"Sometimes I Wonder" (A Lego Batjokes Fanfiction)

Chapter 30: Boiling Hot Water

The air smelled like tar and the scenery was all but total darkness. A yellow, dim light was shun in the corner of the room, signifying that a familiar green haired clown was not alone. He was tied down to an armchair, his mouth covered by a dirty cloth. His arms and legs were tied up with an old rope. It binded against the poor pale man as it left marks on his soft skin.

After, what seemed to be a total twenty-four hours, Joker awoke, jerking upwards and panicking at the sudden, unexpected darkness. He coughed at the tar smell, panicking in his breath. He tried to move, but could not. It only made the ropes tighter on his skin. He gave terrified muffles, tears burning in the corners of his eyes. He wanted to be with his handsome lover. He had a bad feeling who might have done this to him. And, he did not like it.

"Shut your trap," hissed a familiar voice, coming from behind the trapped male. He grinned and grabbed the clown by the neck, choking him slightly. Joker panicked and shrieked in terror. The cloth that tied around his head was removed, making the clown cough more. He saw his captor, his eyes growing wide. Scarecrow grinned wickedly at the poor clown, grabbing him by his cheeks and laughing.

"I told you I would be back, didn't I?" He asked, a sly grin on his face. The look upon the doll-like man's face made Joker tremble. He knew that the Scarecrow would be back for him. He was not that surprised. But, what did surprise the clown was who he was with. In the corner of the room, a familiar sollute could be seen. His blue tights glistened against the yellow, dim light. He floated towards the two, the, so called, superhero's face was grim and shameful. Superman went down to the Scarecrow, whispering something as he starred at Joker. He seemed to have the face of regret.

"Why do these kinds of things always happen to me?" He whispered to himself.

The doll-like man shook his head, laughing hard at what the superhero had said. He then grabbed Joker by the neck, grabbing a capped syringe that was in his back pocket. A green liquid was inside the tube, a sickening look was on his face as he examined it. Scarecrow grinned and grabbed Joker by the neck, choking him again. He, eventually, stopped, laughing more at the trembling clown. He then turned to Superman, a more twisted look was planted on his face. One eye was narrowed downwards, while the other, was not. The tight wearing hero's face had worry on it as he watched the Scarecrow circle the poor clown. This, of course, was his own idea. Though, he was forced to. The Scarecrow told him that if he did not do what he wanted, the doll-like man would stab him with a kryptonite serum that he kept around. So, of course, Clark listened to the villain.

Joker teared up as he looked at the syringe, panic rushing through his blood. He was afraid of what the doll-like man might do to him. What was inside the serum, anyway?

"I bet you're wondering what this is, yeah?" Scarecrow said, receiving a nod from the scared, little clown. He grinned, "this is a liquefied version of my knock-out gas. However, I added a special ingredient just for you!"
He pulled away from the clown, chuckling lowely. "Well, I'll give your hub-bub a few more minutes. Knowing that ignorant fool, he's on my tail already! I bet he would love to see you die in person!"

Scarecrow turned around to face the tight-wearing superhero, but was surprised to see that he had gone away. He growled, placing the syringe back into his back pocket and licked his dry lips. The doll-like man sighed, walking away from the terrified clown as he went to his work station, making sure that the serum was still intact.

Superman flew as fast as he could, searching for the familiar bat-like car/plane. He needed to find the Dark Knight, despite on what he has done. He felt awful for harming the Joker, yet again. He hoped that Bruce would listen and understand his case, not jumping to conclusions.

He then saw it: the Batmoblie. It drove little over thirty miles per hour. Superman knew that the Dark Knight did this often when he was searching for something. And, he had a pretty good idea on why the caped crusader was driving oh-so fast.