Renagade or Robin?

"clownhill"

Lol get it. Because...everything is going downhi-

Okay I'll go away and hide now.

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Richard woke after passing out. He groggily looked around, and his eyes met a very wide Yellow toothed smile. He yelled and scurried from it, then discovering he had nothing injured. He looked down at himself and saw he was healed, and an injection Mark on his wrist.

"Finally little b-Ahem! I mean Dickie is awake!" The Joker giggled. "Sladey Pie is away at the moment tending to things. So we have some quality time!" The Joker smirked at him.

Richard growled and ran at him, and punched him in the jaw.

"That is for hitting me!" Richard snarled.

"Heheheeeeee! That was a good hit lad. Fair is fair." The Joker chimed.

"..." Dick looked around, him gazing at his surroundings.

He was back at the place he spent wight of his months, learning to be an assassin. He gave off a shudder and looked down.

"As long as he breathes." Dick mumbled.

"What was that sunny boy?" Joker asked.

"Shut the hell up!" Dick snarled.

He walked out of the room he was in and down the halls, his posture almost instantly becoming perfect. Tailing behind him was Joker, him watching him cautiously. He then got a beat idea and smirked.

"You know Robin, or renegade, whatever you go by now, I've held my end if the bargain I had with Slade. And he held up his, injuring Brucie perminantly. I have no need to keep our deal." Joker smirked and held a cloth out.

He pulled Richard into a headlock and pressed the cloth against his face, him having a knock out drug drenching it.

Richard struggled and growled angrily at the sweet smell. He tossed him over his shoulder and into the ground. Instinctively he reached for a pistol, but didn't seem to be carrying one, nor did he have a weapon. So as Joker was standing, he tackled him, and latched his hands and fingers, around the clown's neck, holding as hard as he could, choking him.

"Nn!" Joker winced and grabbed the boy's arm, snickering in excitement.

He reached into his pocket and grabbed a knife and plunged it into Richard's side.

"Hn!" Richard winced and his grip loosened.

This was enough for the full grown man to fling the teen over to the side, and stand. Richard stood and held his fists up, taking a stance, a very offensive and defensive stance. He spat blood and hissed. Seems his pain tolerance was getting higher. Have to thank Slade for that one. Joker took a comfortable stance and giggled crazily and eyed him. Richard looked around And growled. He then looked to the knife the clown held, and knew he had tons more hiding somewhere on his body. Drugged and stabbed, this situation was a beautiful one.

The moment Joker ran at him, Richard charged, growling as he grabbed the hand with the knife and he bent it down, his elbow flying towards Joker's face. But alas, Joker did know how to fight when it was necessary. He caught Richard's elbow and smirked wickedly as he dropped the knife, backing up as he then kicked it into Richard's gut.

"FUCK!" Richard gasped and stumbled backwards.

"Let's see!!" Joker looked around and found an oxygen tank laying around. Behind it was a crowbar, so he picked up both of these 'toys'. "Ooo! Goodie!" He snickered.