Your POV
You looked up, bloodied and beaten, as the crowbar came down and wacked you in the jaw. Breathing shakily and heavily, HE loomed over you, and said, "Wow. Now that looked like it really hurt."
The Joker grinned, and brought the crowbar down again and again, every time, you grunted loudly in pain. "Whop, now hang on, that looked like it hurt a lot more! So, let's try and clear this up, okay, pumpkin? What hurts more? A--" He hit you in the stomach, "Or B--" he hit you in the crotch, "Forehand--" he swung it against your forehead, "Or backhand--" he swung it again, causing you to fall on the other side of the room. He started laughing his insane laugh. You felt powerless, helpless, but to really add insult to injury to the situation, you were being broadcasted on live TV. You looked up at him and grunted something. "Eh? Eh? Eh? A little louder, Lambchop," Joker whispered, "I think you may have a collapsed lung. That always impeads the auditory."
You spat blood on his cheek. Bad move on your part. He grabbed your head and slammed it against the floor.
"Now THAT was rude," he said, wiping it off, "The first boy blunder had some manners."
You look up at him, smirking. "I suppose I'm going to have to teach you a lesson so you can better follow in his footsteps," Joker said, "Nah, I'm just gonna keep beating you with this crowbar!"
He unleashed hell on you. Eventually, he got bored and left you in the warehouse, still on camera. "Okay, kiddo, I gotta go. It's been fun though, right?" he asked.
You grunted in response. "Well, maybe a smidge more fun for me than you," he said, opening the warehouse door, "I'm just guessing, since you're being awfully quiet. Anyway, be a good boy, finish your homework and be in bed by nine. And, hey--" he began to close the door, "Please tell the big man I said hello! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
You try to walk to the door, but your injuries are too great. You fall to the floor, and notice the bomb, set to explode in one minute. You look into the camera, and say, "If you're watching this, dad... I'm sorry I didn't listen to you... And... Weiss... You deserve better than me... I was stupid, arrogant, big-headed... I see that now... I just... Want you to know I love you... I always ha--"
You were cut off by the explosion. You blacked out.
Batman's POV
As I arrived, the building blew up. "No..." I gasped, "NO! Y/N!"
As the dust settled, I tore apart the rubble, until I found him. There he was, deprived of life, bloodied and beaten. I fought back tears as I carried him away. I carried his body to the mansion, where Dick, Jason, Tim and Damien were waiting. Damien ran out of the room, his eyes full of tears. Jason just looked at the body, and threw up out of the window. Dick and Tim, however, they silently paid their respects. The next day, Y/N's funeral was held. I went to Weiss, who was crying her eyes out. She looked at me, and hugged me tightly. "Why?" she asked, "Why did he have to die?"
"Hey, hey," I comforted her, "He's in a better place now."
After the funeral, I went out to find the Joker and make him pay for what he did to Y/N!
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Under the Red Hood: Male Son of Bruce Wayne Red Hood Reader X RWBY Weiss
FanfictionFifteen years ago, you were beaten, supposedly to death, by the Clown Prince of Crime, the Joker, and blown up. By a mere miracle, you survived, and continued to fight crime as the vigilante known as Red Hood. However, your father, Batman, looks int...
