The fight chapter has arrived as promised. This is also the second to last chapter. *tear*
So thanks to Fluffsterzz and fluffykitty12 for your fantastic reviews. I can feel the inner strength they gave me course through my body! It also seems this chapter is dedicated to all things fluffy. I love irony.
Oh yah and thanks again to BlazingRagnarok for Betaing this. Even when I accidently make up words.
Disclaimer: If I owned Young Justice it would be called Robin's Justice and he would be in every episode all the time non-stop Robin. I bet Wally's happy I don't own Young Justice.
The clown and boy stood mere feet away, squaring off and staring each other down. One held a crowbar while the other held a staff, both in fighting position, ready to strike at any moment. The clown's mind was filled with the thirst for blood. Ready to kill, ready to murder. The boy's mind was filled with an ache for revenge. Revenge to avenge both his partner and himself.
In the end it was the clown who made the first move, his need for blood unable to wait a moment longer. He lunged with his crowbar, its sharp, curved end aimed for the soft flesh on the boy's stomach. Sucking in his gut, Robin curved his body away from the oncoming bar before swinging his staff around and aiming it down on the Joker's vibrant green head. Joker, expecting the dodge, brought his crowbar up in time to parry the swing, sending sparks flying in a grand crash of metal on metal.
Robin then slid down and in between the Joker's legs, attempting to swipe him off his feet with the staff in the process. Joker simply skipped over the bar, delivering a sharp kick to Robin's side that caused the boy to stumble. He then swung with his crow bar, aiming for the other side. Robin recovered quickly enough to block the next blow, but he was now on the defensive as more and more rained down upon him from the deranged clown. Laughter could be heard emanating with each blow. The giant, split face grin was now back on Joker's face as he continued to swing his crowbar like a giant weed whacker.
Suddenly, one of the Joker's wild swings made connection to Robin's upper arm with a sickening CRACK that could be heard vibrating through the boat. Robin couldn't stop himself from yelling out as red hot pain rippled through his arm. But as Joker momentarily paused with triumph, Robin took the opportunity, pain or not, to push Joker away with the end of his staff and flip himself away to a safe distance to assess his injury.
Robin looked down at his arm and winced. It was broken all right, there was no doubt about that. It was bent at an unusual angle and every time he moved, pain would flare up his whole right side. Luckily, he was ambidextrous and his left arm would be perfectly capable of wielding his staff, but now he was at a disadvantage. Actually, now he was at a second disadvantage. Joker was already almost a foot taller than him, since, although he hated to admit it and Wally loved to rub it in, Robin was kind of short for his age, even if his age was thirteen. He knew he had to find a way to get the high ground in the fight, or at least keep the fight at a distance long enough for him to think up a plan.
By now, Joker had recovered and was walking toward the Boy Wonder, crowbar swinging like a cane in his outstretched hand. "Awww did the poor wittle birdy break a wing?" Joker cooed. "Is he scared of the big bad Uncle J?"
"There's nothing scary about a man wearing too much makeup," Robin replied with his signature smirk, edging closer and closer to the railing on the side of the ship. If he could only keep the Joker distracted long enough…
"Well it looks like you're not too hurt, boy blunder, if you can still make your usual sass," Joker said, now beating his crowbar menacingly onto his hand. "I guess we'll have to change that." Joker then jumped at Robin, crowbar raised and ready, but luckily, so was Robin. He had just reached the edge of the ship and he could now put his hastily made plan into action. As Joker lunged toward him, Robin jumped up onto the railing and then flipped off, gaining enough height to make his way onto Joker's oncoming body.
Surprised, Joker attempted to buck off his new found luggage, but to no avail, Robin had wound his legs tight around Joker's body, refusing to let go. Robin then jerked himself backwards, taking them both down towards the ground. He twisted in the air just enough so that when they landed, he was on top of Joker, pinning him to the ground.
"Well look at that Joker," Robin said, grinning victoriously, "I took you down, and with one hand practically tied behind my back."
"Oooohhh look who's a clever little birdy," Joker sneered, still smiling at the boy looking down on him. "But you're not…"
POW! Robin punched Joker straight in the mouth with is good arm, his bo staff laying forgotten on the side. "That's for the dreams," Robin yelled. BAM! Another punch to the face. "That's for the torture." CRACK! The last punch broke the Joker's nose, allowing blood to spill out and flow freely down his face. "And that's for Batman!" Robin finished, breathing hard. Punching someone had never felt so good. He felt like with each punch he was letting go of all his fear built up from however long he was in those stupid dreams.
Then he looked back down at the Joker and all the fear returned once again. Though his face was beat to a pulp, Joker was still smiling like a maniac. Blood flowed into his open mouth, painting his teeth red and making him look even more demented than he already was. Robin started to wonder if anything fazed this guy.
"Feel better now?" Joker taunted, blood spraying out of his mouth with every word. "Because I feel great!" Without warning, Joker pulled out a knife from who knows where and stabbed it into Robin's thigh.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Robin screamed out, stumbling off the Joker and clutching his bleeding leg.
Joker stood up slowly. Once on his feet again, he sighed loudly, stretching his hands out in front of him and cracking his fingers. "You did quite a number on me Boy Blunder," he said, still stretching his body back and forth in an over-exaggerated manner. "Who knew that little fist of yours could pack such a big wallop. But play time's over. It's time to let the big kids get a turn." Joker pulled a new knife out of his jacket and licked it with his tongue, letting the blood in his mouth get on the edge of the blade.
Robin swallowed, holding back the bile threatening to rise up his throat. He had always known Joker was a mad man. Everyone knew that. But it wasn't until now that it dawned on him how crazy the clown really was.
Robin tried to limp away, but he was too slow and the clown was already upon him, digging his knife into Robin's already broken arm. Robin screaming out as terrible, gut-wrenching pain wracked his body. A twist from the blade and he screamed even louder, like the blade was the sound dial of an amp.
Unbeknownst to the two of them, the scream woke up a man lying several yards away from the fight. A man believed to be dead. It took him only a second to come back to his senses and figure out who the scream belonged to. It was the scream of his son.
Ignoring the pain in his chest, Batman turned his body so he could view the battle that was taking place. What he saw made his blood boil. Standing near the edge of the ship was his son, bathed in his own blood. A knife was being twisted viciously into his arm, a blade held by none other than the Joker himself. Batman wanted nothing more than to just run over to his son and pull him into his arms, away from the mad man, but he knew he had to be cautious. He was the Batman after all, he couldn't be controlled by his emotions.
"Any last words Bird Boy?" Joker asked as he pulled his knife out Robin's arm and raised it for the finishing blow.
Robin was about to just accept his fate when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. His pained face turned back to its original smirk as confidence burned though him once more as he declared, "Nope, bats prefer not to make a sound that you can hear."
Suddenly a batarang was poking out of Joker's chest. It gave him just enough time to lock eyes with the Dark Knight who threw it, before it exploded, sending Joker flying off the ship and into the water below. The battle was over, the dynamic duo had prevailed. Relief coursed through Robin, but as it replaced the adrenaline he had been running on, his body began to collapse. Luckily Batman was there to catch him.
Batman looked down at the bird cradled in his arms. Though covered in blood and not even having the energy to stand, the boy was still smirking up at him triumphantly.
"Hey dad," Dick whispered, his tired eyes slowly beginning to close "Think we can go home now?"
"Yes Dick, yes we can," Bruce replied, smiling down at his son in his arms. And with that, the Batman and Robin took off into the night.
Awwwww *sniff* I just love fluffy endings. Not over yet though. ONE CHAPTER LEFT.
But here's my question for you readers. Do you want a sequel? I have debated making one (though it wouldn't be until later after I've written some other stuff). Tell me in a nice scrumptious review. Until next time. Potter has left the building.