Silent Bird (Sequel)

Chapter 2

Jason's pov

"Damian! I'm back!" I called. As perusal, I didn't get an answer back. I sighed and kicked the door closed. I walked further into Then apartment. I immediately felt something was off. I pulled out a gun from a cupboard (don't judge I hide emergency guns everywhere!) and set the groceries down.

"Damian?" I called, my voice rising higher. No answer. I frowned. I entered the living room with caution. Everything was set normally, except for Damian's sweats that were laid on the couch. My frown deepened. The TV had been turned on. But to something Damian wouldn't watch.

I shut it off. I noticed a note on the coffee table. I quickly picked it up.

Check the bathroom

Was all it said. I hurried to the bathroom. I flung open the door. Blood was splattered on the floor and walls.

"Sh*t." I cursed. There was a note on the toilet lid. I

You're getting warmer. Check the bedroom.

I sprinted to my bedroom first. Nothing. I backed out and into Damian's.

His sheets were decorated with splatters of blood and his domino mask and a note were stuck to the wall with a black handled dagger. I ripped the dagger out from the wall, tossing it onto the bed.

Nice little scavenger hunt huh birdie? I've got the brat. If you don't get him within 48 hours, I'll kill him. In the mean time, the longer you take, the more fun I'll have! Good luck! Here's your first clue.

I'm not who you think I am
But I'm where it first went down

I cried out in anger, letting out a string of curses. I punched the wall, a dent left.

"Damnit!" I yelled. Read over the note.

"I'm not who you think I am, but I'm where it first went down..." I muttered. The logical thing to do would be to call Bruce or Dick or Tim but with a much little time, they'd slow me down.

"I'm where it first went do- the warehouse!" I exclaimed. And I know who the bastard is. I threw on my Red Hood suit. I grabbed a few extra guns. And secured them onto my body.

I pulled on my jacket and helmet and then I was off to the warehouse by the beach. Where the Joker (who I concluded had kidnapped Damian), had taken him to the first time.

You're so dead clown.

Damian's pov

I opened my eyes and closed them again. I blinked repeatedly until they adjusted to the light that was pointed right at me. I held in a groan and glanced around. My head was pounding and I coughed a few times. Not light coughs, the deep throaty ones that scratch your throat.

I shifted and glanced down. I was strapped down to a table, my body bound so tightly I could scarcely breathe. From what I could see. Everything around me was dark. My heart sped up and I felt hot and sticky.

"Who did this? Come out here and face me you coward!" I yelled into the darkness, my voice quivering.

"Bold words from someone who's at my mercy." A figure crooned, stepping into the light. I swore.

"Death Stroke." I spat. His lips curved upwards.

"So we meet once again, Robin."