Weakness

4) Great Balls of Fire

- RATED M FOR GORE AND LANGUAGE -

I'll find you, I promise. I'm so sorry.

This was it. His time. He avoided going first, letting his brothers take it because if they managed to escape, he wanted to be able to help. But after today, he wouldn't be able to.

He studied his brother's injuries and tried to find a pattern. He knew his cell would be heated up. He figured that out as soon as Grayson's cell temperature dropped on day 1.

Okay, so Grayson was badly bruised in several places, the worst being his throat by far. It had the most affect and was hit hardest there. He had a large JOKER WUZ HERE on his stomach and a few more cuts on his arms and legs. His wrists were raw and he couldn't speak. He seemed to have bled the most and longest out of the three of them, because of his blood...'condition'.

Todd was still slightly wet from his ordeal two days prior. He had a J + HQ on his arm and a J on his chest. He had had a panic attack but seemed to have no trouble breathing and didn't seem affected by the words anymore. His wrists and ankles were raw and slightly bleeding.

Drake still seemed slightly spooked from the day before, flitting his eyes around constantly and never sitting still. This made his wrists and ankles bleed. He had two stab wounds - in the arm and shoulder - and bruising on his leg and stomach.

There didn't seem to be a pattern. He was so screwed. He wasn't sure if he would get it the worst or if he would get it least and that scared him. Ha, he thought to himself. Demon spawn, scared.

Joker didn't bother asking who was next. He just started playing a song - 'Great Balls of Fire' by Jerry Lee Lewis. Damian groaned. Of fricken course. Country music. Ugh.

53. His screen seemed to glitch slightly as his cell started to heat. It jumped from 57 to 68 and back to 59. Joker just ended up turning the damn thing off as it skipped straight to 149 and back down to 37.

He started to sweat and pant slightly. He hated the damn heat.

He better get another bottle of water after this or he will personally murder the f*****g dumbass that thought it would be a good idea to dehydrate the hell out of one of his hostages, then 'forget' to give him more damn water.

His vision began to fuzz and he could swear he saw Alfred.

"Master Damian, please refrain from stabbing Master Tim."

"Master Jason, please do not shoot Master Dick."

He wondered how Gotham and Blüdhaven were doing without Robin, Red Hood, Red Robin and Nightwing.

I'll find you, I promise. I'm so sorry.

Bruce was looking for them. That was good news, right?

He felt lightheaded and the song in the background faded into one meaningless noise, and he blinked to restore his vision, but didn't reopen his eyes.

--- Fifty-Two Minutes later ---

Damian awoke with a groan. Why was the room so damn bright, with his eyes closed, and there only being one light would never get past Damian. His ears were ringing.

Screw this, I'm opening my eyes.

Damian cracked his eyes opened with that thought in mind, and immediately regretted it. He couldn't back down now. A headache was forming in the back of his head. As he groaned, wincing slightly, Harley made her first appearance as she undid his wrist and shoved a Panadol and a bottle of water into his hand, and stomped out without saying a word. His screen was up and running and he saw his brothers looking expectantly at him.