Chapter 4: Broken
Robin laid in a pool of his own blood. Every cut, feeling life burning, powerul flames. How could I let this happen? Where was Bruce? Robin could see from the slits of his eyes that The Joker had taken something else out of his bag.
"Rise and shine, Bird Boy! It's time to play with your Uncle Jay!" The Joker walked over to the bloody boy and kicked him so he was on his back, the letters "Joker" clearly visible, carved into his chest.
Robin shook as he was kicked, the jagged edges of his broken rib grazing his lung. Don't let him break you! Don't tell him Batman's identity. He braced himself for what was to come,
"Now, Boy Blunder, I'm going to ask you again. And if you don't answer . . ." He waved a heavy steel crowbar back and forth. "You get this! Now, who is The Batman?"
"F you, Joker!" The boy spat. WHAM! Robin's kneecap shattered. He screamed in utter agony, hoping, pleading for it to end soon. CRACK! Robin's eyes flew open and he screamed even louder than before. The heavy metal sunk into his flesh, breaking three ribs with a sickening snap. The pain was so much. The Joker's face was the last thing he saw before he blacked out from blood loss and pain.
Batman was cruising down the highway at top speed, hoping he wasn't too late. The Joker must have taken him to the old Archam Asylum. (A new one with high security had been built, leaving the old one to rot.)
Oh, God Dick, I'm sorry. Just please be alive! I love you! The Bat thought, zooming around traffic towards his destination. Hold on, Dick, I'm coming.
Dick Grayson didn't think he could hold on much longer. He had numerous stab wounds, and a few broken bones. But he couldn't let the secret out. Couldn't let his father down.
He just wanted it to end. His pain and suffering to stop. Death was bekoning with open arms, pulling him into the darkness, towards his mother and father. He wanted to go with them. He felt, peaceful. . . No! He had to stay alive! Bruce would fall apart of he was dead. Everyone he cared about, Bruce, Alfred, The Team, Artemis, Wally . . . He had to stay awake for them. He fought against the darkness, and slowly clawed his way back yo the light, and opened his eyes.
"Oh, you're awake, Boy Blunder? I was beggining to think I'd already killed you! And that would be no fun!" He laughed like the sick, evil maniac he was. "Well, I reckon Bats has already figured out where you are, so It'd be the best for me to get going." He sighed, zipping his bag closed. "But it's been fun, right?"
Robin didn't reply. It took all his stength to fight against the darkness, to fight this losing battle.
"What? You didn't reply? Oh, you're probably too busy being dead!" He laughed again, pulling something out of his pocket.
"But first, one last gift from your Uncle Jay." He pulled out a handgun and pointed it at te bloody, broken, dying bird. BANG Robin's eyes flew open and he screamed the loudest he had yet screamed because he knew it would be his last words. He knew the bulled hit him square in the chest. He knew it was a fatal blow.
The last thing he saw before he faded into darkness was a batarang hitting the joker in the back. But he knew it was too late now. A stong force pulled him towards his parents, into the darkness.