Chapter Nine

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(P.O.V. of Robin)

I screamed in pain. The Joker cackled. 

I stared at my body, covered in blood and sweat. The Joker picked up another tool and I braced myself for the pain to come again.

Suddenly, Harley opened the door.

"What is it, " The Joker snapped. 

"Puddin'," Harley said, "Penguin, Riddler, and Zsaz want to see you."

"Tell them I'm busy," The Joker turned back to me.

"They said it was urgent!" Harley called.

"Ugh!" The Joker threw the knife on the floor, right at my feet and stormed out wit Harley close behind him.

As I heard their footsteps retreating, I nudged the knife towards me. I bent down and tried to pick it up with my mouth, but a bird called from somewhere, startling me. The knife went skidding to the other side of the room.

I groaned and thought, Time for plan B.

I stood up, grimacing in pain, and rammed the chair against the wall. Since it was made of wood, it broke into splinters, and the ropes around me fell. 

I stumbled towards the door and ripped the fabric off my sleeve and tied it around the places my body hurt the most. 

I pulled at the door, but it didn't budge. I hissed. They must have locked it. I glanced at the window. It was small, but I might be able to fit through. I leaned against the door and it swung open. 

I tripped and fell onto the ground, and my ears reddened. It was a 'push' door, not a 'pull' door. Batman would have pulled my head off. 

I limped towards a window and stared out. Relief washed through me- I knew where I was. 

And I just needed to find the exit.

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