"What did you-" Aqualad was about to ask, when once again nothing seemed to happen.
"Nah, nah, where is the fun in telling you that?" Giggled the clown evilly while the crazy smile still remained on his face.
Kaldur felt his anger rise. He didn't had much patient left for the psychopath and flexed his muscles more than necessary. Under the increasing pressure the Joker squirmed slightly.
„Easy here, big guy. We don't wanna do something you regret later, won't ya?" The clown said, forcing another laugh out, but chocked a little when he couldn't get enough air trough his windpipe anymore.
Clam down Kaldur, you can't give into that freak. He took a deep breath. Don't lose focus.
He must be careful not to underestimate the mad man. Batman had warned him that this would end most certainly deadly. Still the Joker was no match for him in a direct confrontation and wouldn't stand a chance in a hand to hand fight. There was no way the clown would get out of this. All he had to do was tie him up and wait for the police to bring him back to Arkham where he belonged.
During the Jokers useless attempt to wiggle himself out of Kaldurs hold, he noticed a white hand sneaking upwards. The Atlantean assumed to loose his grip...
He was wrong. Dead wrong.
Which was not just proven by the squeezing sound that came from the jokers stupid flower bouquet a second later, but also by the incredible pain he felt right now.
Damn it! Just damn it! It was so frustrating, the clown had pulled another trick out of his hat and he fell for it again like some rookie.
As soon as the liquid touched Aqualad he screamed in agony. His eyes burned like hell from the acid. Blinded by pain he tumbled backwards, hands crouched over his face trying to peal the bare skin with his fingernails.
„I would say its just water, but well~ it isn't."
By the time Kaldurs world got black tables had turned jet again and not in a good way. Aqualad used all his strength to concentrate on his hearing, which was not easy with the Jokers laugh coming apparently from everywhere. But it wasn't as bad as Kaldur first feared, thanks to his dense atlantean skin. The problem were his sensitive eyes. It would take some time for them to recover. In the moment the only thing he could do was keep his enemy talking. That wouldn't be too hard. After all there was a well known phenomenon which most of the villains had in common. They love to give long speeches about their diabolic plans instead of finishing their opponents off. He'd just hoped that this would count for the Joker too.
„You know what the problem is with you youngster?" Aqualad heard the raspy voice saying, still not able to figure out where the joker was hiding. „You taking everything waaaaaaay to serious! But sometimes you just have to step aside and go with the - "
"AQUALAD!" A scream echoed from the other side of the room.