AN: Alright, I tried my best with trying to make more continuous updates. I put my other story on hold just for this! :D So last time, we left off with Joker locking Batman in a room while he takes Robin somewhere else to have a "talk". We will see two POV's this time.
Anyone else hear about DC Comic's plans for Nightwing? He is going to be the central character affected by Villain's Month…I swear DC, you better not kill my precious baby. They already killed Damian! I don't think it would be smart to kill another Bat-family member.
….damn you, Dan DiDio.
And I should just admit that as I write this I imagine the characters except Joker in their Young Justice versions. Yup…ok, enjoy reading! :D
Chapter Three
Gotham City…still…why must I tell you where they are?
Robin
Robin found it incredibly annoying that Joker would taunt Batman in such a matter. "Annoying" isn't exactly the proper term for how he should be feeling, but that's how it felt to him. He also felt obviously scared and anxious because who knows what the Joker had in mind to do to him—as Batman had said earlier that evening: "the Joker can be unpredictable."
In the hallway, he heard his mentor banging on the door. Joker was back with two henchman, one of which had his huge arms wrapped around his small body—at the moment all he could do was squirm around. The other henchman had stripped him of his utility belt, slapped a strip of duct tape across his mouth and then started working on wrapping thick layers around his ankles and his wrists. Oh God, this is really bad!
He then started feeling a little remorse. He had told a lie—just a small one—to Batman when he asked how he was feeling. He knew that he noticed that he was a little out of it in the room where they were previously shackled onto the wall. He did indeed actually feel a little odd, but he didn't want Bruce to worry...yet; at least not until they were home in the safety of the bat cave with Alfred's medical assistance.
His head still hurt from when the thug had ambushed him back at the carnival. His insides felt a little weird too, but it didn't hurt or bother him too much. Now everything was falling to pieces around him. He got captured...again, now Batman was now locked in the room. Joker managed to divide the crime-fighting pair once again.
This evening is turning out more complicated than it should have been.
After one of the new thugs finished wrapping his wrists with the tape, Joker had just finished yelling through the door "Feel free to make yourself at home!" and snapped his fingers. The big thug—whom Robin nicknamed Chuckles—swung his body over his shoulder and followed his boss with the rest of the cavalry.
"Mph!" he grunted. His already aching head almost hit against Chuckles' back as he started walking. As they walked further away from the closed door, he noticed that his utility belt was also just left there on the floor. They didn't even bother looking through the pockets.
"Be careful with the cargo" Joker said, "it's small and precious." He chuckled. Then went on blabbing about how much fun they were going later.
Robin purposely grunted loudly in the most annoyed tone he could make.
"Robin, don't try to irritate them." He suddenly heard a familiar voice speak in his ear. That startled him, but then quickly realized that his com link was still intact. Batman!
It is indeed a fact—at least to him and a small handful of other people—that his guardian is the world renown goddamn Batman, but there was no way in hell that he had somehow developed telepathic powers within the past few hours—but then he mentally face-palmed and rolled his eyes. Duh, Grayson! You're still wearing the com!
What could he say to him? He was currently gagged, hanging over a dummy's shoulder like a backpack with one strap, and was trying his best to get the small cutting knife hidden in his glove to cut through the layers of tape without making the thug suspicious. Unfortunately his wrists were tied in an area where it was almost impossible to move around in wrist joints. What is up with me? He thought. I haven't been this deep in trouble since my early Robin days.
"I'm currently trying to get myself out," he heard Batman say into the com. "I need you to be patient and no unnecessary risks to yourself." He ordered.
He somewhat relaxed. He knew that he had a tracker on his utility belt, but that was gone. Knowing how Batman was with all his contingency plans, there was probably another one attached somewhere on his suit. Maybe in the hemming of his cape or the com itself was a tracker. Or perhaps one day he performed a secret surgery on me when I was sleeping and implanted one in my freaking spinal cord.
Throughout this whole time, he was expecting to be put in another room of the abandoned building, but he tensed up once again when he saw that the group of baddies were going headed outside—where the heck are they going?!—and there, a big dark truck with an already running engine was waiting for them. He didn't want to risk being at a very distance away from Batman. This was now a necessary risk.
Despite still feeling a little peculiar, he kicked backwards and hit the hoodlum square in the face—most likely breaking his nose in the process. Awesome. He tried to do a backwards flip, but unfortunately—and embarrassingly—landed with a loud muffled grunt on his bottom.
"Robin! What are you doing? What's going on?!" a somewhat panicky-sounding Batman yelled into the com along with the sounds of what sounded like metal being torn apart.
He felt naked and exposed without his belt. Normally by now, he would have taken out a knife from one of the pockets. He ripped off the tape from his mouth with his bound hands. "They're going to take me somewhere in a truck! I refuse to go along!" he answered his mentor as he unwrapped the tape around his ankles.
The thug with the bleeding broken noise landed flat on his back and was still moaning—quite loudly—in pain and the other was quickly approaching him while Joker yelled all kinds of profanity at them. "Can't you do anything, right? He's just a kid! It shouldn't be that hard to get a dumb kid in a truck!" was only some of the various things he was howling out at them.
"Puddin'! What's goin' on?" he heard a squeaky female voice call out from the truck. Oh great, Harley Quinn is here too.
"I'm out," Batman said in the com. "Try to keep them busy!"
"Alright." He responded. But hurry the hell up!
As the other thug was about to pounce on him, he finally unraveled the tape from his ankles and threw the wadded tape ball into his face, slightly distracting him. He flipped backwards as his attacker landed clumsily head first on the cold cement.
Robin couldn't help but snicker to himself as it happened. And it also seemed that he was feeling a little better. He probably needed to get his adrenaline up; he had spent most of the evening on a wild goose chase after the Joker, then hanging on a wall for who knows how long. He didn't get much of the action that he had desired.
He was about to go after Joker who had run to the driver's side of the big truck until he heard him say: "Harley! It's wearing off! I need another! Hurry up!"
Oh crap! Another what? What's wearing off?
He heard the grunts of the two men he had just taken down behind him. He quickly turned around to avoid getting hit again and realized that their bodies were on the ground again, but in a messy clump. He looked up and saw Batman standing over them, with his yellow utility belt looped over his shoulder.
"Batman!" he said happily. Finally, he can cut off this tape. He then felt a sudden and incredibly sharp prick on his neck. "Ah!" he gasped. And then it was almost instant. He fell back into a state of unconsciousness. But not before hearing his mentor call out his name.
Batman
Why is this door not opening? Batman growled to himself. It was a basic door with a lock a non-working hand scanner, nothing he couldn't handle. So why was it taking him so long to get it open?
Another question on his mind was: What's wrong with him? He was showing signs of decrease in his crime fighting abilities—small signs, but a little more than the normal bad day. It was one thing to get captured once…but twice?! That hadn't happened since his first few months as Robin
At the moment he was just thankful that Joker and his crew had forgotten about their com links and didn't take out Robin's. He was hearing everything—even the sound of his stifled struggling which pained him to listen. He took out a small portable laser from his belt and started cutting through the door and heard the Joker through the com: "Be careful with the cargo, it's small and precious." He giggled.
Yeah, it's my precious cargo, you—
He heard Robin's loud, obviously annoyed, grunt. This door was still going to take a while to take down; he couldn't risk Dick endangering himself even more just for having a little attitude.
"Robin," he said "don't try to irritate them." He also hoped—although his job description says to strike fear into the hearts of criminals and villains—he hoped that probably the sound of his voice would give his young protégé some feeling of security and assurance.
He heard one surprised stifled gasp come from his line—obviously meaning that Robin got his message.
"I'm currently trying to get myself out. I need you to be patient and no unnecessary risks to yourself." He ordered.
He was getting closer to getting the door open. I got to work on a stronger laser when we get home. A few moments had passed until he started hearing sounds on the other line.
Oh crap, what are you doing Dick?
He heard an intense cry of pain from a man—probably the one Robin called Chuckles. Soon followed was a loud grunt that came from Robin himself. He was so close to getting the door open! Just a few more seconds!
"Robin! What are you doing? What's going on?!" he didn't bother to hide the concern in his voice. His more paternal "Bruce Wayne" side was coming out. He began pounding on the door. Almost! Almost!
He heard him rip off the tape from his mouth. "They're going to take me somewhere in a truck! I refuse to go along!" Robin immediately answered. In the background he also heard Joker yelling harshly at his stooges. He continued pounding until at last! He had finally managed to break the door down.
"I'm out. Try to keep them busy" he said, bringing back his emotionless Batman voice again.
"Alright."
Before running out the door, he saw Robin's carelessly discarded utility belt on the ground. He immediately grabbed it and looped it around his shoulder. He went out the exit and saw that a man with a bloody nose and another with some kind of head injury were planning on slowly jumping on his sidekick.
Oh hell no!
He threw out a batarang to one of them, badly cutting Chuckles' hand. They both looked back to see what it was—only to have their heads forcefully be knocked against one another immediately causing them to pass out.
Robin turned around and saw his mentor. "Batman!" he said with a smile on his face.
Batman smirked and stepped forward to cut off the restraints around the young boy's wrists only for him to stop when he saw his expression change almost instantly.
Robin suddenly gave out a painful gasp and started wobbling in place. "Robin!" he called out and stepped forward just in time to catch the boy in his arms. He saw the dart that was stabbed into his neck.
He looked up and saw Joker and Harley Quinn getting away in their truck. Joker popped his head out the window and blew a kiss and cackled loudly. "'Til next time, batsy! Ta ta for now!"
He scowled as they left and looked down at the boy. "Joker is going to have to wait." He mumbled to himself as he held onto his son.
AN: And there you go! My longest chapter so far! :D…which might be the last, let's see how this progresses. Thanks for all the follows and new reviews! Please let me know what you think and I shall see you in the next chapter!
Once again, I believe I may have made Batman a little OOC, sorry for that. Bye!