Okay, okay. I know I said the next chapter would be the final chapter, but I just didn't have time!
I had schoolwork and weekend plans, and I really didn't have the time to write the final chapter. I'm sorry. D:
Okay. So after a lot of considering, I decided to use Joker. Thanks for those who voted!
Robin sat there for what seemed like hours. The cellar was dark and unlit, but he'd explored as much as he could. It was about the size of a bedroom, with damp and decaying walls. The floor was just dirt, with pieces of wood spewed randomly across the ground.
He'd tried banging on the cellar doors; but there had been no reply. He could've escaped easily if those thugs hadn't taken his utility belt away. They obviously had been studying him, or worked for someone who knew him well.
He had been leaning against the walls, trying to figure out an escape plan when an arm reached down and grabbed him. It had to have been a large, long arm; the cellar wasn't deep, but tall enough that Robin would've had to jump two feet to reach to the ceiling.
There were three. The man who'd grabbed him was the same man who'd thrown him in the cellar, and beside him was the man who'd helped him. The third was a woman. She was thin but had a curvy figure. She wore a skin-tight black and red jester's costume and a jester's hat with bells on the tips. She wore a mask similar to Robin's, and her face was pale.
"Hi, Robbie-poo." She said with a wave and giggle.
"Harley," He growled.
"Oh come now, don't be like that. Is that anyway to greet your old friend?" She laughed again and walked down the alley to the sidewalk, where a black van with tinted windows was waiting.
The men dragged Robin towards the van, and Harley opened back doors. One of them threw him and he could hear Harley's chuckling as the doors closed.
They drove for not even fifteen minutes before they stopped, very abruptly. Robin was thrown forward and rammed his head against the car door. He put his hand to his head to steady himself, but he his vision was blurred and he felt dizzy. He fell down on the van's floor with a thud.
He opened his eyes slowly. The room was pitch black, except for a very bright white light right in his eyes. He squinted and tried to get away from the blinding light, but he was strapped to a chair. He tugged and pulled at his shackles, but they were tightly bound. They were tied at his ankles and wrists.
He could taste blood in his mouth. His arms were sore and bruised, his legs bloodied and losing circulation because of the ropes.
The room appeared to be empty, but he tensed in his chair and shook his head like a madman. He was panting, and his heart was thumping wildly.
"Where am I?" He yelled into the darkness. He shook some more and screamed again until his voice was raspy and his arms cut from the binding.
A face, followed by a body emerged from the shadows. It was tall, thin man with a hollow looking face. His face was painted white, his hair green. He had blood red lips, and a long, pointed nose.
"Tch tch tch, Robin. You mustn't strain yourself like that, or you'll have no energy left." He walked up to the Boy Wonder and grabbed his face and pulled it close to his own.
"I must say Robbie-dear, you weren't easy to find. Did you know I had to search almost every city in the country to find you? But of course, you're worth it, aren't you?" He let go of Robin's face and laughed manically.
"What's your plan, Joker? I left the Batman! I have no use to you!" Robin screamed, tugging on his restraints harder.
"Ah, but you still have a special place in his heart." He sarcastically put a hand to his heart and pretended to look touched. "And you see, when I send a message to ol' Batty, he'll come running to save you. And then I can finish you both off, once for all." He turned on his heel and exited into the shadows, laughing still.
"No!" He wailed, shaking violently. He stopped immediately when something dug into his side. He grunted and used his elbow to coax the thing out of his pocket. It was a yellow octagon-shaped box, with an antenna sticking out from the top.
His eyes widened and his breath steadied. He rotated his wrist around until the communicator was open. He struggled, trying to move his thumb to the record button.
He eventually succeeded, pressing down hard on the bright red button.
Very far from where Robin struggled, in fact on the other side of the solar system, a girl had been struggling herself; not to cry any more than she already had. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, taking deep, measured breaths.
She was interrupted by some thing vibrating and ringing in her pocket. She furrowed her brow and reached inside the compartment of her skirt. She pulled out a yellow box that was shaking and singing a 9-tone ring. She flipped it open and studied it.
NEW MESSAGE it read across the screen.
She squinted and pressed a button that said 'mail' and waited. She nearly fainted when she saw Robin's bloodied face appear on the screen.
"Robin?" She whispered, as though he would answer. Instead, she got a pre-recorded voice mail.
"Calling anyone, anyone who will get this signal. I-I'm in trouble, I need help. Use the coordinates from the communicator to give you my location. Be prepared; these are real villains who won't hesitate to kil-" He was cut off and his face disappeared from the screen. A yell could be heard in the background and the communicator fell to the ground. The image immediately blurred and went blank.
"Robin!" She yelled again. She panted and looked around the asteroid she was resting on, as though someone would help her. She then remembered she was alone and her lip quivered.
Her eyes shut hard and she stood still for a moment. She looked up and her eyes flashed green. And then, she was gone.
Back in Jump City, a girl had just emerged from her shower. The shower was moldy and rusty, and smelled of rotten food. She reached out and grabbed a gray towel that was now black, and wrapped it around her body.
Something rang through her apartment.
That's odd, she thought. I don't own a phone.
She entered her bedroom and was drying her hair with a towel when she saw something shaking on her nightstand.
She frowned and watched it vibrate and ring for a moment. She gulped and took an unsteady breath. She grabbed it, and opened it.
Not far from where that event took place, a scrawny green cat was scouring some trashcans in an alley. He had knocked several over already, and was pawing through them.
He had already found a half-eaten cheeseburger, but he intended to eat that only if there was nothing else. His stomach growled and he steadied himself.
The cat seemed to be taking a long lungful of air, but he stopped when a ringing noise could be heard. He looked over to a cardboard box just on the other side of the alley. It had a wrinkled and rolled up sweatshirt, a hat, and yellow device that looked like a walkie-talkie in it. He double-took at the walkie-talkie. It…was…ringing?
The cat jumped down from a garbage can and morphed into a green-skinned boy. The boy was in his teen years, and he was obviously underfed. His ribs could almost be seen through his purple jumpsuit, and his face was thin looking.
He crouched down and picked up the yellow communicator. He watched it for a while before putting it back down in the box. He began to turn back to the garbage cans, but stopped.
It had stopped ringing, but now it was vibrating loudly. He rolled his eyes and prepared to throw it at the wall, but as he raised his arm to do so, it had opened.
He brought it to his face and gasped as he saw a beat up, familiar face with spiky hair.
On the city's bay, on an island located directly in the middle, a half-human, half-robot stood inside a tall tower, beaming at his work. He had finished the tower a while ago; but he had just completed moving all the furniture in and setting all the pass codes.
The tower was spacious and filled with a dozen rooms that he had no idea what he'd use for. The basement floor was a workout center, and the street level was the kitchen and living room. The next several floors consisted of living quarters, one of which he had made his own room. The biggest, of course. Above that was the roof. It was wide and long, and he'd built a volleyball net on top. He'd left enough room on the island for an obstacle course, which he intended to start tomorrow.
All the electronics in the tower had been hand built by him. He'd made extra and sold it to pay for food and furniture.
He'd shaped the tower like a 'T' and had named it Titan's Tower. He'd named it after the moon Titan, and because the word titan meant something that stands out for greatness of achievement. And that was just how he viewed his magnificent tower.
He filled his lungs and admired his work a little more. His face saddened a little as he realized he'd have to stay in this tower all the time; all alone. He sadly walked over to the fridge and pulled out some uncooked bacon, eggs, and butter. He had begun to reach down for a frying pan when something flashed across the large television monitor. He raised his only eyebrow and stopped what he was doing, wiping his hands on his metallic body. He strode over to a computer and began typing something in. A recording played and his eyes widened as he watched the message.
When it was done playing, he typed in something else in the keyboard. The screen now showed a map to a building, a red light blinking inside it. He'd connected the communicators he and Robin had built to the main system of the tower when he'd first built it, but he hadn't really thought of it until now.
"Calling for help Robin? Fear not, Batty's already here." Joker's voice echoed through the dark room, followed by laughter. Robin rattled the chair around but his ropes only latched down harder.
"Dic-Robin! Are you alright?" A calm voice came, followed by a strongly-built body. The man was tall and muscular, a mask hiding his upper features. Bat ears stuck out over the top of the mask.
"Batman, NO! It's a trap!" Robin yelled, shaking harder.
The man stopped running as a series of metal bars shot up from the ground around him. The floor began to shake and a circle the man was standing on began to rise from the ground. He was trapped in what looked like a bird cage.
He immediately took out a knife from his belt and began working on the bars.
"Don't bother, Batman. It's indestructible. I made sure of that," Joker said, suddenly leaning on Robin's chair. Robin jumped and twisted away from the mad man.
How did he get there? I would've heard him, he thought angrily.
The clown laughed and rang a finger under Robin's chin. "Sooo. Should I kill you or Boy Blunder first?" Robin tensed and tried to pull his face away from the Joker's bony finger. Joker grabbed Robin's face and turned it to face Batman.
"I think I'll let your mentor watch you die," He hissed, motioning for a thug standing just in the shadows to come forward. He was carrying a metal pole with what looked like a sponge on it in his hand, and two long cords.
The brute ripped open Robin's uniform and dug the two cords into his chest. He yelled; it hurt like hell. The man raised the metal-sponge thing to Robin's chest, and placed it in between the two cords.
An electrical shock rippled through Robin's body. He screamed in anguish, and threw back his head, howling. The man took the device away from Robin's bare chest for a moment, a look of stupidity plastered across his face. He began to put it back on, but a green light threw it out of his hand.
The thug dropped to his knees, clutching a burnt wrist. Batman, Robin, and Joker all turned to where the green light had come from. A pair of glowing lime green eyes could be seen through the shadows, and Robin's heart instantly lightened.
The eyes were soon followed by a slender, tall body of a girl. She was beautiful, her crimson-orange hair in her face and messy, her eyes cold and threatening, her posture tensed and angry. Robin thought she couldn't have looked lovelier.
"I suggest you would not do that."
Ohhh, bad girls, bad girls, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when I come for you!
Lol. I really don't know Batman, Joker, or Harley's personalities to well, so I hope I did an okay job on this.
The next WILL be the last, I swear.
Please don't forget to review!
And, any comments or ideas on how to do Batman, Joker, or Harley's personality better, please don't hesitate to put in the review! Again, I really don't know them very well, so...yeah.
And the thing about Titan's Tower, thats how, if I was the creators of the titans, would've let them get their name. I doubt that was really how they got their name.