Ok so this is my first FanFiction attempt ever. I'm a HUGE Robin fan and I've always dreamed of writing about him ever since I discovered this beautiful site. I hope you enjoy it. It is meant to be a multi-chapter, so the fun doesn't end here ;)
Disclaimer: Sadly out of all the things I own, Young Justice is not one of them. Once I get it you guys will be the first to know.
It was dark. The sky was blanketed by clouds, hiding the stars from site. Only a faint moon light was able to seep through and pierce the city below. Through the muggy air drifted the constant beeping of car horns. The streets were filled with the drunk, the homeless, and the hateful. It was just any other night in Gotham City.
Over the buildings he leaped, through the dark, muggy night. Passed the drunk. Passed the homeless. Out to find the hatful. Clad in black, red, and gold, he glided through the night from building to building. Every now and then he would glance down at the streets below, hunting for anything out of the ordinary, anything sinister. Robin loved these nights in the dark, muggy city. He loved patrolling for danger and keeping the city, his city, safe from the maniacs that dwelled within.
Suddenly his bat like hearing picks up a noise. He comes to a halt on the roof of an office building to listen again. From the shadows comes a high pitches, cackling voice. "Hey Boy Blunder, out for a midnight stroll are we?"
The boy shivered. He knew exactly who the voice belonged to. He knew who gave him that horrible nick name. "Come out Joker" he said, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. "I know your there. There's no use lurking."
Our of the shadows came a greened haired man dressed in vibrant purple suit. "Oh come on now birdy boy, aren't you happy to see your uncle J? I'm simply enthralled with seeing you." The faint moon light fell upon him revealing the smile that was permanently plastered on his pasty white face.
"What do you want this time Joker, or should I say, what have you done?" came Robin's reply. He quickly scanned the surrounding area. Where was Batman? Where was his fierce partner in justice?
As if reading the boys mind the clown sang out, "Are you looking for Batsy, bird boy? Are you hoping for him to leap in and save you, the damsel in distress? Well that's too bad because he can't save you now. He can't even save himself." Suddenly, out of the shadows comes another clown, this one female and dragging behind her, a tied up, beat up Batman.
"Batman!" Robin screamed out to his mentor. How could this happen? He was supposed to be strong. He was supposed to be invincible. He was supposed to be the Batman.
"Oh why thank you Harley my dear for bring out our guest of honor. It just can't be a party without him now can it." Joker then proceeded to grab the bat by the back of his neck and pull his face into the light next to his own. Robin could see the growl forming on his mentor's lips. "Oh now be polite Batsy. You don't want to scare the kid do you?" Joker laughed. He then proceeded to roughly throw the man aside.
"You'll pay for this Joker!" Robin yelled as he ran toward the man in a blind flash of furry. Half way there he brought out his escrima sticks, jumped up, and aimed them down upon Joker's head. Joker rolled out of the way just in time and brought out his own weapon of choice, a gleaming silver knife.
"Let us dance birdy," Joker said as he came at Robin with the knife. Robin quickly parried it with one of his sticks and used the other one to swing at the man's gut. Joker side stepped and grabbed the stick with his free hand. Locked in struggle with Robin, he started to sway back and forth to imaginary music. "You're such a lovely dancing partner bird boy. Did Batsy teach you?"
"Shut up!" Robin screamed, shoving Joker away before coming at him once more. He was furious. He just had to save Batman. He was his mentor, his partner, his new father. He wasn't going lose anyone else. He swung at Joker again and again, but the clown easily dodged every blow before hitting the sticks away with a smack of his hand. The sticks clattered away and left Robin standing there, defenseless in the open night.
"Now now Boy Blunder, there's no reason to get angry. It's just a bit of fun. But think for a second, do you remember how you got here in the first place?" Joker said, grinning maliciously from ear to ear.
"What do you mean?" replied Robin. "I ran into you just now while patrolling the streets didn't I"
"Ahhh yes, but do you remember when you started your little patrol? Or why the Bat wasn't with you in the first place?" Joker answered, slowly stepping close to the boy with each word.
Robin froze. Why wasn't Batman with him? And didn't he start his patrol when…wait…when did he start his patrol? How did he get there in the first place? He remembered running thought the night, but before that, nothing. Robin's brain went into over drive trying to remember. This had never happened before. Had Joker given him some sort of drug? But wait, he would have noticed that, wouldn't he have?
With every second he thought on the conundrum, the Joker got closer and closer to him. Finally when he was mere feet away from the boy, the joker struck, plunging his knife deep into the soft flesh of Robin's stomach. Robin's eyes went as wide as dinner plates under his white domino mask as the biggest grin yet shone from Joker's face.
"Sweet Dreams bird boy," Joker whispered as with one final shove, he pushed the boy wonder off the roof. Falling fast, the last thing Robin saw was the Joker's smiling face as he his mind descended into darkness.
I hope you guys liked that. I also hope I'm not talking to just myself right now. Still not sure whose gona read this. Well if anyone does read this, I enjoy reviews…and cookies...but since you can't send me cookies through a computer (yet) I shall settle for reviews...please :)