3rd person pov
Death Stroke walked in slow circles around the current Robin, his eyes never leaving the young teen's figure. Robin glared right back, determined to escape. He tried wiggling around in his bonds but his limbs wouldn't cooperate.
Damn, why won't anything work? He thought, frustrated.
"Having trouble?" Death Stroke's lips twitched upwards. Robin glared. "You're not getting out of those bonds. The gas you breathed messed with your nervous system. Thus, making sure you can't escape."
"Your an asshole." Robin spat. Death stroke sighed. "But I sadly made the mistake of allowing your face to still function. That and your other body functions to keep you alive." The man paused, smiling. "I'd rather kill you in a more, fun way."
Robin felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. It was the Joker all over again. And this time, he might not make it out alive.
"I'd like to see you try." The teen hissed. Death Stroke smirked. He walked away to a table with items Robin couldn't make out with his fuzzy eyesight.
"Well then, lets see what really gets the bird singing."
Jason's pov
I ran across building tops to Arkum Asylum, my anger fueling me. Within minutes, I had reached the gates. the guards allowed me in, one trailing behind me. I marched up to the office. I turned on my voice changer to make myself sound more intimidating.
"Is Joker here?" I asked, trying to cool my temper. The receptionist looked up at me blankly.
"Yes. Do you have an appointment?" she asked, resuming typing on her keyboard. I let out a frustrated sigh.
"No, but I need to see him. Someone is in danger." I exclaimed, slamming my hands on the table. The receptionist blinked.
"Sorry sir, no appointment, no visit." She eyed my gun. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"I can't leave! Let me see the damn clown even for two minutes and I'll be out of you hair." I said. The receptionist pressed a button on her desk.
"Security first floor front desk." She said.
"Don't call security! Just let me see the clown!" I yelled, raising my voice. Every second I'm held back, the higher the chance is that Damian in hurt, or killed!
"Sir please disarm yourself and wait patiently." She said, slowly standing. In a blind rage, I yanked out a hand gun and pointed it at her. Her green eyes widened.
"No way! My brother's life is on the line! Let me see that damn-" I was suddenly cut off. I yelped at a surge of electricity going through my body. I collapsed to the floor, my vision fading rapidly. "clown..."
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Silent Bird (Sequel)
FanfictionThis is the sequel to Damaged Little Bro. "Why is it always abandoned warehouses?" Death Stroke. Hate the guy. If you don't, by the end of this book you sure will. Damian is kidnapped. Jason believes it's round two with the Joker. But when he g...
