Danny woke up and he found himself in a white room. He saw a small metal table next to him, it had scalpels and knives; sharp ones.
He started to get nervous, he always hated the color white. This color always reminded him of his parent's lab; creepy.
He tried to move but he couldn't, seeing that he was strapped to the cold table.
"Well hello there son," he looked towards the voice
He saw his mother and father with crazy and malicious smiles on their faces.
"...."
"You're awfully quiet tonight," said Jack, his father
"What's going on, why am I strapped... to a table," asked Danny
"Because dear you're our new test subject, and we're going to have a little fun," Maddie his mother said
"Jack... Dear can you grab me the scalpel?"
"Sure thing Mads," he said as he took one of the sharp things from the table beside him
"Wh why, I'm... I'm your son?"
"We know Danny-boy but do you think we actually cared about you. We only care about our little Jazzy-pants." Jack said as he gave the scalpel to his wife
"Ready to have some fun dear?"
"That's an affirmative Mads."
"Well Danny my dear, let's have some fun."
She lifted up Danny's shirt and sliced a y incision just above his abdomen. Danny groaned and wheezed.
"Aw... does that hurt," Maddie said with fake sympathy. "Maybe I should do it harder."
Danny didn't say anything, only whimpered.
Maddie did it again but this time it was deeper and more painful. There was blood, it was red and green.
Danny screamed trying to get free but failing. Suddenly, Jack punched him hard in the face. "Shutup scum!"
Danny bared his teeth trying to keep himself from yelling out profanities. "I hate you, fat bastard."
That earned him another punch, but this time in the gut. "Shutup you ass!"
"Make me, imbicil,"I said
Jack punched him again. This went on for quite awhile, me making a snarky comment and Jack punching me in the hardest way possible.
He then through me in cell to let me rot for the remainder of my worthless life.
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Sons of Batman
AdventureI've been alone for a few years. I ran away from my parents when I was six, I had to get away. They were abusive; they really didn't care about me, only cared about Jazz. My parents probably dont even miss me. I pickpocketed people, and stole the...
