing happened.

"Richard?" I called, my voice echoing inside the closed off room. I called his name again, only to be answered by the sounds of my own voice. Suddenly, a light went on, temporarily blinding me. Once I opened my eyes again, I could see exactly where I was.

The room was fairly large, yet empty. Each of the four walls were pure concrete. It was white and polished, and in the center of the room was a drain. I spotted a door at the far end of the room and made a dash for it.

Just as I was about to reach the handle, I was yanked back with enough force to put me on my back. As I groggily sat up, I just now seemingly noticed the cuffs around my hands with a thick rope attached. I followed the rope to the ceiling, where two levees held it up.

I tried to yank it off, using all my might to try and break free. However, they would not budge. I even tried gnawing it off with my teeth, but the elastic was too thick, even for my enlarged canines.

Defeated, I sunk back down to my knees and processed the situation I was in. I couldn't remember when I had fallen asleep, or why my head was throbbing painfully. The only thing I could remember was visiting Richard; everything else was a blur.

Suddenly, the latch to the door turned. I got up and ran a few feet back, not knowing who was on the other side. My stomach instantly dropped as the man walked in, a sinister smile plastered onto his face.

"Oh, you're awake, dear Garfield. I was beginning to think you were hit too hard." The man cooed. Suddenly the memories came back to me. And the man in front of me was to blame.

"No." I whispered, backing away. "Stay away from me." The Joker cocked his head to the side, smiling.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." The Joker grinned, walking towards him. I stopped backpedalling as I felt the wall press against my back. My heart was hammering inside my chest and all I could feel was fear. Everyone knew how demented the Joker could be. There were many reports of him manipulating his enemies until they were unrecognizable. Some victims he killed just for the pure pleasure. He was the most feared villain in the world.

What did he want with me?

The Joker stopped midway through his pursuit, a confused expression evident on his face.

"What's wrong, do you not want to play?" He asked, sadly. Then a grin appeared on his face as he pulled out a remote. "Come here so we can have some fun." I watched as he pressed a button on the remote.

Suddenly, I was being pulled forward by the rope. I tried to resist, but it was much too strong, and i was practically dragged across the floor until I was in front of the Joker, where the rope continued to hoist me upward. I struggled to keep my feet on the ground as the rope kept pulling me upward. Finally it stopped, leaving my feet just a few inches off the ground.

Still, that didn't stop me from trying to get down as I tugged on the rope. The Joker simply watched in amusement as I began to lose energy and I stopped trying to break the rope somehow. Finally, exhausted, I relaxed my muscles, allowing the rope to keep me suspended in the air.

"I'm not afraid of you." I growled, despite know I was. The Joker laughed, clapping his hands together.

"Oh, you should be, pretty boy. You should be very afraid." He grinned, tapping me on the nose before pinching me roughly and shaking my head. He let go, giving me a disgusted look before circling around me.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, trying to watch his every move.

"Me? I just want to hurt you, really really bad." The way he said that line with ease sent a shiver down his spine. "I want to hear you beg for mercy. I want you plead for death. I want you to suffer."

"Why? What have I done to you?" I asked, trying to ignore my own trepidation. The Joker chuckled, stopping at my side a grabbing my face to look at him.

"Why don't you ask your rotten bird boy. It is his fault that you're in this situation. Personally, I have nothing against you. But what he did to me deserves my revenge. You just so happen to be the perfect person to cause him the most pain. Your demise will certainly end him." The Joker stated seriously, patting my cheek, which felt more like a snap.

"Enough small talk, let the fun begin!" He pressed another button on the remote, and almost immediately, the door swung open, revealing a man pushing a cart towards us. The Joker jumped with joy at its arrival, marveling at the many tools on top. The door closed as the random man left, but the Joker still remain ecstatic over the cart in front of him.

He suddenly turned around, revealing a large knife to me. Against knowing I couldn't escape, my body began to try to break the bonds again. However, when the Joker came face to face with me, I stopped, horrified.

The man hummed as he trailed the knife against his tongue, watching my reaction joyfully. Once he reach the tip, he placed it underneath my chin, causing my breath to hitch within my thought. I could only watched with fearful eyes as he trailed the knife down my neck and across my collarbone.

"Let's get rid of this burdensome shirt, hm?" Without warning, he cut the cloth from my neck to my shoulder on both sides with incredible speed. The two halves of my shirt fell to the ground without having each other to support it. I suddenly felt even more vulnerable without it.

"Thats better, isn't it?" He asked, pressing his nose against my collarbone, causing me to lift my head up in disgust. "I can see why Robin fancied you, you have such a beautiful body." By this point, my whole body was shaking. I was too afraid to say anything in protest. Too afraid to even try to get the sick man off of me.

He trailed his nose up my neck and too my ear, where his tongue flicked at the lobe. He then let out a sigh into my ear, causing me to grimace.

"Too bad I'll have to ruin it." He hummed.

"Do your worst." I retorted before I even realized it had escaped my mouth. The man in front of me stepped back, a seemingly surprised expression on his face. Then, a creepy smile spread across it, making me regret ever speaking.

"I plan to." He said, turning around a facing the cart. A few seconds later he grabbed something, squealing and jumping with joy. He then whirled around, showing me something that made my face pale.

"How many lashes do you think you deserve?" He asked, cracking the whip. I didn't answer, I couldn't find the strength to. If I wasn't shaking before, I definitely was now. "Scream for me, why don't you? I need good footage,"

Although I didn't know what he meant, I was sure I didn't want to find out. The man skipped around me so that he was behind me. I felt his cold, slender fingers trail down my back, and for a second I thought that he might had changed his mind.

Then, out of the blue, I felt a sting that felt like fire hit by back. I gasped for breath, shocked by the excruciating pain that the whip brought. My body fanned outward, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

"Ooh, that's one lash down. But you didn't scream, and I want to hear that lovely voice of yours." Another strike had me wiggling like a worm on a hook. The pain began to blur my vision and my breath came of in strained puffs. "I think we're almost there!" Came the mad voice from behind.

After the third hit, I could no longer contain my scream. I could feel my skin begin to peel away right from my body. The voice that emitted from my mouth sounded almost foreign, too scared, too in pain. My body could no longer support itself, and a slumped against the restrains.

"Come now, we're just getting time to give up yet." Another cry filled my throat as the whip crack down on me again, and again, and again. I had lost count. I screamed until my voice became hoarse and all I could was sob. I could feel the blood streaming down my back, down my leg, and dripping off my feet. I could feel each sore spot of which my skin had peeled, and welts had formed. At this point, I could no longer feel the cracks of the whips against my skin, for my body had grown numb.

"I'm bored now." The Joker sighed, tossing the cursed thing aside. My eyes were barely open as he strutted in front of me, pinching my cheek. "You put on quite a show, excellent work." I was too tired to put up a fight and my throat pained me to even breathe, let alone talk. All I could was weakly look up, glaring at the evil ma.

"Oh don't look at me like that, we're just having fun here. The healer will be here in about two hours. Until then, try not to bleed out." He patted me on the cheek, cackling. He turned on his heel and out of the room without a second glance back. The lights flickered off, leaving me in the dark.

I told you guys this story would get dark! And sorry for the wait, finals are this week and I've been trying to cram everything in. Hopefully this will make up for it!

Also, check out the story my friend Sapphire Sterre made called Parody of Grayson High! It's super funny and it will take away from the darkness that's about to ensue here. Be sure to comment to keep her fueled and writing!

Which brings me to another topic: cyberbullying. I just want to point out that behind the screen are people who have feelings. You don't know what that person could be going through right now, so saying something negative and cruel can only fuel their depression and/or suicidal thoughts. I just wanted to put that out there because it can happen and it's a serious reality in today's society. So before you comment something make sure that it's never directly towards a person's wellbeing. :)

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P.S. The following chapters do get graphic and if anyone has a problem just let me know and I will try my best to find a way to accommodate :)