To be From The Dark

#3

Nightwing wakes up. In a unfamiliar room. He can feel a wet substance underneath him, as pain slowly comes to his senses. In the silent, his ears rang. He was blindfolded- limiting his vision to only small cracks. His wrists were cuffed, and tied to what he assumed was a steel bar. Nightwing pulled at the bar, already agitated. But he quickly got annoyed at the feeling of the hairs on his neck standing up as the cell door eerily swung open.

He took a sharp intake of air as the blindfold was ripped off- revealing a white skinned man- with a maniac grin. Green h- Joker. it dwelled on him, and fear rose in his chest, doing his best to shove it back down. Joker's face was above his- and Nightwing quickly realized he couldn't do anything. His ankles were uncomfortably bound- preventing him from moving to an extent.

"Joker," Nightwing hissed, domino mask narrowing with his eyes, "Nightwing~" the maniac amusedly retorts, "Or should I say, Richard.. Maybe I can make the birdie squawk one last time like I did his brother," joker broke into a fit of laughter as Nightwing suddenly pulled at the restraints, wanting to strangle him for having Jason on his sick mind.

Joker, once he was once with his laughing fit pulled a syringe out, and knelt down, a hand to Nightwing's neck, holding him down as he stuck it in the other's neck. It burnt. It burnt being stuck in, injected, and pulled out. Nightwing bit back a scream- the only sound escaping his vocal cords being a choked whimper.

Joker simply laughed in his face- standing up to go retrieve a few things- which Nightwing quickly discovered to be- a crowbar, and a knife. Nightwing couldn't close his eyes- or even fight against it, as Joker started to carve thing into his skin, making short work of the suit that covered it. Nightwing never thought his suit was that weak to blades- "N-no-- quit--" Dick choked out, gritting his teeth in pain.

"Ugh-!" the noise escaped his throat when the knife was driven into his now injured thigh. It was pretty obvious by now that he wasn't going to be moving anywhere on his own for a while- until- CRACK! Joker had brought the crowbar down on dick's lower leg- breaking it. And, a scream bubbled out of dick's throat, and black spots formed in his vision. The last thing he saw- was joker drop dead with a blood splatter, and a familiar red helmet in his face, saying something non-coherent to the vigilante.

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