Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Joker Strikes

I'm posting this a little early because I'm going to be busy over the weekend and will forget to post it then

There will be graphic depictions of violence so if you're not into that, you should skip this week's 

Tuesday night. Tim frowned to himself. Dick hadn't shown up. Dick's seat was left empty as he stepped out onto the stage to receive the award. He instantly felt uneasy. There would've been some sort of warning if Dick was going to be late or if he wasn't coming at all. He sneaked a look at his phone, finding that there was no warning of any kind. His unease grew. Dick never pulled this kind of stunt. Something wasn't right. Those death threats hadn't left his mind either. He'd been practically losing sleep over them. Dick would never be safe with people like that just waiting to pounce whenever they could. What if someone finally got to him and he was just bleeding out in some alleyway somewhere? God, he couldn't stand the thought of Dick being alone if and when he finally kicked the bucket. He was such a family-driven man. It would probably kill him faster. Tim shuddered at the thought.

After an agonizing hour, Tim whipped out his phone and called his older brother. Voicemail. His breath hitched. Things weren't adding up in his favour. He thought about who else to call. Bruce was off-world with Barbara and a few members of the League. That knocked out the people who had tabs on Dick's every move. He racked his brain before snapping his fingers. "Jason." He raced to find his contact and called the vigilante. "Where's Dick?" they said at the same time. Tim's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know. Oh God, he didn't know. "Have you tried Damian?" Tim asked, holding onto some hope that the brat had stolen Dick away to spite them. 

"He hasn't seen or heard from him since lunch today. He called me earlier to ask where he is," Jason informed him. Tim muttered a curse under his breath and ran to the nearest bathroom. 

"I'm going out," he said, swiftly taking out the cameras in the school so he could get dressed in peace. "Meet at Wayne Tower," he added. Jason made an affirmative noise and hung up. Those death threats sprung to the forefront of his mind. Every page with handwritten abuse, typed out murder plots, and cutout threats. They were burned into his retinas. He hoped Dick had just forgotten about everything and was hanging out with Young Justice. Maybe Bart was keeping him occupied and time just got away from him. Then why didn't he answer his phone? Dick nearly always answered his phone. In this family business, you had to.

Red Hood and Robin joined Red Robin at the top of Wayne Tower. They were just as shaken as Red Robin. "Any sign of him?" he asked on a whim.

"I've called him thrice since you didn't tell me where he is, each time no reply," Robin replied. Something must've happened for certain. 

"Is Joker out of Arkham?" Red Hood inquired. The younger pair nodded. "Fuck," he muttered. "Joker sent one of those death threats. He must've finally gotten the balls to follow through." His despise for the clown prince of crime had never been clearer. 

"He's not Nightwing," Robin muttered. "His patrol time is midnight, he would've been caught as Grayson." Red Robin's heart thrust up into his throat. That meant Dick had nothing to defend himself but it also meant that Joker knew who he was. They were in so much shit. They'd have to get one of the Martians to wipe Joker's mind. "Joker's a showman, if he had Dick then he'd show it off," Red Hood mentioned.

"And?"

"And there's been no reports of the kidnapping yet. We still have time before he starts-" he paused. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a large crowd outside of a TV shop. That never meant anything good. Silently, he made his way down to the shop with two confused brothers close behind him.