Now that the craziness is figured out we can get back to the fun part, new chapters hehe! Ok so there weren't a lot of reviews this time around so ill do my thank you wall next chapter! Please review and lemme know what you think!
Robin tried to scream but he had lost the power to do so, his throat felt like someone had poured rusted nails and glass down it. His body ached and stung, as he hung his head he noted the pool of blood that gathered below his feet. From what he could tell he had been in the Joker's possession for over three days now and each day the twisted bastard found new ways to torture him. And judging on his blurry vision and aching stomach he was weakened substantially.
Trying to tense he cursed hoarsely as his wrists screamed in pain, more blood running down his already coated arms. Relaxing and falling slack instantly he tried to look around the room, but like every time before his sight was distorted by the light above him. The sound of a heavy metallic door opening alerted him to the source of his pain and suffering.
"Well good afternoon little bird, how are we feeling today?", Robin hated how the Joker would speak to him as if they were friendly, as if he wasn't slowly killing him.
"Weak, head hurts, stomach is turning, lost a bit more blood…", he rattled off knowing Joker hated it when he just spoke about his current condition.
"Hmmm well that's no good, you cant die just yet little bird I have so much more I want to do", he walked over to the tray that was now covered in tools and medical instruments that were covered in dried blood.
"Just let me go Joker", his voice was weak and held no threat, just pleading and pain.
"Afraid I cant do that, I'm having just to much fun", he turned around with a scalpel in his hand and a face mask over his nose and mouth. Robin wanted to fight but he lacked the ability to any more and as Joker approached with that blade Robin couldn't help but close his eyes and pray silently that he could just die.
…...
Bruce sat at the computer in the bat cave, the eerie silence his only company. It struck him now how sorry he was for reprimanding Robin when he would work with the stereo blaring. Turning in his chair he looked over to the clear cases that held the bat suite and Robin suite extras, he rose slowly and approached the glass. The empty suites hung from its manikins limply like lifeless bodies making Bruce clench his fists. If he and Robin hadn't fought that night he would still be around.
Digging into his pocket he pulled out the card that the team had found inside Robin's helmet, the black and white smiling joker watching him. Of all the villains to have taken Robin from him he wished it had been another. The Joker would do anything to get back at not only Robin but Batman as well. His fury came to the surface as he crushed the thin card in his hand and punched the glass case that held Robin's suite.
"Why did you leave kid, if you had just stayed here….Damn it!", he never showed emotion, nothing ever bothered him, he was the Batman. But he knew that this would break him, he would forever feel guilty for his cold and detached actions.
"Bruce?", he lifted his head and turned slowly to see Clark standing at the top of the stair case that lead into the manor.
"What is it?", he took on a serious tone as he started for the steps.
"How are you holding up?", he waited for Bruce to join him at the top of the stairs before they entered the manor and the book shelf closed slowly. Bruce grabbed a decanter and scotch glass as he walked into the parlor. Pouring a half a glass he sat on one of the small couches and took a healthy drink.
"I am fine", he muttered.
"Yes just peachy I see…..listen Bruce-", Clark drew up short as Bruce lifted his hand to silence the man.
"Don't Clark, just don't", he stood abruptly and walked to the windows the afternoon turning into night and drawing a close on the fifth day. Robin was missing, Dick was missing and the public and the private school were turning curious, Bruce Wayne would have to make a move soon.
"I was only trying to help…", Clark's voice brought him back to the moment and Bruce looked back to his old friend.
"Was it a good idea?', Clark tilted his head at the question. "For us to let them fight with us…to put the future of the League into harms way so young?".
"It's what they wanted Bruce, to be treated as equals-"
"Have you spoken to Connor?", Clark drew back at the question and turned away from his friend.
"No."
"You should Clark….talk to him every chance you get. Cause one day he may be gone, and you wont have it to do over again.", Bruce nodded and walked out of the room.
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"Wally come see this!", Artemis yelled from the t.v. room and without pause the young speedster came skidding to a halt. She nodded to Connor who turned up the volume on the television set.
"We are reporting live to Wayne corp. were a press conference has been called by Bruce Wayne him self-"
"What's important about Wayne Corp.?", Wally tried to distract the team but they all hushed them and returned their focus on the conference.
"Thank you all for coming, as you all know there has been some news about my adopted son Richard Grayson and his absence as of late. I am regret tingly holding this conference to ask for help….my son has gone missing. And while the Gotham police are doing everything in their power I am asking others to do what they can.-"
"It has been confirmed the millionaire's son is missing, Richard Grayson is thirteen years old, with black hair and blue eyes as seen in this photo here. If any of our viewers has information that can help the authorities they are asked to please step forward an-", the television turned off and everyone turned to look at Wally as he threw down the remote and left the room.
"What's his problem?", Artemis asked Miss Martian who only shrugged in confusion.
"I will go find out", Kaldur spoke up and left the room to follow the obviously disturbed team mate.
When he caught up to Wally he found him standing in Robin's guest room slash work room. The boy was pacing like a caged animal, his eyes trained on the ground as he growled incoherent sentences.
"Is there something you wish to discuss Wally?"
"It's been a week Kaldur….a week!", he threw his hands in the air an then sat at the bench, holding his head in his hands.
"We must stay hopeful for Robin's return…", he watched as Wally lifted his head and picked up a batarang from the counter and held it as if it would break.
"I know, but I cant help but feel, he isn't coming back…unless there is a body bag involved.", Kaldur lowered his head, as the leader he had to stay strong for the team, but what Wally was saying was what they all were thinking. That Robin was truly not coming back.