The Archer | T.D. ✔

Chapter Twenty-One

Rory woke with a groan and a massive headache, barely remembering what had happened before she blacked out. Taking, a guess she was hit with something and was knocked out giving the Joker and whoever he was with a better chance at capturing her.

With that last thought, quickly her head shot up, and looked around. She noticed that she still had her mask and most of her suit on, minus the jacket and her boots. It looked like she was in a warehouse of sorts, but Gotham was full of warehouses so it would be nearly impossible to find her disregarding the fact that she might not be in Gotham still. 

There was a sound to her left, and her head jerked in that direction to see the door open and in walked the Clown Prince of Crime himself along with two of his goons. "Oh good, the little bird is awake. Wave hello to the camera sweetheart." he grinned, pointing to his left.

Looking in front of her, she saw a camera set up attached to a computer. He was probably sending this to Bruce and the others. Rory clenched her jaw and glared at him, "You really think you can keep me here?" 

The Joker laughed at her words, it echoing off the metal walls. "Keep you? No no no no, I'm going to have fun with you." he grinned and walked over to the camera and started to record. 

"Hiya Bats! Long time no see eh? Well, I got a surprise for you." he laughed and turned the camera to look at Rory her glare only getting darker. "I found this little bird stranded outside in the cold, seems like someone clipped her wings. Don't worry, I'm taking good care of her I mean she isn't dead yet."

Rory had forgotten about the rod in her side, looking down she saw that her suit was bloodstained but it had dried. The Joker had her patched up, but why? She looked around, trying to analyze a way to get out but nothing was going to work if she didn't get out of the chair first.

The Joker turned the camera to look back at him as he set it back on the stand before walking towards her and grabbed her hair, jerking her head to the side with as she winced. "You know, there's a reason I wear a hood, you Pennywise drag queen looking knock off," she growled.

Her words only made him laugh harder. "You have a mouthy one on you Bats, she's funny." He grabbed her face, but she pulled back and bit his hand as hard as she could making him yell in pain before backhanding her across the face.

"Don't you touch me again." Rory threatened, "or I'll make sure to take off a whole finger next time."

"Mouthy and morbid, geez you really know how to pick them. Are you sure she's even a goody-goody like you?" he laughed and summoned one of his goons over who punched her. Rory's hair fell in her face as she licked her chapped lips and chuckled lightly.

"Is that the hardest you can hit? Robin hits harder than yo-" He punched her again, and this time it was hard enough she saw spots in her vision. Adjusting her jaw she looked at them. 

"Good thing I have a great dentist, want his address?" another punch was sent to her face making her yelp in pain. "It's 5227, Freak Circuit." More punches were sent to her face that was sure to leave a bruise.

The Joker stopped him after the eighth punch, Rory's lip was bleeding as she spat out the blood pooling in her mouth and looked up at them. "Is that the best you can do?" she taunted. 

Truth be told, Rory was terrified but she wouldn't let it show at least not on camera. If she let the others, especially Tim see how she really felt it would make them worry more than they already were. The Joker was different than any other person she had faced. The man was criminally insane and he enjoyed it, he beat Jason to death seven years ago and blew him up. She was not about to let him do to her, what he did to Jason.