Nightwing One Shots

bowl of crusty poop flakes.

"Well, would you look at that! More guinea pigs for Uncle J to play with!"

Dick cracked open his eyelids at the sound of the Joker's voice. He'd almost forgotten that the crazy clown was there. For four hours straight, he'd been laughing maniacally and spewing jokes at Dick (some of which Dick found to be quite funny, but it felt wrong to laugh.) The Joker had eventually grown bored of trying (and failing) to mess with his prisoner, and had somehow managed to clamp his mouth shut...

Until now.

The 'guinea pigs' in question were two of Dick's younger brothers, Jason and Damian. Dick did his best to suppress the relief at the sight of his brothers standing before him, unharmed. The Joker's laughter was like an annoying earworm and the bonds around Dick's wrists and ankles were definitely cutting off his blood flow.

In short, Dick was looking forward to being rescued.

"Let Nightwing go or I'll scorch your ass with the flames of Hell, which is where you belong, you fucking Pennywise knock-off," Jason said, tone laced with fury.

Damian unsheathed his katana. "Indeed. What he said."

The Joker's cackles bounced off the walls of the dimly lit warehouse. "Aw, you birdies are so adorable. Stawp, you're making your Uncle J cry! Alright then, BatBrats™. You can have your precious little bluebird."

Jason and Damian gawped at him.

"Really?" said Jason in amazement. "So what was the point in kidnapping him if you're just gonna let him go?"

The Joker giggled. "Why, to lure you all in, of course." He pouted. "Although, I have to say, I'm disappointed Batsy and the dead-looking one aren't here to grace us with their presence. How rude of them both. I'm thoroughly offended. Oh well. I suppose three of you will have to do."

Dick grunted as the Joker untied his bonds and he slid to the ground. He hadn't been fed in two days, he'd taken a few blows from the crowbar, and he was pretty sure he had a mild concussion.

He grimaced when he felt the Joker's cold hands lift him to his feet and he hated how the Joker had position him so he was forced to lean against the psychopathic clown.

"Don't worry, little birdie," the Joker crooned. "You'll always have your Uncle J's shoulder to lean on."

"Get your hands off him, you shit-eating swamp monster!" Jason yelled and made a move to strangle the Joker. But he paused when he saw the glinting syringe pressed against Dick's neck.

"Now you're probably wondering why I've gathered you all here today," the Joker said, mouth stretching into an impossibly large smile. "I've been working on a little something new to gift the lovely people of Gotham. Trouble is, I need some people to test it out." His smile faded and tears welled in his eyes. "Harley won't answer my calls and Batsy is also giving me the silent treatment. You guys are all I've got." He sniffed and then his face contorted with demonic laughter. He plunged the needle into Dick's neck.

Instinctively, Jason roared, fired a bullet, and launched his gun at the Joker's head. Both he and Dick crumpled to the ground.

Damian and Jason rushed to their elder brother's side.

"Do you want me to finish him off, Todd?" Damian asked, pointing his katana at the Joker, who giggled softly in his slumber.

Jason glared at his younger brother. "Let the cops deal with him. I'd rather not face Bruce's wrath when he returns from that business with the Justice League. We need to get Dick out of here. Phone Alfred and tell him to prep a bed."

As Jason slung the unconscious body of their eldest brother over his shoulder, Damian hesitated before asking, "Is he..."

"Alive, yes," Jason replied gruffly as they made their way over to their bikes. "But whatever the Joker injected him with can't be good."