Here it is, Chapter 7. An actual pivotal chapter! I'd first like to give a shout out to Asha Carcella for your amazing PMs that kept me going. You stay awesome!
Disclaimer: I am not at this moment at this very time period on this date currently in the ownership of the rights to Young Justice. Sorry.
Before Robin's senses even returned to him, he knew where he was. He was in the same old warehouse, in fact, he had never even left. And then his senses hit him like a bullet to the face, which was exactly how his body felt. His broken nose and ribs were back to throbbing again in painful rhythm. On the bright side though, his broken nose was no long able to smell the putrid fish he had first noticed about the warehouse. If Robin was anything he was an optimist.
Robin flipped out of his chair and took a fighting stance, all before even opening his eyes. His bat-instincts were kicking in and he knew that he wanted to be as far away as possible from who had just been sitting across from moments ago. He then took the time to open his eyes from their slumber for the third time that day, all the while thinking to himself that he was definitely too old for naps. His newly opened eyes then rested upon his waking nightmare, the Joker himself, who was just opening his own eyes from the same slumber.
Joker let loose a huge yawn, causing Robin to have to stifle his own. Those things were more contagious than the flu. "Oooh brilliant bird boy! Copying me just like a parrot. I guess robins can learn mimicry as well." Joker then attempted to stand, only to realize that he was now tied most uncomfortably to a chair. "Well someone was certainly a busy boy while I was napping." Joker joked before slipping a knife out of the sleeve of his suit and swiftly cutting away his binds. He then stood up from the chair, taking his own fighting position.
They stood like this, masked face to clown face, staring each other down for several minutes before Robin made the first move. He pulled a batarang out of his belt and threw it toward the Joker. As soon as it left his hand, he pulled his staff out and leaped toward the same target. Joker threw his knife, meeting the batarang in midair will a CLANG that sent them both flying away. He proceeded to pulled two more knifes out just in time to prevent Robin's staff from smashing into his face.
Robin ducked down and swung his leg out to knock the Joker off his feet. The Joker managed to jump away while throwing one of his knives. Robin knocked it away with his staff before flipping back toward the Joker, who attempted to stab him with his remaining knife. Robin Jumped onto Joker's outstretched arm and used his face as a spring board to flip back onto the ground and back handspring out of reach.
"Ouch Roby, that really hurt!" Joker whined rubbing his cheek. "Didn't Batsy ever tell you it's rude to hit in the face. It's my money maker after all,"
"If that ugly mug's your money maker than how are you affording all these knifes?" Robin remarked with a slight grin.
"Just so you know, Boy Blunder, I work extremely hard on my appearance, but if you really like my knives then here, have some more. Free of charge." Joker pulled five more knifes out of his pocket and flung them all toward Robin. Robin was able to avoid four of them via ducking, dodging, and weaving, but the last one managed to nick him on the calf. The cut stung lightly, but it was thankfully not very deep.
The hesitation the cut provided, though, gave Joker enough time pull a gun out and take aim at Robin before he was able to react. Joker pulled the trigger and Robin braced himself for an impact that would never come. Instead, he felt a dark shape surround him and bring him to the ground, underneath the bullet's path.
When Robin looked up to see the face of his savior, he became relived for the first time since waking up in the warehouse. Standing protectively over him was none other than the dark knight for justice himself. The one and only Batman. Batman gave Robin one quick scan with his eyes in order to make sure the boy wasn't seriously injured before turning back to the problem at hand.
The "problem" was now smiling bigger than ever while staring hungrily at the dark knight. "Oh Batsy I'm so glad you could make it. This could never truly be a party without you."
"Cram it Joker, enough of your games. It's time your hoax is revealed." Batman then turned back to Robin and said, "Robin, this isn't…" but before he could finish, Joker has thrown a knife at him, forcing him to dodge out of the way.
"Come now Batsy don't spoil the surprise. You have to let the birdy learn how to fly on its own." Joker then leaped at Batman, aiming to stab him in the gut. Batman side stepped the clown and slammed his armored fist into the side of the Joker's jaw, causing him to stumble away, clutching his face.
Joker spit out a giant glob of pitch black blood and wiped his now black tinted, swollen mouth before remarking, "So rude you bats are. Can't have a single decent conversation with any of you. Well, not that it hasn't been fun, but I think it's time for me to go. My ride is calling me." Indeed there was honking noise going on in the background. It was starting to get louder and louder, until the whole building started shaking.
Joker then looked at the chair both he and Robin had been tied in at one point and said, "I leave you with one last present for coming. I hope you enjoy it." With those final words, Joker's body suddenly collapsed on the ground and remained there, unmoving. Not even breathing.
Robin ran toward the chair and kicked it over. Underneath it was a bomb with two seconds remaining. It only gave Robin enough time to lock eyes with is mentor before the building went up in an exploding ball of fire, swallowing up the bat, bird, and clown in one giant blast of light.
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Batman side stepped the clown and slammed his armored fist into the side of the Joker's jaw, causing him to stumble away, clutching his face.
Joker spit out a giant glob of pitch black blood and wiped his now black tinted, swollen mouth before screaming, "I can't deal with this! I don't know how to deal with talking if my mouth gets swollen shut!" He then starts laughing manically, only stopping to say, "My blood is black you know."
TELL ME WHAT THE BLOOPER IS REFERENCING IN THE COMMENTS! I will give you a special shout out and imaginary muffins. If you don't know what it's referencing I'm sorry. Go make your own imaginary muffins.