Sylvia Wayne "Wildcat"

Gotham

December 1st, 2012

I was supposed to be heading out to go Christmas shopping, and Jason was supposed to be with some kid from school, going to some birthday party. But I got an encrypted message that was somehow sent straight to my private server on my holocomputer. If you ever want to see Robin again, come to Gotham City Park, under the gazebo. Come alone or he dies. I began to panic. Without a word, I ran downstairs to the study and went straight down to the Batcave. I made sure no one noticed my exit, or they would probably kill my brother. I dropped all my clothes and suited up, pulling my hair into a ponytail and pulling my cowl over my head. I got right on my motorcycle and rode through the tunnel to get above ground.

I could feel my heart racing as I rode straight for the park downtown. It was still sunny out, so I felt weird riding around Gotham. Usually in this city, I'm donning the costume at night for patrol. Naturally, people on the street were taking pictures of their famed Wildcat as she rode through the city. I didn't even stop the bike at the edge of the park, I rode right through the grass, dodging people as I rode to the large gazebo. I didn't see anyone, but I ditched the bike behind a tree anyway. I ran for the gazebo, the only problem was, I was distracted by my panic. I didn't see the figure looming behind one of the wooden pillars. Just like that, I was hit in the side of the head with a crowbar. Lights out.

A few hours later

When I opened my eyes, my ears were ringing, and my arms were outstretched. I began to panic even more when I heard the familiar voice. The lights flipped on and I saw them. Jason was tied up in a chair, his cape missing, boots and gloves tossed aside, but he still donned his domino mask. The man behind him, with his hands resting on Jason's shoulders, was the Joker. His purple suit was slightly wrinkled and his knuckles were bruised slightly, just like the corner of Jason's mouth were his lip was split and bleeding. I looked around and saw that we were in a warehouse, and I was strung up with each hand chained, my arms stretched apart and my feet barely touching the ground. The more I thought about it, the more my shoulders hurt.

"I'm so glad you could join the party, darling. You know, I've been waiting to see that sweet face for a long time. And those green eyes? Like little emeralds!" The Joker approached me, stroking my cheek and gripping my jaw. "I've been wanting to see you since our last encounter. We've had some fun encounters, me stabbing you, you clawing me, me attacking you, you trying to fight back but I had Scarecrow with me…" He trailed off, but I spat in his face. He smacked me before grabbing my jaw once again.

"You can go fu-" I tried to tell him off, but he punched me this time. My face stung, and I could already feel my left eye swelling up.

"Stop! Leaver her alone!" Jason yelled from the chair, but that was a mistake. Joker left me and kicked Jason's chest, forcing him to fall over, stuck in the chair on the ground. Before he returned to me, he took the chair and moved Jason to make him watch.

"Now, lets see what the world has been missing." He said and I immediately clamped my eyes shut, afraid of his hands running over my suit, trying to find a zipper. When he did, it wouldn't come all the way off. I forced my eyes to stay close as I felt him pull on the fabric, cutting it off with a batarang from my utility belt. When he was finished, I was dangling in a tanktop and my underwear. I couldn't bear it anymore.

"You sick freak!" I barked, swinging my legs up to kick him in the face. He spit out some blood and smiled.

"You little rat!" He walked about, grabbing a crow bar and started beating me. I cried out in pain, tears soon streaking my face the harder he hit me, and Jason began screaming, yelling for him to stop.

"Stop crying, little girl. Pretty girls shouldn't cry." He smiled, continuing to hit me with the crowbar. When I became to weak to cry out and the adrenaline took the pain away, he stopped. "You're no fun any more."

"Let her go!" Jason yelled. I don't know how many times he yelled it, but he did.

"I need you to be a good little boy!" Joker started beating Jason with the cow bar. Soon he was bored enough to tie his hands behind his back, taking him out of the chair. Jason was just on the floor. Then one blow made a loud crack. His jaw was definitely fractured as he fell back again on the floor.

"Stop!" I started to cry, my brother breathing heavily through the pain.

"Wow, that looked like it really hurt." Joker make a fake gesture of guild before breaking back into his smile. He continued to beat Jason, his groans barely audible against my screaming for Joker to stop.

"I'll kill you!" I started to threaten, but he wouldn't listen. Then, one blow flipped Jason over. That was when the Joker stopped to contemplate.

"Whoa, now hang on. That looked like it hurt a lot more, so let's try to clear this up, okay, pumpkin? What hurts more? A? Or B?" The Joker changed his swing, trying to compare his own notes. I wanted to throw up at the sight of the blood spatter. Jason was lying in a Jackson Pollock painting of his own blood. "Forehand? Or Backhand?" Joker began cackling at his own methods. I could hear Jason's bones cracking and breaking as I screamed for Joker to stop.

"Hurt me instead!" I screamed, my bare legs starting to get cold from the winter air in the warehouse. Then, Jason mumbled something, causing Joker to stop beating him for a second.

"A little louder, lamb chop. I think you may have a collapsed lung. That always impedes the oratory." Joker leaned down to listen, but Jason just spat in his face. A crooked smile graced my little brother's lips just before Joker hit him once more.

"Now, that was rude! The first boy blunder had some manners. I suppose I'm going to have to teach you a lesson… So you can better follow in his footsteps." Joker twisted the crowbar in his hands. "Nah, I'm just gonna keep beating you with this crowbar." He smiled and kept at it for what seemed like an eternity. But finally, Joker pulled out a knife and walked over to me.

"You know, stabbing you gave me the oddest sensation. Let's find that again, shall we?" He started cackling, dragging the sharp blade across my skin. I felt nothing, but the blood began stain my shirt, the gash streaking through the new hole in the stomach of my shirt. "Oh, no, that simply won't do." He took the crowbar in his free hand and kept hitting me. "I want you to scream for me!" He laughed, beating me harder and harder until I felt more of my own bones cracking and breaking. I started to give in, screaming as he cut me. But then he got bored and began beating me, again and again. Jason was barely conscious when Joker let me loose from the chains, tying my hands up, even thinking to put metal mits on my hands to keep me from using my claws. I couldn't move or even scream. I was numb, but the tears kept streaking as Joker pulled on his coat. Jason was on the floor, bleeding.

"Okay, kiddo, i gotta go. It's been fun though, right? Well, maybe a smidge more fun for me

than you. I'm just guessing since you're being awful quiet. Anyway, be a good boy. Finish your homework and be in bed by nine. And, hey… Please tell the big man I said, Hello." Joker dragged me past my little brother, taking me to the door. Jason looked at me with empty eyes as I was pulled away. I saw the bomb and started to cry even more, sobbing through swollen cheeks and eyes. He dragged me out and through the snow, my body leaving a trail of bloody snow and ice. The last thing I saw before I slipped unconscious, was the flash of light and the cloud of smoke where my little brother when up in flames. Lights out.