Robin slowly came to blinking his eyes as they adjusted to the dark.
For a moment he wondered why he was hanging upside down before the events
of the night came flooding back. Getting dragged behind a train by the
Joker wasn't too bad, Better not tell Gran'pa Bruce about that though. he
thought. His head hurt just thinking about Batman's likely reaction to
that. And it wasn't pretty either. Batman had very specific rules
regarding villains in general and the Joker himself was off limits to
Robin. Alfred was going to be horrified at the sight of his uniform and
would probably devote a whole hour on lecturing about how hard it was to
get grass stains out of Kevlar. I'd rather face Grandpa Bruce than that,
Jymm thought wryly.
Working his hands around the rope that seemed to be holding him in place he concentrated on undoing the knots. It's not that difficult, he mused, all you have to do is wiggle around a little... POP! He bit his lip as he grimaced, ...dislocate your thumb....owww.
He yanked his hand free of the bindings and somersaulted six feet to the ground. Crouching to the floor he looked around and assessed his equipment. His communicator was down so that nixed calling for backup. It seemed he was in a warehouse of somesort and he could hear voices off in the distance, Jokers henchmen most likely. He had a choice. He could take out Joker's henchmen and thwart Jokers plan (or at least set it back) or he could escape to the Cave and let dad and grandpa take over. Jymmy sighed inwardly to himself, All I wanted was to go to that stupid Backwards Dance. Remembering something he cursed and looked at his watch. 3 A.M...great. And curfew is 1a.m. on school nights. Mom's so gonna kill me. That is if Dad doesn't get to me before then. And that's if BATMAN doesn't find me first. and then, I'm in trouble as it is...I may as well go out with a bang. And so having come to that well thought out conclusion, the brash young squire of the Dark Knight made his way silently among the rafters following the ringing laughter and distinct voices. Creeping onto the catwalk above, he looked down at a flimsy cardtable, with a single lightbulb suspended by an electrical cord above the heads of four men, wearing clown makeup and various oversized flowers on their lapels. There were others in a somewhat loose circle around the table guarding the exits and armed with ominous looking guns.
Mentally filing a note to himself to avoid those flowers as they contained knockout gas (and the reason for his previous capture that evening), he slowly drew his legs up to his chest and pulled out a batarang. He wasn't going to throw it yet, he was hoping one of the goons would say something about Joker's master plan. The catwalk swayed slightly and as he reached a gloved hand for the rail he realized he was going to need a sturdier platform to fight from. Just as his hand grasped the rail he felt it give under the little weight he leaned into it with and in the next instant he found himself tumbling down towards the table....and the four goons...and the other ominously armed henchmen. Falling heavily, on his back in the middle of the card table, he took a few short pained gasps noting that he had landed wrong knocking the breath out of himself. There were several clicks as he opened an eye to see a bunch of clowns dressed like mimes (which was scary when you think about it) pointing guns at him. Robin gave his most charming smile and made a half hearted attempt to talk his way out, "Uhh..Hey guys! Hope you dont' mind me droppin' in like this." He chuckled nervously and looked towards the cards that had scattered everywhere, "So...who's winning?" He never got an answer as all four clowns closed in around him.
Working his hands around the rope that seemed to be holding him in place he concentrated on undoing the knots. It's not that difficult, he mused, all you have to do is wiggle around a little... POP! He bit his lip as he grimaced, ...dislocate your thumb....owww.
He yanked his hand free of the bindings and somersaulted six feet to the ground. Crouching to the floor he looked around and assessed his equipment. His communicator was down so that nixed calling for backup. It seemed he was in a warehouse of somesort and he could hear voices off in the distance, Jokers henchmen most likely. He had a choice. He could take out Joker's henchmen and thwart Jokers plan (or at least set it back) or he could escape to the Cave and let dad and grandpa take over. Jymmy sighed inwardly to himself, All I wanted was to go to that stupid Backwards Dance. Remembering something he cursed and looked at his watch. 3 A.M...great. And curfew is 1a.m. on school nights. Mom's so gonna kill me. That is if Dad doesn't get to me before then. And that's if BATMAN doesn't find me first. and then, I'm in trouble as it is...I may as well go out with a bang. And so having come to that well thought out conclusion, the brash young squire of the Dark Knight made his way silently among the rafters following the ringing laughter and distinct voices. Creeping onto the catwalk above, he looked down at a flimsy cardtable, with a single lightbulb suspended by an electrical cord above the heads of four men, wearing clown makeup and various oversized flowers on their lapels. There were others in a somewhat loose circle around the table guarding the exits and armed with ominous looking guns.
Mentally filing a note to himself to avoid those flowers as they contained knockout gas (and the reason for his previous capture that evening), he slowly drew his legs up to his chest and pulled out a batarang. He wasn't going to throw it yet, he was hoping one of the goons would say something about Joker's master plan. The catwalk swayed slightly and as he reached a gloved hand for the rail he realized he was going to need a sturdier platform to fight from. Just as his hand grasped the rail he felt it give under the little weight he leaned into it with and in the next instant he found himself tumbling down towards the table....and the four goons...and the other ominously armed henchmen. Falling heavily, on his back in the middle of the card table, he took a few short pained gasps noting that he had landed wrong knocking the breath out of himself. There were several clicks as he opened an eye to see a bunch of clowns dressed like mimes (which was scary when you think about it) pointing guns at him. Robin gave his most charming smile and made a half hearted attempt to talk his way out, "Uhh..Hey guys! Hope you dont' mind me droppin' in like this." He chuckled nervously and looked towards the cards that had scattered everywhere, "So...who's winning?" He never got an answer as all four clowns closed in around him.