Disclaimer: I do not own the canon, I merely enjoy it.
Starring: Robin
Author's Note: For SincerelyMNM who so politely asked for more.
he wants, he wants, he wants...
"Want what?" the Joker asked, curious. He turns from his tools, eyes drawn together.
Everything, Robin whispers in his mind. Freedom. Hot chocolate. Safety. The Joker looks contemplative as the boy thrashes and screams.
Why isn't he here, why hasn't he found me, why why why why why
"Y'know, you're holding up a lot better then I expected. Why I bet even Batman wouldn't have lasted as long as you," Joker says nonchalantly. The boy perks up at the thought of safety, comfort. "But I'm confused. Perhaps you can help an old man out. Why do you want to go back out to that -" the man waves his hand around, and Robin strains to look, to see. "When Harley and I have it right here?"
Because you're murderers and theives and I have to protect, protect, protect.
"But who's protecting you now?" the Joker whispers, breath soft against his ear, fingers sharp against his neck.
In the morning, Joker tenderly paints him white and green and Harley beams at him as she hands him a mug of hot chocolate.