Jason - 22
Damian - 13
Christine - 13
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Christine's POV
I woke up light-headed; my vision was blurry, and the feeling that I could throw up. I tried to speak, but all I could get out was a raspy cough.
A sickening familiar voice spoke from the shadows. "Don't try to talk, deary. It'll only make things worse." Joker.
I tried to move, but my wrists, ankles, and waist were strapped to a chair. Though it hurt like hell, I spoke, " Joker. What're you gonna do, huh? Pull off a Jason Todd torture," I chuckled.
I noticed a crowbar in his hand. "I found it the most effective way to torture. Not to mention the thousands of containers filled with poisonous gas," he laughed.
Standing my ground (well, sitting), I gulped. 'Damian, get your ass here soon.'
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Jason's POV
"Hurry up and get changed! I have a plan to get Christine back," Damian yelled at me as he ran off.
I hate to admit it, but I listened to demom spawn. I was never really fond of Christine, but I know she's like a sister to Damian, so I had to help.
Changing into my Red Hood gear, I met Damian in the Batcave. He stood next to the Batmobile. "Ok, demon brat. What's the plan?"
"I did this before, and it was very effective," Damian tsked. "We tell Joker that the money is in a secret building. He follows us to that place, and suprise him with explosives set in every imaginable place. The 'suitcase with the money,' will be the detonator. The place will blow, while we scram with Christine."
I stared at Damian. "So, basically we're gonna kill off Joker?"
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Damian's POV
I shrugged. "The explosives aren't THAT bad."
Todd just sighed and shook his head. "Ok, get in the car, and we'll see if you're crazy plan actually works."
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Christine's POV
My ears were ringing. Joker had hit me with his crowbar about 50 times; I lost count after 20.
I could feel blood dripping from a gash on my forehead, and my left eye was swollen shut. I coughed, my lungs gasping for fresh air; he had released poisonous gas not to long ago, and it was starting to make me black out.
"Ah, don't pass out now! We're having so much fun!"
Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.
I held in tears. "Let's try something new," he cackled. Reaching for my leg, he grasped it. "Please, stop," I whimpered.
CRACK
I screamed as he broke my leg, leaving it limp. I trembled, wishing for it to be over.
"That's enough for now. Next, I'll break your rib, but we'll leave that until 30 minutes."
I watched him walk away, and immediently blacked out.
'Damian, please hurry. I don't know how much more I can take.'
