Let The Games Begin [Boker fanfiction]

Chapter 9. Demons

Just before I make it up the stairs, the door bell rings. I frown. Then hear squealing. Shit. Harley. I rush down the stairs and hiss at bats and Terry to get out. "Harley's harmless. But a blabbermouth. Her best friend's poison Ivy..." Terry slinks out the back door. "And Selina Kyle" I laugh at Bruce. He also stalks out into the darkness. His ex.

I walk to the door to be wrapped in a tangly perfume scented hug. "Robin" she squeals. Then her knees go weak and she falls into me "puddin' I'm home" she coos, wrapping her arms around dads neck. "Mistah J, baby I've missed you" she gushes. dad screws his face up into a scowl behind her back. A true look of despise and hatred in his eyes. She cartwheels into the sitting room, knocking the pack of cards all over the floor. Dad winces. "73 card pick up!" She exclaims. "You taught me this game. Remember puddin'?" He flinches. I put my hand on his arm to stop him from lashing out. Although she has a kind heart, I tell dad what he wants to hear. "She's not worth it" I whisper. He closes his eyes. "Oh Robin sweetie. Why don't you go find your boyfriend? Me and mistah J have special adult things to do" I try so hard not to laugh. But fail badly. "Sure" I just about manage, through sniggers. I walk outside and call Bruce but there's no answer. Nor from Terry. I need to tell them about Harley and that dads gonna kill her. I see a figure on the rooftops and recognise it as Cal. "Wanna take on Batsy?" I smile. He hops down, and we slam some rich kid into a wall. She screeches so loud, if she was in any real danger, she'd totally be heard. I pull out a pen knife, knowing bats will dispose of it, and not wanting to give up my favourite knife. I swing it in her vague direction and she screams again. Right on cue, the duo arrive. I chuck the knife at bats, and it sticks in the shoulder pad of his armour. The victim flees. "Don't you ever pick up the phone?" I ask bluntly. "Depends if it's important" bats replies in a low growl. "Yeah, well 'Mistah J' is gonna stab his puddin' in the face if you don't hurry up. She started kissing him!" I say anxiously. Bats eyes widen.

Bats smashes open the door, to find the downstairs empty. Oh dear lord. They're upstairs. "Harley darling. I really don't wanna do this. I did love you once.." "You still love me" she screams. "Don't make me pull the trigger sweetie. I'm trying to change, it's for a good reason." "A WOMAN" she screeches. Ouch. Ears. "Why did you throw the gun out of the window?!" Joker demands. "GET OFF ME!" He yells. "I'm tying you to the bed for your own good mistah J!" She says sweetly. Wow. Psycho-bitch ex. "Do you love her?!" Harley demands. "The whore you're sleeping with?!" "It's not a woman..." He protests. "YOU'RE LYING! NOW DO YOU LOVE THEM?! MORE THAN ME?!" "More than the world." Dad chuckles. Bats shoves the door open. And grabs Harley from behind. She screeches in protest. Robin grabs her and cuffs her, whilst bats unties dad from the bed. There's a meat cleaver on the bedside cabinet. Holy shiz. This could have gone badly. The police are outside. Apparently a henchman called them. They take Harley back to Arkham. "I love you mom" I yell. She's grinning madly as they take her away. I want to give her some hope, now that her puddin's not an option. Dad and bats are kissing passionately. "Yeesh. Get a room" Terry, still in his Robin outfit, smirks. "I've got one. And this is it. So get out" dad replies with a smug grin, pushing the door shut.

[I THINK BOKER FLUFF IS ALLOWED DUE TO THIS BEING A BOKER FANFIC]

Terry and I go downstairs. Then outside, to escape the disturbing noises above. He kisses me softly. "I love you" he says quietly. Before I can decide if I'm ready to say anything back, or if I really mean it, the words slip out "I love you too Terry" in also at a whisper.

[*OK ENOUGH FLUFF THIS IS A HARSH STORYLINE SO GET READY MOFOS*]

I kiss Terry goodnight, dropping him home. Then slip down some alleyways. "You want something nice sweetie?" A crack head with a bright red nose asks me, clearly high. "Yeah. But I'm looking in the wrong place" I mutter, continuing to walk. I walk a bit faster, suddenly a little scared. I'm not sure why, but I am terrified. An hour later, and I'm completely lost. I've never been lost before. Even from the rooftops I couldn't find my way home. I'd left my mobile at home. Terry probably thought I was at home, and Dad probably thought I was with Terry. I was alone. Then I get jumped. "Aren't you pretty" a familiar voice coos. Penguin. I shiver. "What do you want?!" I huff. He grabs me. "Just some fun. Ya know your dark knight and your prince won't be around forever." He promises, in his cockney accent. He laughs, a harsh sound. He throws ne against the wall and I slide to the ground. Then he leans over me, breathing his vile breath down my neck. He leans down closer his hands pinning me to the ground. I kick him where it hurts but he just growls. Then leans down closer. Then I realise what he's doing. He kisses me, holding my face with his hands. He starts to pull off my shirt. I scream, as loud as my lungs can go. Then there's a thump and everything goes black. I wake up, my body aching. Everything hurts. I sit in the snow and cry. "She's awake. I guess she's all yours now" my tormentor smiles, then spits on my face. Zsaz. He comes closer to me. I scream, and scream, but there's no one around. I let out one more earsplitting cry for help. Then give up. He has a knife in his hand. He slits his victims throats, then adds a tally to his body. Dad told me about him. He met him in Arkham. I close my eyes. So much pain. I hear a snap and it's "my prince, and the dark knight". Batman has zsasz, punching him repeatedly. Robin looks at my ripped clothes and realises. he breaks down into sobs. "No. No! NO!" He cries anguished. "It's ok" I manage to say with a tiny smile. "Who did this to you?!" Robin screams. I just close my eyes. "Robin" bats Says calmly. "I need you to tell me who did this to you" his voice gentle. "I want dad" I sob, crying into him. Terry calls my dad and tells him to meet us at the hospital. I grab my hands around bats' neck. He places me into the batmobile. The tyres screech and we're there in a matter of minutes. They put me in a bed, and tell me to wait half an hour for the nurse. I close my eyes. Then I snap them back open. My fathers here. He hugs me, gripping me so tight it hurts, but I don't care. He looks me straight in the eyes. "Robin who did this?" He chokes, voice breaking. I lean onto his shoulder and silently whisper in his ear. He punches the wall, before breaking down in tears. It was so painful to watch him break like that. Bats holds him close, and Terry squeezes my hand. I pull him in for a tighter hug, just as the nurse came in. she looked scared as fuck. I almost laughed. But it hurt too much."fancy dress party" Terry lies fluently to the nurse. The colour seems to return to her face. Everyone has to leave and I have to do tests that bring so much pain. Not physically but emotionally. It brings it all back. When the tests are over, I'm allowed to go home. The party had been held at the warehouse, so he knew where I lived. So we spend the night at Wayne manor. My father, being the insomniac he is, doesn't sleep. He hasn't for three days now. I'm not worried, he's gone up to a month without sleep. Then he collapsed from exhaustion and had to go to hospital. I shiver. Bruce tells me to choose a room. I pick a medium sized one. It seems comfortable and homely. Two walls are painted red, one green, and one yellow. Bruce opens the door. He's smiling. I raise an eyebrow. "This is Terry's room, when he stays with me" he explains. I smile. I'm really tired, so I get into the bed.

I wake up with a start. Dad is sitting by my bed, scribbling on something. "I-I had a nightmare" I shiver. He looks up, dropping his paper and wraps me in a hug. I look at a clock on the wall. It's 5:03. I decide to stay up. I get out of bed and peep at what dad was previously scribbling. It's a sketch of Bruce. It's really good. There's another of him in his batman attire. "Wow" I mumble. He's not listening though. I get back into bed and try to sleep.

We have to go back to the hospital today. For results. I swear the more you try and forget something, the more it springs to mind.

I sit on a different bed, whilst dad goes behind a curtain for results. He comes back. His facial expression showing anger. Bruce still doesn't know who it was. Nor does Terry. I have the results of the DNA match under my pillow. I slip it out, and silently hand it to Bruce. I nod at Terry. They look at the result, and fury slashes across their faces, boiling rage. "I'll kill him" Terry screams. "No" Dad and I say in unison. Then I frown. What is happening to the balance of crime? Good and bad? I'll tell you. Chaos.

*time jump +1 month* [BIG STORYLINE COMING UP]

Penguins in jail, and pretty much everything's back to normal. It's my birthday today. I'm 17. Dad gives me a gun (away from Bruce-if he knew I had a gun he'd freak), and another knife, this one with a green handle. Bruce gives me a tazer, for self defence, and the fact that it's less violent, and Terry a charm bracelet, with a robin charm. We're still together, so are dad and Bruce, but my fathers been acting strange. Well more strange than usual anyways. He goes out late at night, but when I follow him, he always catches me. I've been careful, and still he finds me. Then his henchmen beat the crap out of me. Bruce has followed him as well, but dad catches him as well, telling him he has to do this alone. I wish I knew what 'this' was. Dads also been killing a lot more people. It's pissing Bruce off a lot. Like he's freaking out. They're arguing about it now, next door. Then my dad says "how about we take this outside?" To which Bruce replies "I don't like violence" oh sure, not like it's his job or anything. "You don't like violence?" Dad laughs. "How about death?" He cackles again. "You wouldn't" Bruce seethes. "Try me" dad laughs. Then he dances out the door, Bruce close behind. Hmm. I follow them. Dad walks backwards, keeping an eye on Bruce and taunting him. Bruce clenches his fists in response. Then he growls and tries to pounce on dad. "No ya don't" dad smirks, stepping out of the way. Bruce ends up hitting the floor. Ouch. He quickly stands up, looking pretty annoyed. I call Terry. "You've GOT to see this. It's awesome!" I exclaim. He quickly catches up in time to see them take it up to the rooftops. Bruce punches dad clean in the face. Terry gasps and I snigger. Dad falls about laughing. Bruce is practically hissing. He lashes out again, kicking dad to the ground. Dad kicks him in the shin and he staggers, before going to stamp on my fathers face. "What the hell?" I yell, stopping him. He looks uncomfortable. Dad stands to his feet, still giggling. Dad attempts to jump on Bruce and Bruce catches him, throwing him to the edge of the roof. Dad pretends to slip and teeter off the edge. "What happened to you?" Bruce asks dad. "Well I just almost fell off the building" dad mocks. Bruce growls again. I roll my eyes. "I mean your personality transplant" Bruce hisses. "Oh. Well I wanted to try normal, so I took my medication, but happy families isn't really my thing. I prefer chaos, anarchy." He laughs "Everything's more fun this way" dad continues, chuckling. "It was all a lie?" Bruce whispers, face pale. "Not all of it sweetie" Dad whispers in his ear with a smirk, before jumping off the building and cartwheeling away. Bruce curses, but when I catch his face, it's wet with tears. He climbs down sadly, heading towards Wayne manor. Terry goes to follow, but predictably, Bruce pushes him away. Terry still follows, and I hear Bruce and raging in the distance. I walk home in the rain. "Happy birthday" I mutter [HAHAHAHA CLICHE] ......................

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