Hey, guys! Here's chapter 4!

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The next morning... or, well, when Robin and BlueJay awoke, BlueJay was feeling the slightest bit stronger. Robin was very angry and upset with himself. Why did BlueJay seem so sure that she would be the one to die? Sure, Batman would be devastated if Robin died, but if Robin lived through this without BlueJay at his side at the end, he would never forgive himself and never be able to live with himself. He would be broken beyond repair if had to watch, helplessly, as BlueJay died. Again.

BlueJay somehow maneuvered herself into a sitting position. Robin sat up beside her and made no comment as she laid her head in his lap. BlueJay began to cry silently. "What's wrong?" Robin whispered gently.

"How did this happen?" BlueJay sobbed. "Why didn't you just. . . let me die in the first place?"

Robin was shocked. He stared at her for a moment before yelling, "I couldn't! What makes you think I could?"

"You had to! Before I let go, I told you NOT to come get me!"

"Well, why did you let the Joker take you, too?"

"I... you know, if you had let me die in the first place, we wouldn't be here!" BlueJay sat up, tears streaming down her face. "We wouldn't need to be!"

"Oh? BlueJay, try and put yourself in my place for a moment! Could you imagine watching me die while you could do nothing? Could you, no, try to see me, strung up, beaten and bloody and starving! See a bullet entering my body and know you can do nothing about it! I can't DO that again!"

"Did you ever think about what I was going through?" BlueJay asked in a shaky whisper.

"N-no. What?" Robin asked, much more gently.

"Every night, while I was there, I saw you. Dying in every way my mind could imagine. It was terrible, and I didn't have any idea as to whether or not you were actually alive or safe. All I knew," BlueJay's voice quivered, "was that soon I'd be dead. You were who knows where. After I was shot, and I saw you, I thought, 'we must both be dead'. How else could you be there? Then I went out. But being unconscious didn't help. I only saw you die a hundred other ways. Do I really need to see you die again? And wake up to find that it's true?"

Robin sighed. It was a stalemate. He couldn't guess why they were arguing in the first place, but they weren't getting any further with it. He lay down and stared at the ceiling.

Suddenly, the door swung open and two of the Joker's thugs walked in. They roughly cut away the prisoners' bonds and dragged them to their feet. The birds were forced before the Joker, who sat in a throne-like chair. He said to one of his goons, "You may begin taping." Robin's heart dropped to his stomach, remembering that the Joker was putting the team and Batman through this too.

The Joker resumed speaking after a ten-second pause: "You will be glad to know that I have come to my decision."

"And?" BlueJay ventured to ask.

The Joker smiled cruelly. "BlueJay, I have taken what you said earlier to heart. Who needs you? Besides, a physically, and I believe emotionally, broken Robin would be much more effective when I send one of you back to Batman. So, in case you didn't yet guess, both prisoners will be punished, BlueJay shall die, Robin shall do some work for me, and then I'll send Robin back to Batman."

"NO!" Robin screamed in anguish. "Oh, yes," the Joker said in a neutral tone. "I have spoken. You have one hour to reconcile yourselves to this. And, just a tip, I prefer older methods of torture and death. I've found them to be more... rooted in the human mind as something to be feared." With a cruel laugh, the Joker stood and left. The henchmen grabbed their charges' arms and hurled them back in their cell.

What are these 'older methods' the Joker speaks of? AND WHERE IS BATMAN? Well, you'll find out soon enough. Please review!