Tourtured- nightwings sister

memories

Hey guys sorry this is a long chapter I was trying to put more feeling into the Story if you would like another story about areas relationship with jason please comment below thx
The crowbar swung again hitting Jason. "STOP" I yelled yanking at the pole I was handcuffed to. Tears started going down my face. Blood stained the concrete floor. I felt like all hope was lost my heart shattering into a million pieces. Jason looked at me and tries to say something. Nothing came out but a low murmur. "What was that Lamb chop" joker leaned close to his face. He picked up his head "I think you might have a collapsed lung". Jason spit blood in his face. Joker slammed his for head against the ground "now that was rude at least the first boy blunder had some manners". He took out a white hankercheif and wiped of the blood on his face. "I suppose I'll have to teach you a lesson so you can better follow in his foot steps..... Nah I'll just keep beating you with this crowbar". joker lifted the crow bar and swung it down again. I screamed for him begged for him to stop to take me instead. Jason looked at me defenseless but with a look in his eyes that said he wouldnt let joker touch me. I tried to remember happier times. When me and jason went to Starbucks every morning before school. Or our first kiss under a overgrown tree with cool midnight air surrounding us. But non of it matterd now. Jason's painful grunts every time the crow bar hit him. Joker laughing. Would forever scar my memory. After what seemed like days but we're only hours of torturing joker walked over to me. "Don't touch her" jason yelled at the best capability. He tied a rope around my kneck and the pole. He walked in front of me and dropped Mini bolt cutters. " good luck reaching them" he laughed and walked over to the door. " OK be good children finish your homework.. Oh and tell the big man I said... Hello" he slammed the door and jason tried to get up,he fell but managed to scoot over to me. " Jason leave me you can still get out". He ignored me and kicked the bolt cutters behind me where I could reach them. I cut my handcuffed and the rope. I cut Jason's and threw his arm over my shoulder. We walked to the door and tried opening it but it was locked. Jason let go of my hand supporting him and fell to the floor. It wasn't until then that we saw the bomb. Then it was to late.