The Greek Bat (NonMythological Version)

Chapter 5: Kidnapped? Not Really

I don't exactly know when during the festival that I got split with Bruce and Dick, probably around the Fun House.

But the next thing I knew, a cloth was being shoved in my face and some guys were trying to capture me. I don't why they were trying to kidnap me but as soon as I had to breath and inhaled the cloth I was out in a light.

I woke up with a killer headache but refrained from moving. I shifted my hands just slightly and felt relieved when I felt my watch which connected to Beck was still on my wrist. Those said wrists were sadly tied together with rope but that wasn't that much of a problem.

"Look Uncle J! The boys awake." A voice shouted making me wince and my headache to flare as I slowly opened my eyes.

Ok...this wasn't what I expected. I blinked a few times and yup, that was definitly a dude dressed as a clown in a way.

"Do you know who I am kiddy?" The clown impersonator asked with a crowbar resting on his shoulder.

"That you must really love the circus?" I asked my head still a bit groggy and winced a bit as the man laughed.

"I like this one Pooh. He's got spirit." The Joker (Yes I know who he is) said laughing and swinging the crowbar making me uncomfortable.

Messing with my hands I silently made Beck said coordinates to the Batcomputer. "Nice place you got." I said looking around and started to twist my wrists more to loosen the rope.

"Don't try to escape kiddy. Batman can't even find this place!" Joker said gleefully and I gave him an unimpressed look.

"Don't say that too much. People say it's bad for your ego when you're proven wrong." I said with a shrug then winced when it hurt my shoulder blades, dang how tight are these?

"You're just making me want to hit you more with my beauty." Joker said as he twirled the crowbar in his right hand.

"I have a question." I said as I stared at the question.

"What would that be hmm?" Joker asked and pointed the sharp end toward my chin, unnerved I looked him in the eye with a slight confused expression.

"How does one know if they are right handed or left. Like, okay hear me out. How do they know, do they suddenly just know when they are born or is it like something you learn from your parents?" I asked and it was an honest question!

Joker blinked for a few times then got another plastic foldable chair and sat down in it, setting the crowbar propped next to him he folded his hands and leaned forward, "That is a good question. What do you think?" he asked and I could tell he was for once serious.

"Well I mean," I started my rambling, "is it one of those monkey-see, monkey-doo, sort of things. Like your parent is right handed and as a young, vulnerable child you see that and when you learn do you just follow their example. How does one simply become right handed, because I don't know about you but I'm right-handed but then again my mom is left-handed but my dad might've been right." I said and started to become very uncomfortable.

"Mr.J-" harley began as he seemed to be interested in when at I was saying.

"Not now Pumpkin-Pie, the twerp and I are having a conversation." Joker said waving Harley away

I frowned, "I don't think I'm a twerp, a twerp is a silly or annoying person. I don't think I'm silly or annoying, I think you were just trying to say that I'm small but if that was it then maybe use the term minuscule or diminutive might be a better fit." I said with a shrug

"Kid, you're rambling." Joker said but I could tell he was amused as he leaned back in the chair.

"Well I have ADHD and I might have forgotten to take my meds this morning, you know the adrenaline of excitement and such. So, being confined to a chair like this while trying not to freak out might make an ADHD, such as myself, start to ramble and hope that something would happen that would let me go home." I said without taking a breath.