Chapter 2 - Antonius POV - 2 Hours Later
Punch. Stab. Kick. Slash. Bash with bat. Repeat. The Joker did that to me for what I guess was 2 hours. And Harley always got her turn with the bat. I'm not sure anymore, it's hurts too much to care. I stopped attempting to not scream a while ago.
My throat was raw and bloody from the screaming. My head pounded, I could taste the metallic taste of blood on my tongue. The gash that went from my from above my left eyebrow to just below my left cheekbone, which was shattered, made that side of my face almost unrecognisable. Open, deeply, and jagged wounds littered my entire body. I'd even been dowsed with water then tased. Yay.
I was in pure agony, slowly losing my mind. I was in a where-house. Miles from where Batman thought I was. My mask had been ripped off, I'd removed the tractor Batman had put in me years ago, and I at the time had reattached it to my watch. Which they had taken and broke at the docks. They would have known my identity if Joker hadn't gotten carried away and smashed in my cheekbone so my face was nothing more than a lump of bone shards, and blood with some more unknown red stuff hanging off.
They were on a metal landing, the edge had no railing. 200 feet below was a boiling tank of unfinished, liquid, Joker venom. I knew as soon as I saw it. This was going to be the end of The Magpie. The sidekick of Batman. Hero of Gotham.
He was, no is, irreplaceable.
"So, the end has come for the famous Magpie, even if Batsy could save you, he wouldn't bother would he? No he wouldn't. Harley, I'll give you 5 minutes to talk to him, I know you always had a soft spot for wonder boy." The Joker said with a malicious and crooked smile.
The Joker walked out and Harley smiled and walked to me, bat twirling naturally in her hand, a look on her face that could only be described as, blood-lustful.
"Now, let's play a game. I ask a question, you answer truthfully, and if you refuse..." She smacked her bloody bat into her palm menacingly, and then to take even further giggled psychotically.
"Question one; What is Batman's secret identity?"
"I'll never tell you!" I tried to shout, but it came out of a hoarse, gravelly whisper.
SMASH! The bat hat smashed into my left ribs, and my vision clouded over with pain. Harley just smiled. I looked up at her from my spot on the floor and attempted to snarl at her, but just groan with pain when she punched the spot she'd previously smashed with her bat.
"Now let's try this again. Who is Batman?"
I gave her a bloody grin, which was quite hard considering my current injuries. "I'll never tell. You may as well kill me now."
Harley smashed her bat into his right ribs with even more power than last time, and he left one pierce his lung. Harley kneeled down and grabbed his chin, brushing her lips against his ear as she spoke.
"It's such a shame such a pretty boy is going to die now. Mr. J will won't to kill you now though, looks like your times up, baby bat." She stood back up and Joker walked in.
He laughed like the psychopath he is, and grab the back of my suit, hoisted me up and said,
"You have two options. 1, you join me, Harley needs a new boy toy. Or 2, I kill you now."
"Sorry Harley, but I'd rather die then spend the rest of my short life near you!" I croaked out.
Joker just snarled at me, whispered, "This was your choice." He dragged me over to the edge of the platform, and through me off.
Falling. Falling. Then a bang rang through the old factory and I felt a bullet hit my stomach. Then a splash, and the world went black.
Please note this was originally posted on Wattpad and has been moved over which removes a lot of little extra aestasetic based thing I spent hours working on.
- Adrian
Written: 29/08/22
*Not Edited*