The Broken Bird

Torture

Sadly, all characters belong to DC comics. If I had enough money they would belong to me but they don't. 😢

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The crowbar being held in the Joker's hand reflected what little light was in the warehouse.
"Hello Boy Wonder, how are you today! Comfortable I hope!" With that the Joker's sick and twisted laughs echoed in the old building. Jason glared at him with a look of pure hatred. The Joker shook his head when he saw Jason wasn't laughing along, so he raised the crowbar above his head. He quickly brought it down with deadly force onto Jason's rib cage with a loud thud. Pain spiked through his body as a dull cracking sound was heard. The Joker raised the crowbar over his head and brought it down onto Jason over and over, each time hitting him in a different place. If he didn't hear the sound he wanted though, he would hit that spot again. After what felt like a lifetime, the Joker stopped. The crowbar clattered to the floor next to Jason's head, covered in his blood.

"That was fun, probably more fun for me then you, but still fun!" The Joker leaned down to look Jason in the eye. Jason lifted his head slightly and spat blood onto the Joker's cheek. The Joker sneered and slammed his head into the concrete.

"At least the first Boy Wonder had manners, he would have sung for me," the Joker muttered as he wiped the blood off of his cheek. Jason let out a smirk appear on his face but regretted it. The Joker pulled out a knife and walked back over to him.

"Now will you sing for me little Birdy?" Quickly he reached out and yanked Jason up off the floor and shoved him against the wall. Before Jason could respond though, he reached out and slashed a long cut across his arm, going from the shoulder almost down to the wrist. Jason just gritted his teeth, not giving the clown the satisfaction of hearing him scream. This continued for a while longer before Jason collapsed onto the ground from the pain.

"Wow, we're just getting started and you're already done. Poor you, NOT!" With an evil cackle the Joker walked over to a little broom closet and returned with a bucket full of something. Jason had his suspicions but was terrified when they were correct. The Joker held a bucket full of ice cold salt water in one hand, and a lighter in the other. The Joker must have noticed the look of fear that passed through his one non swollen eye, because he let out a blood curling laugh.

"Bats isn't coming little Birdy! Or if he does come he won't be here in time!" The Joker's singsong voice only made him more worried then he already was. Quickly, the Joker dumped the cold salt water all over Jason, the pain that followed could make anyone scream. But Jason wasn't just anyone. His previously inflicted knife wounds stung with the salt, and the cold wasn't that welcoming either.

"Come on Birdy, please sing for your dear Uncle J. If you don't I might be mad!" sang the Joker in a sinister voice.

Bruce will come for me, I know he will.
No he won't, said a voice in the back of his head
Yes he will, he promis--
He promised you nothing
He's not coming, is he?
Why would he care, you're just a street rat
How funny is that?
The funniest joke you've heard...

The sound of a lighter's fire being started brought him back to reality. The Joker smirked down at him and slowly pressed the flame down against the delicate skin between his shoulder and neck. The pain earlier was nothing compared to what he was experiencing now. A weak and mangled groan escaped his lips, making the Joker push the flame deeper into his skin. Jason glued his lips together and refused to show any more signs of his pain.

"That all you got Joker? I must admit, you're getting soft," spat Jason with faked innocence. The Joker chuckled darkly and removed the lighter from Jason's skin. Jason started to shake without noticing as the Joker walked away from him. The Joker turns to look at him as he reaches the door,
"Okay, I gotta go. It's been fun though, right? Well, it was most likely a bit more fun for me than you. I'm just guessing since you're being quiet. And hey, please tell Batsy I said hi."
With that he opens the door and leaves, abandoning Jason in the ware house. When he is sure the Joker is gone, he painfully pulls himself into a sitting position, his breathing quick and pain filled. He pulls himself forward along the ground until he reaches the door. Grunting, he slowly stretches his hands upward to reach the door handle. His hands barely graze the door handle, but it's enough to open the rusting door. The door creams open to a dark, star filled, night sky. Jason uses the door to pull himself into a standing position. A beeping sound reaches his ears as he looks behind himself.
10...
He tumbles out the door.
9...
Jason runs a few places forward.
8...
He has to go faster.
7...
His legs give out beneath him.
6...
He ignores the pain and starts to drag himself.
5...
Where is Batman?
4...
I'm not going to make it, passes though his head.
3...
A car arrives and Batman jumps out.
2...
Batman unfolds Jason in his cape
1...
A pained smile makes its way to Jason's face.
0...

TO BE CONTINUED