AN: Hey guys here's chapter 5. Idk how I feel about this one but im going to put it out there anyways... Enjoy!~~

Chapter Five: Mind Games

You will not break. You will. Not. Break. Tim kept chanting this in his head, trying his best to block the excruciating pain running up and down his body. The sedatives have been completely drained from his system and his adrynaline seems to have run out. He's sustained several fractures and multiple breaks from the hour with the hammer, and several burns from another hour with the taser. Also, he's had to go to the bathroom for a really long time. He doesn't know what The Joker wants and he's convinced that he doesn't want anything. He simply wants only to torture him. Yet, it wasn't him they had originally wanted; they wanted Dick, but got him instead. That's why no one is looking for me, He thought. I'm worthless. I'm nothing. I'm- No! That's not true. You will not break, Drake!

"Ha." Tim gurgled out a small laugh realizing that had rhymed. His entire body smarted from the small movement.

"Why, my little Robin." Tim snapped back into focus. "You seem like you're actually enjoying yourself now!" The Joker had left a little while ago to 'play with his other toys', but now he stepped back into Tim's line of sight. "Now maybe you'll see how much fun this really is!" He clapped with excitement. ""Why don't you laugh again for me?" Tim kept his mouth shut. "Aw, come on my little birdy. I made you scream, now I'll make you laugh."

He came up to Tim with a collar and fastened it around his neck. Then, he gave a small black remote to one of the goons that were standing there watching the excitement. "Here. Use this however you'd like." The idiot looked down at it blankly. "Well?" The Joker demanded. "PRESS THE BUTTON!" He quickly smashed the button down with his big meaty finger. Electricity bolted into Tim's neck and throughout his limbs. Everyone laughed as his body convulsed from the high voltage. A few seconds later, he came to a rest. His breathing is ragged and his whole body dangling limply. The urge to urinate came flooding back into his mind. Then, the goon pressed the button again, this time, holding it down for a second longer. "All I want you to do is laugh. So. LAUGH!."

He grabbed the remote and held the button down sending a continuous wave of electricity into Robin. An earsplitting scream ripped out of his throat. Red-stained strands of drool dripped out of his mouth and onto his chest when he came to a rest. He know that, normally, he'd be, well, ashamed of his weakness, but he's way past that point now. Don't break, Drake.

"Heh." A short laugh slipped out of his mouth. How is that even funny!? You are literally bleeding out right now. He squished his mouth closed and timidly looked up at The Joker's satisfied grin.

"What were you laughing at?" He prodded, coming closer. Tim shook his head which shot pain into his back. "Aw, don't be embarrassed my robin. You can tell me. You can trust me."

"I-" He paused, unsure. "I thought about something...and it rhymed." He gurgled looking away. The Joker barked out short sharp laughs. It echoed throughout the warehouse and vibrated Robins body.

"See? That wasn't as hard as you made it out to be. Now, was it?" Only after hesitating for a second, Tim shook his head silently. "We'll work on your sense of humor later."Tim couldn't forget about the overwhelming pressure in his bladder. Noticing his preoccupation the Joker asked, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"I...have to go." He struggled to get out. "...Bathroom."

"Oh, that is a predicament." He hummed. "But I will allow you to go." His entire face twisted up into an evil grin. "What are you waiting for? Go right ahead." Tim's confused expression quickly turned to one of horror.

"But.."

"'But but but'" The Joker mimicked. "Do you have to go or not?" Tim nodded. "Then do it."

"I-I can't"

"You can and will, young man!" The Joker demanded like a father would a son. "I can wait here all day until you go." Tim squeezed his bladder as hard as he can.

After a few minutes the entirety of Robin was shaking from restraint. he tried to relax his body to rest for a bit and the pressure on his bladder demanded to be released. "No, please no-" He felt his body relieve itself and warm liquid filled his undershorts and ran down his legs. Finally reaching his breaking point, he started to cry. No one's coming for me. I'm useless, they don't want to find me. I deserve this. I am nothing.

They sat there for awhile watching him have a mental break down. Several minutes passed until the Joker said "Get him down." No one moved. "I said, GET HIM DOWN!" He yelled kicking over a cart. All of the goons hurried to Tim tripping over themselves. Finally, they unrestrained him and let him fall to the floor.

He laid there for while still crying. Still bleeding. Still hurting all over. He didnt even care that he was laying in a large puddle of his blood, sweat, and pee. He just curled up into a ball wailing. His ugly sobs shook his entire body. The Joker went over to his side and squatted down. He smoothed Robin's hair and rubbed his back. "There, there, my little birdie. It's only been one day. Why don't we call it a night, hm?" Robin just continued to cry. "Robin." He soothed. "My little Robin...You know you are my Robin now, right?" He sighed. "But we'll talk about this again tomorrow. We're going to be at a new place, and I think you'll like it!" But Tim wasn't listening anymore. The strain on his body made him faint and he was tucked safely into unconsciousness.