I woke up screaming.
He laughed.
Pain flared across my face as The Joker raised his knife to his face.
"That's a lot of blood," he mused, "how are you not dead yet?"
Despite my pain, I glared at the villain without saying anything. Even though I gave him my best batglare, he still laughed.
I probably looked ridiculous.
I mean, I was a 13-year-old covered in blood and a 'smile' carved onto my face. Literally carved. The Joker had apparently used his knife to cut arcs facing upward so I looked like I was smiling. Classic Joker move.
I adjusted my eyes to the dim light. The Joker was still inspecting the knife while Harley lurked in the shadows. There was a single light hanging from the low ceiling and no windows, though I know it's already past midnight.
I was in a different room.
I slumped, defeated. Bruce definitely could not find me.
In time, anyway.
My stomach lurched as the Joker picked up another tool. A drill. I winced, but my sight was blurry. I was going unconscious.
As he turned the drill on, the flat below erupted in explosions.
I heard the Joker curse and I barely saw Harley blast the door off its hinges with her oversized hammer.
The two villains fled. It felt like hours when I heard another set of footsteps.
"Dick!" I heard someone yell.
"Timmy?" I murmured. I must be dreaming. Was I saved?
I thought they couldn't hear me, but I heard another voice say, "He's here!"
Footseps.
I cracked open my eyes to see my friends and family burst into the room
Then everything went dark.
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The Joke's On You
Fanfic(I own the cover, do not use it unless you credit me) The Team goes to Gotham City for a mission. Everything's working out fine until the Joker capture's the Team's very own Boy Wonder. While the Team searches every abandoned warehouse, alleyway, an...
