Georgianna (one day after escape)
Papa told me Mother was a kind woman who died before her time. My brothers never seemed to talk about her or who she was. I would sometimes ask, but Jay would always have to remind me that the only thing all of us shared was Papa.
My biggest brother, Dick, liked to play pretend with me. He could always bully Damien, Tim, and Jason to play too. We would play house and I would be the ''mama" and Dick or Jay would be the "papa". Tim and Damien could play the little kids. I liked playing that game because I could boss my big brothers around.
When the man with the weird smile came for me and my brothers, I wasn't allowed to see them anymore. No "papa" and "mama" and no real Papa or Alfred or big brothers to pretend to be them and make me laugh.
When the man with the weird smile came for us and took us from home I was put separate from my brothers in a bedroom that was shear pink. I do not like the color pink. And I do not like being away from my big brothers. They always know how to make me smile and the man with the weird smile scares me. They never scared me. Papa would hit them if they did.
Forever and day after we left home, I woke up and the door to my room was open. The man with the weird smile stood there with that weird smile on me. He held out his hand for me and I took it. He guided me down a few twisty hallways into another bedroom a bit less colorful than mine. Within a sea of red blankets was Jay. I shook the man's grip off my hand and climb into the bed with him.
"Jason!!" I squealed, squeezing his torso.
"Careful now, Harley," the man with the weird smile warned. "Jason's been through a lot he needs to rest. Don't wake him."
"Ok," I whispered. "Could I see Tim?"
"No."
"But I got to see Jason, why can't I see Tim? I'd really like to see Tim," I said softly. I kept my voice steady because when it went up he told me I whined and hit me.
"Tim and the rest of your brothers left. They've gone with Batman far away from here. They left you and Jason behind," the man with the weird smile replied and hissed.
"But ... they're family. Nobody leaves behind family. What about my papa? Has he come for me yet?!" I asked, sniffling. The man with the weird smile pet my hair.
"No worries. You and Jason are family now. I can be your new papa. What'd ya say?! Harley and Joker and ..." he took a moment to look down on Jason. Then his back straightened and he held up a finger. He wrapped the red sheets around my brother's head, that little white tuft of hair peaking out. "... the Red Hood."
I giggled and nodded.
"Pinky promise?" he asked.
"Pinky promise," I laughed and our pinkies intertwined.
Jason (some weeks after escape)
It was dark and I was warm and the bullet wound in my stomach hurt like a bitch. A shudder harangued my body to stay put, not to move and pretend to still be asleep. I sat up anyways and a deep, shallow chuckle filled the room. My heartbeat raced.
"G'morning, big brother," his sinister voice cackled. Like nails on a chalkboard and cats fucking all at once it brought goosebumps to my arms and legs.
"What have you done with my family!? Where is Georgianna? Where are my brothers?!?" I roared, shooting out of bed to blindly swing for him. He easily dodged my attacks.
"Georgianna? Hmmm. Well she's fast asleep in her princess bed but she should be awake any second now. Her naps are getting shorter these days. Oh how children grow up," he cooed. He sounded like Alfred for a moment.
"Is she ... safe?" I asked.
"100 percent. And she will continue to stay safe if you agree to help me with a project I've been working on." He's threatening me. My stomach knotted. I do not like being threatened.
"What is it?" I questioned.
"Doesn't concern you, Robin. But I do need you to pinky promise you'll do as I tell you without question."
"Why the hell would I do that?!"
Suddenly his hands were around my throat, squeezing the air out of me.
"Because if you don't comply to what I order, your sister will be the one to accept your punishment."
His hot, bubble gum breath was revolting and the smell followed me even as he let me go. As he held up his shadowy pinky in the darkness and forced me to comply with his games. As I linked our fingers together and felt sick. As he left and locked the door behind him.
"Sorry Dad," I whispered, hoarsely into the darkness. "Sorry Georgie."
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