Shadow Hood Chapter 9: Jokes On You, a batman fanfic

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IMPORTANT! WARNING:

LISTEN! i wanna give you a warning now, this chapter is a bit dark! it has a torture scean, its not too graphic, but for those who don't like it, don't read it!

Other then that enjoy this chapter of 'Shadow Hood'

~Unknown Location~

Jason's eyes widened a bit, before returning to normal.

"What? Now we have a female Joker clone?" he asked, voice incredulous and laden with sarcasm at the same time. He had to make a great effort not to let the fear now twisting his stomach show in his voice.

"Seriously, you're going to punish me? With a crowbar?" He laughed, the sound unfamiliar and awkward even to his own ears.

"Lady, you don't make a very good Joker," Jason continued, trying to stay cool despite the terror that was beginning to numb his fingertips. Memories, flowing through his head. Joker. The crowbar. The bomb. And that last awful, horrible second of knowing that Batman wouldn't make it in time.

The woman bared her teeth in a sadistic grin, and lifted the crowbar to admire the metal.

"Well, I was hoping to bring back some... fun memories, to help you cooperate." Her voice was silky smooth, it sent an unpleasant shudder down Jason's spine.

"What do you want from me?" Jason asked, his eyes fixed on the crowbar, following the woman's every move as she held the dreaded swung the crowbar, bringing it up and down as she tested its weight.

"You see... You have knowledge that we need. Knowledge that would be far too hard to get anywhere else." The woman grinned again, smug this time. She had snagged her quarry, and he wouldn't disappoint.

"You will tell us all the secret identities that you know." she continued. Her voice carried a threat now, and a little of the sadistic humor of before had evaporated.

Jason's eyes widened again, this time surprised that she thought it would be that easy to get information out of him. He laughed, a short bark that echoed against the dusty walls of the little chamber.

"You really think they told me secret identities?" he laughed louder, then suddenly stopped, his eyebrows drawing down in a scowl.

"Now tell me something! Why did you kidnap my sister? Your reason had better be pretty damn good!" Jason half shouted, half snarled.

"You needed motivation," the woman answered. "All the people we sent out to get you failed at the task. So we got the next best person, someone who had known, for months, whenever you so much as went out the door. Then you pulled that crazy move."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jason shot back, voice a monotone.

"Oh, damn straight you do. You tried to blow up one of our mane bases and use the commotion to 'rescue' your sister. You knew of the consequences. You knew that you most likely wouldn't get out alive, and yet you still did it, for her sake." She laughed out hysterically, doubling over with the crowbar still tightly clutched in her hand by her side.

"Ah, the wonders of the world. Who would have guessed that the Red Hood would care about somebody other than himself!"

Jason growled, low in his throat. He scrambled to his knees, trying to get to a good position to score a punch to the demonic lady's face, but his injuries slowed him down too much. She quickly dodged his pitiful attempt at attacking her, and the crowbar at her side suddenly joined the action, slamming into the small of Jason's back. He let out a shout of pain. The woman laughed.

"Aw, don't get all upset already; we have a lot of time!" She kicked him in the ribs, and there was a sickening crack as the toe of her shoe made contact with the bone. The crowbar didn't miss a beat; it cracked another rib in its turn.

Jason withered, falling to the floor again. He was too weak already, before the interrogation started.

"Now tell me, who is Robin? Or, better yet, who is Batman?" she asked, the hideous grin still plastered on her face. Jason spat at her.

She frowned. "Well, if you want to play it that way…"

She swung the crowbar over and over again, breaking multiple bones as the heavy piece of metal struck Jason. He had to bite his lip until it bled to keep from crying out, but he managed. A few grunts and a never-ending stream of curses escaped his guard, but nothing more.

"Who is Batman?" she repeated, this time more insistently.

Jason fought to restrain the swear-laden retort he instantly had at the ready.

The woman frowned again. There was a loud clatter as the crowbar hit the concrete floor, and Jason sighed in relief. But it was took a pocketknife from her pocket and flipped it open. That grin stretched her face once more, and Jason inhaled sharply, holding the breath as he watched the knife near his arm.

The woman rested the tip on his sleeve, then spoke. "Now, Jace. You have to work with me on this. I don't want to hurt you any more, but I won't have a choice if you don't give me another option."

Jason weakly swore, his mind screaming for mercy. Yet he couldn't tell her, couldn't even let her know he knew. They might hurt Jackie, and they would definitely use the information against his former team if they knew.

"Have it your way," she conceded, shrugging. He could only think of how good a Joker she made now as the grin widened on her face, just like that of the moved to Jason's side, grabbing his arm and holding it out as she gripped the knife in her right hand.

Jason yanked at the arm, his feet scraping the dust off the floor where they lay as he tried to scramble backwards. But to no avail; he was too tired out.

...

When she finally finished and let go of his arm, he turned his head to see what damage had been done. His eyes widened with anger as he saw the markings. There, carved into his arm, were three words:
Dead Yet Alive

He looked up at her, passionate hate in his eyes. "Why the hell did you do this to me?" he shouted, new found energy entering his body as he tapped into adrenaline stores he didn't know he had.

"Well, that's what you are, right?" When she didn't get any response, she continued, feigning frustration with Jason's 'stupidity'. "You know, 'dead but alive'?"

"Now, who is Bat-" she started to ask, but Jason cut her off.

"Go die in a hole! I'm never telling you!" Rage consumed him. He couldn't feel the pain anymore; only the powerful anger, the hatred, the disgust for the creature who had hurt him and practically threatened to hurt the people he wished to protect.

The woman's grin disappeared, and she held out a hand with some kind of wafer-thin remote in it.

The electricity came once again, but this time it didn't stop. He couldn't feel anything, but he knew his body couldn't take it any more. Jason's vision started fading in and out as the darkness crept over him. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was the madwoman's glaring face. She was angry, because she hadn't gotten what she wanted.

Good, thought Jason, the last coherent thought he had before it all disintegrated.

"This isn't over yet." the crazy woman said.

With that, his world turned black.

i told you it was dark! D: i hate'ed having to do this to Jason but i had no choice! D;