Damian was seriously freaking out right now. One of his brothers was bleeding to death and the other two were kidnapped by Gotham's Clown Prince of Crime. That imbecile of a person would pay if he hurt Grayson.

"We need to get him inside!" he instructed, looking at the heroes behind him.

"Right," muttered Kaldur, taking the lead. "Megan, lift him up with your powers and carry him inside." Miss M. did as she was told and the group hurried to the Manor, laying the injured boy on the kitchen table.

"Alfred his going to kill us," muttered Damian as he looked at the pool of blood that was slowly forming around Drake. "Can you help him?" Kaldur looked troubled. "I am not sure t-"

"But I am," said Damian firmly, clenching his fists. They had the medical supplies they needed down in the Batcave. "Father is going to kill me, too," he whispered to himself. Then he looked at the team. "I know how we can save him, but you'll have a lot of questions, which I'll not answer."

He didn't leave any room for discussion, grasping the other boy's hand. "Don't worry, dumbass. I'm not letting you die." He frowned. "Not because I care, you just still owe me money and Grayson would kill me if I let you perish at the Joker's hand. Todd already did that."

~

Somewhere else, in an abondened warehouse (cliché much), Jason was slowly regaining consciousness. There was a dull throbbing in the back of his head. What the actual fuck happened? He felt drowsy and his eyelids were too heavy to open them. He tried to remember, but his memory was fuzzy. They had been outside the Manor, with the Joker and then the gunshot- his eyes snapped open.

"Tim!" He heard a dry chuckle from beside him. "Took you long enough to wake up." Jason slowly turned his head, the pain in his muscles screaming at him to stop. "Dick? The fuck happened?"

He took a closer look at his brother. He was strapped to a chair, but other than the worry clearly on his face, he seemed fine. What really confused him were the chains around his wrists and ankles. Dick shrugged, seemingly reading Jason's mind. "No idea why he didn't just use rope? Did you realise he just abandoned Harley? She's still lying somewhere in our garden."

Jason rolled his eyes and looked down at himself. He realised that he was in the same position as Dickhead, strapped to a chair, chains around his wrists and ankles. "How did we even get here?" He could feel Dick tense next to him. "After that sick son of a b-"

"Language, young man," smirked Jason, but he quickly shut up as Dick shot him a batglare. "As I was saying, after the Joker shot Tim-" Jason could see how much self control it took for Dick not to break the chair and search for the maniac who had hurt his brother, "We were distracted, so he injected us with some kind of drug. Damian was out of his reach, he is still with Timmy."

Jason clenched his fists. "I may not be the biggest fan of the Demon Brat, but I know he'll do anything to save the Replacement. Don't worry, they will be fine." Dick seemed to relax slightly. "Well, I guess the drug knocked us out and the Joker took us." Jason nodded grimly. "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. Can you get out of the chains?"

Suddenly, someone behind them laughed. "None of you are getting out of these chains, boys. Don't even try." Jason tensed. He would recognize that voice anywhere and everywhere, it was, after all, the last thing he'd heard before he died. The weight of the situation crashed into him like a speeding train. He was in the clutches of his killer. Again. He was with the Joker, bound, weaponless, defenseless... He was going to die again. Fuck, there was no way the Joker would let him survive this, he knew what was coming, but fuck this, Joker still scared him shitless.

His breath was becoming shorter and he couldn't get his damn heartbeat under control. Fucking shit, he had to get out! Joker was going to die this time, not him, he was not going back in the ground.

"Joker," spat Dick, trying to turn around. The madman walked around the brothers, happy as always. "I hope you enjoyed your little nap, you won't be napping anytime soon, again. Napping... huh, that's a funny word. Napping, tapping, shit whacking." There was a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Imma whack you."

Jason glared at him, his hands trembling. That bastard had shot Tim, had tortured him and blown him up. He was going to pay. But truth be told, he was also scared out of his wits.

He couldn't deny the scars left by the manic, on his psyche and body.

"Why are you so quiet," whined the Joker, spreading his arms wide and turning in a circle. "Be happy! C'mon! If you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it, if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands." He clapped his hands like a child, jumping up and down.

Jason mentally face-palmed. "I don't think there is anything to be happy about," he snarled, glaring at his captor. The Joker pouted. "Being with your uncle J. isn't something to be happy about? What did I do to deserve such harsh words?" A tear dribbled down his cheek.

Dick snort humorlessly. "Let me enlighten you: You held a gun to my face, shot our brother, drugged and kidnapped us, chained us to chairs in a warehouse- which is really cliché, by the way- and now you are going to demand ransom in exchange for our freedom. Are that enough reasons for us not to be happy!?"

No one spoke for a second, until the Joker burst out laughing once again. Something was unsettling Jason, aside from the obvious, and he glanced warily at Dick. The Joker stopped laughing abruptly and turned his attention back to the boys.

"Well, there was a change of plans. Plans, plans, plans! No one likes plans! They never work! It's unfair." Instead of pouting, the Joker smirked and Jason's blood ran cold. There was a feeling of wrongness deep in his bones. The maniac's cold and crazy eyes were glued to Dick and Jason began to wonder if he even realised Jason was in the room.

"And what are those 'changes'," spat Dick, glaring at the Joker. The man cackled and a shiver ran down Jason's and Dick's spine. The boys glanced at each other. "I have discovered something rather... exiting, you know. I was searching for your wallet-" he said, eyes still on Dick, "and while I was looking in your shirt pocket, I felt something under your shirt, so I looked what it was and guess what I found. A scar, a really familiar scar." He cackled again and Jason frowned as Dick paled rapidly, all color draining from his face. "Do you know what I'm talking about, Boy Wonder?"

(I thought about stopping here, but someone told me to try and be nice. I guess I'll try)

~

"So," muttered Artemis disbelievingly. "Bruce Wayne is Batman."

After Damian had led the Young Justice to the Batcave, they didn't really have time to process what was going on, as they had to save Tim.

They had cleaned his wound and Damian was able to get the bullet out of his stomach. They had wrapped his upper body in bandages and were now waiting for him to wake up. The youngest Wayne brother had allowed the team to ask questions and was trying to answer as many as he could without losing his patience.

"Yes, Bruce Wayne is Batman." Obviously.

Wally was lost in thoughts. He was pretty sure that Batman would kill them for finding out his identity. "And Dick is Robin, right?" asked Aqualad, running his hand over his head. Damian nodded again. Kaldur couldn't believe they had been with Robin for the whole time without even noticing it. They were supposed to be heroes, to pay attention and Robin had been right under their noses the whole time!

Conner clenched his fists and punched the table, breaking it in the process. "This just got personal. You mess with one of us, you get all of us."

Everyone looked at him in shock. "What? He is part of our team." Megan smiled and took his hand. "And we will get him back."

Damian sighed and glanced at Drake's pale face. "It is not Grayson I'm worried about. It's Todd, with his stupid big mouth. The imbecile couldn't keep his mouth shut even if his life depended on it." He pursed his lips. Of course that was not the only reason. And there would be no use hiding it, right?

"The Joker killed him once before and getting him to come down from his rampage killing spree was annoying enough." Artemis choked. "Wait, what?"

(Dick didn't retire, so the others were never Robins. Jason's been Red Hood from the start and Tim Red Robin.)

Damian sighed and rolled his eyes. "Jason is the Red Hood, as most of you have probably already figured out, and he was killed by the Joker a year ago, resurrected by the Lazarus pit and then tried to make his own crime empire, which he succeeded in and then Grayson convinced him to come back and now we're here."

Artemis shook her head. "This is way too much for me. Jason was dead?" Suddenly, Megan jumped up, hitting her hand against her forehead. "Hello, Megan! That explains it! That is the reason he was so angry when Dick- Robin- called him a Zombie." Damian nodded. "Indeed. Any other questions?"

Wally raised his hand. "This one's actually about you... Dick told me you could fight, but why doesn't Bruce let you go on patrol?"

"Wait," interrupted Kaldur, eyes narrowing dangerously. "You knew?!" That would also explain why he had been acting so weird lately. He was keeping this whole thing secret!

Wally shrugged sheepishly. "Well, yeah. Dick forbid me to tell you anything, but yes, I knew."

Damian rolled his eyes again. They were acting like children. If he had been in charge, non of this would have happened. "Father thinks I am too young. It is ridiculous and unnecessary, but it is father's rule. And now we will concentrate on finding Grayson and Todd. I am tired of your questions."

Damian went to sit in the chair in front of the Bat-computer. "At times like this, I really want to have hacking skills like that fool Drake," he muttered to himself as he searched for any clues to the Joker's whereabouts. After hours of tapping into security cameras and finding nothing, they heard a weak cought from behind them and Damian spun around. "You know, Demon Brat, Bruce will kill you for telling them his secret."

Damian tutted. "You're awake."

"Looks like it."

"You still owe me money, Drake."

A small smile played on Tim's lips, who was trying to sit up. "Oh really? I don't remember you lending me any." Damian smirked and crossed his arms. "It was two weeks ago. You wanted ice cream but couldn't pay for it, so Grayson forced me to lend you some." Tim frowned. "Well, I guess I do owe you money."

He looked around. "Wait, where are Dick and Jason?" Damian tensed and so did the team. They glanced at each other and didn't really know what to say. Tim's eyes went wide and he tried to stand up, but winced in pain. Damian pushed him back on the bed.

"The Joker has them."

"What?! We need to find them!"

Damian tried to calm down the raging teen.

"Yes, I know. I am not as incompetent as the rest of you."

"Damian, let me up."

"You can't even stand," deadpanned the younger and kept his hand on Tim's chest.

Tim was going out of his mind with worry and glared at his brother.

"Damian-"

"They will be fine," reassured Artemis, making herself known. "This is Robin we're talking about."

"Yeah," muttered Tim, "They are strong. They are fine, they have to be."

Boy was he wrong.

~

A scream echoed threw the abondened warehouse, a scream full of pain, followed by another scream, this one full of rage and worry.

~

A/N: Ok, I knew I said I would be nice, but I just love Cliffhangers! Muhahahaha!