Make It Wayne

Day 30: Jokes on YOU

Bruce P.O.V.

I groaned as I sat up rubbing my head. My eyes shot wide open when everything came back to me.

"Barbra!" I gasped and hurried over to my gym bag and pulled out my phone. I pressed on Tim's number, knowing he would answer.

"Bruce, what's wrong?"

I didn't waste time,"Barbra was kidnapped by Joker. I want Dick, Jason, Damien and you on it immediately. I'm on my way." I hanged up and quickly got dressed.

I arrived at the Batcave in no time.

Barbra P.O.V.

My eyes felt like lead but I opened them nonetheless. My sight was blurry, a mixture of green, purple, red and blue. I groaned when I started to feel the pain at the back of my head. I made to rub the sore part, but my arms felt weak.

They must've injected something in me to make my muscles number. My arms were tied, as well was my legs, to a chair. If I only had my strength I would've been able to escape with ease.

My dizzy head lolled to the side and rested on my shoulder as I mumbled,"What do you want with me?"

"It's simple, really," said the clownish voice that belonged to Joker. "I want you to smile for the camera."

I opened my eyes wider to see Harley Quinn was holding a news camera, recoding me. Joker walked closer to me with a knife in his hand, smiling wickedly.

"And we're live in one... two," she counted down on her fingers and I realised what they were doing. They were broadcasting my capture, no doubtfuly, seeking to catch the attention of Bruce Wayne and Batman.

"Good evening, Gotham City!" Joker had stood infront of me keeping from view.

Bruce P.O.V.

"Tim, I need you to trace down any possible-"

"Good evening, Gotham City," I was cut off by the sudden appearanceof Joker on the tv screen. He looked as insane as always and the boys and I watched him in silence, hatred emitting from each of us.

"You all are probably wondering why I had interrupted your pointless routines. Well here's your answer," he stood aside and I had to clutch onto the table to support myself. "I give you the beautiful Barbra Gordon!"

Barbra was tied to a chair still wearing my white button up shirt that came down to her mid-thighs. She looked weak and could barely keep her eyes open.

Joker snickered and moved to her side. He grabbed onto her jaw aggressively and forced her to look up at the camera.

"Call for your precious Brucey, lil Gordon," said Joker load enough with his face inches away from her's. My knuckles had turned white and I had to strain myself from punching the television.

"Tim, trace it."

"Yes, Bruce," I heard Tim type feverishly on he keyboard, tracing the camera on a separate computer. I didn't take my eyes away from the green haired clown.

"I give you half an hour. If a generous ransom isn't paid by then..." the camera moved to the side," old Jimmy gets it."

I now realised it was Jim Gordon who clutched the cell bars and yelling, "Leave my daughter alone, you menace."