Weakness

7) High Hopes

Hope ya'll still enjoying me torture everyone!!! *hides as a stampede of people come with pitchforks*
Here's the awaited extra chapter due =^V^= plesdontkillme

Jason felt something... cold pushed against his back. It made him lean forward in his chains and put extra weight on his painful shoulders and made the whip wounds sting. His shoulders had dislocated sometime during the night and they were screaming with the added weight. Even the torturing before his death hadn't been so bad.

As he cracked open his eye, he saw the others had the same. They each had two buttons dangling on each and were pretty stable. If he had the strength to lean back, the metal plate would hold. He smirked.

Joker had revealed way too much information last night. His brothers had actually been awake, like he was, but were hiding it. Except maybe Tim. Or Dick. Maybe.

So, that narrowed it down heaps.

1) There had been a blackout there the other day for an hour. Storm affected area.
2) Had been blown up five years ago.
3) Joker had said that in the way that he knew that Bruce (and maybe Jason himself) knew personally what that building was, or where it was. Maybe something significant happened there.
4) Was now rebuilt. Buildings normally don't get rebuilt after getting blown up. Especially in Gotham.
5) The hint given three days ago: in your sight but out of your way.

Tim thought that it meant out of Gotham, maybe in a neighbouring city, but maybe not. Maybe on the outskirts of Gotham?

Joker seemed to have forgotten that not everyone knew that Batman was Bruce Wayne so he could get to building plans and financials and all that jazz without people getting suspicious at Batman.

The other three were currently out like a light and weren't moving. Dick hadn't even had any nightmares/terrors (he was the one that did that) because their version of sleep was unconsciousness.

Joker pranced in, splashing the others with a powerful jet of salt water. He aimed for their biggest wounds. He splashed Jason for good measure as well. He hissed. Joker walked out, saying "I just have to fetch some little things for you! Stay there!"

Richard cracked open an eye, and immediately squeezed it shut at the cold of the metal.

Okay, that's really cold, I can feel the buttons, what do they do.

Richard instantly found the worst case scenario.

Little tiny knives that cut apart our backs and maybe fire or electricity? Joker gas or fear gas injected straight into our bloodstreams maybe.

Joker had walked in again and was smirking. He held four lemon slices in one hand and four sugar cubes in the other. He inspected all of them closely.

"Tt, you've got a nasty cut there, little Robin."

"That stab looked like it hurt."

"Is that broken or just dislocated?" "Dislocated, bitch, don't you know the f****** difference?" "Pity. I wanted it to be broken."

"Yeowch, is that infected?" With that, his brothers stared at him. He shrugged as best as he could with his dislocated shoulders. "Oh, so it is? Is that one too? Would it hurt if I.....touch it?" Dick gave the villain the Are You Serious™ look.

Joker poked it with his sugar coated fingers, and Richard grunted. Joker clapped and jumped up and down with glee.

"You sang! It's such a beautiful song!" He announced, voice as high pitched as a fangirling five - year - old. "Could you song again? Would you sing louder if I touch it with a knife?" Richard once again gave him the Are You Seriously Kidding Me, You F****** Dumbass™ look.

"You son of a bitch! Leave him alone! Stop!" Damian shouted, voice hoarse. Joker pretended to this about it, before walking over to the younger Robin and pushing one of the buttons after pushing him so he was leaning back.

Little needles poked through holes in the metal and into the bird's back. He cried out in pain.

Joker smirked and clapped his hands together. He jumped up and down and did a small happy dance before doing the same to the others. All gritted their teeth against the pain as they tried to move their backs off the metal.

Joker laughed and pressed the other button on all of them, causing electric currents to sweep through the metal and through the batbrothers' skin.

Joker placed a hand on his chin and stroked an invisible beard. He should totally live stream the entire thing to the Bat. No cutting between past and present, keep him in the now. After showing him yesterday's video, of course.

Joker contemplated something. He whipped towards Richard, putting a knife near his throat, and because he was thrashing slightly due to the electricity, the knife grazed his skin and removed a few layers of skin.

"Bruce Wayne. Would he be at work at the moment?" He snapped.

Jason glanced at the knife between his waves of pain.

"No. Because we're missing and Bruce is paran-"

"One word answer. Don't speak." Joker snarled.

Somewhere in the back of Tim's mind, something clicked.

Joker's more... enraged and just overly angry. Maybe he has medication that he has to take that he's missed. I'd say Harley would be the one reminding him to take it.

"Harley!" Tim called out through gritted teeth.

Joker growled. Harley came in, saw the state her boyfriend was in, bolted out, then came back with a cup filled with red liquid and two red tablets. Both the colour of dried blood.

Joker slapped them out of her hand.

"Want to join the little brats or do you want to keep out of my way?" He hissed. Blood dribbled from his mouth.

Harley chose to keep out of his way. She exited the room quickly. Joker whipped towards Tim.

"You'll pay for that." He growled, before leaning into a coughing fit, spitting out to excess blood from his mouth (Dick saw him practically destroy his tongue earlier with his teeth) and stalked out after hitting each boy with the crowbar a few times.

Tim looked out the others as his electricity switched off.

"Well, f***."

I return from the grave to present to you this sh - crappy chapter and I'm probably going to return this to on hold lmao.

I hope you enjoy so far and thank you for every comment, vote and read y'all have given me! Really appreciate!

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... for now...