Hi! First of all I thank you all for the involvement in the last chapter and I am working on part two now so hopefully, that will be up soon! This was requested by @dipdipqe. Hope you like it! Uhh, this is a little darker than the previous stories. I think...Just a warning.
WARNING: BLOOD!
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(Y/N) pov
I shift my body weight from the ball of one foot to the other, as I bring my breathing back under control. I don't want to see their dying faces. One is still breathing, but it will be over in a matter of minutes, for the knife in my hand had severed his windpipe. A knee to the groin had brought the other one down, and a sharp kick to the temple meant he'd never get up again. I have no idea what they wanted but I know they worked for one of the major criminals. I can feel the mans blood drying on my face and arms. I can't wait to go home and shower tonight! Blood slides down my leg and soaks the material of my suit from a large knife wound.
Before I can recover from the men before, another six pairs of rough hands try to grab me. I spin around and free myself from my attackers before we continue our fight. In that frozen second between standoff and fighting, I see their eyes flick from me to each other. All of our faces are unreadable, no fear, no invitational smirk. I notice that unlike the men before them these guys wear a clown mask. Through my stance and the angry crease through my forehead, I show the men that there is no way in heaven or hell I'm not about to go down without a fight.
I don't know who threw the first punch, but suddenly my fist is slamming into a man's masked face while another's punch sinks into my side. I stumble for a brief second in an attempt to catch my breath before diving back into the action, my eyes narrow in determination. I dodge a fist and come up with my own; for a brief instant, the attacker's eyes widened behind the mask before he manages to tilt his head back and slam it into mine. Stars burst in my vision but I shake it off, blindly throwing a sloppy kick at someone different. He steps back, easily evading the kick. Someone's hands clamp onto my shoulders and another kicks the wound in my leg causing it to buckle and send me to the ground.
My arms and legs are bound and a piece of old cloth is stuffed in my mouth then I am thrown in the back of a dented black van. That's when I see one of the deadliest couples in Gotham. Joker glances my way, peering down his nose with an incredibly large and unhinged smile. I hate hostage situations.
"I'd offer you some candy (S/H/N), but you seem somewhat tied up." He cackles.
I watch his long and slender fingers take a syringe from a small brown vial causing panic to flare inside me. I try to distance myself from the insane man but his girlfriend firmly places her foot on my body stopping me from moving. The Joker's laughter grows louder and louder as he plunges the syringe into my arm. My eyesight blurs, but not because tears that are welling up. Everything becomes fuzzy; then I see nothing at all. My consciousness seems to be floating through a space filled with a thick static. Throughout the inky space, my heartbeats pound loudly, echoing in my ears. Eventually, all feeling in my body drained away until everything is just black.
Tim pov
I hear a loud clicking noise behind me. I turned back to see that the door is completely closed now. I try to open the door, my hands pushing against the rough surface of the door. We have to keep trying, she's in danger. But the door stands stubbornly in its place. A large one-way mirror takes up part of the opposite wall as if to taunt us. A shudder runs through me. Trapped. We are trapped. We are confined within the walls of this stupid room. I start to feel the familiar symptoms claustrophobia but I push it to the side, I can't be scared, not now. A metallic smell hangs in the room. It reminds me somewhat of the smell of drying blood.
We had all try our best to get out of the room but each of our plans failing. The Joker and Harley had thought this through, despite being insane. We sit knee deep in silence. By now it must be midnight- the time in which today becomes tomorrow. Every few hours the Joker would taunt us with an update of (Y/N)'s condition. In his twisted mind, it is all a joke but no one is taking this lightly, no one is laughing.
(Y/N) pov
I have to wake up. I have to wake up, and soon. Everything is blurry. For a second, I forget where I am and how I got here. Then, everything is processed. I am a scared girl in what some people would call hell on Earth. I can see everything now. Slowly I try to get up but quickly realized how futile it was when the restraints on my body hold me down on the cold steel table, I bite my lip to keep from crying out in pain and anger. A sharp pain shoots through my head and colourful spots flash in front of my eyes, it feels like my whole body has been beaten, every small movement causes some muscle or bone to ache. Oh, wait...my whole body has. Regardless, I needed to get out of here as quickly as possible. Bruce, wherever you are, please come soon.
The Joker ran his hands over the metal tools displayed on a table near me and let a maniacal giggle slip, soon followed by a snort. He breathes in deeply like you would in a rose garden. Then as he picks up the scalpel his eyes popped a little wider and his tongue shot out to lick his thin lips. He turns to me and runs his fingers over the sharp blade like a demonstration for me. Fear spreads through my body like icy, liquid metal. Fire in the form of water stings my (E/C) eyes, threatening their attack. I crunch my teeth over my lip harder than I ever have, salty blood fills my mouth. Reality tries to tap its way into my marching brain's rhythm. This could be the day I die. I am utterly helpless.
The pain feels like an ocean of unknowable depths, swift currents and lurking beasts. It shoots up fast, erasing every thought from my head and paralyzing my body. I can hear my own screaming but the pain being inflicted on my body seems to muffle it. When I am given a short break speech can only come out in faltering gasps as I struggle to make my brain listen to the disgusting voices of my captors and respond with something appropriate. Harley Quinn is standing by me - stroking my hair over and over, telling me how it will be alright and explaining how she had always wanted a daughter. I guess they want me to play that part for them.
This routine happens for what is only is hours feels like days. With each moment that passes I start to lose my faith in Bruce coming to rescue me. Each time Joker and Harley Quinn wanted to experiment I become the guinea pig. Harley's footsteps echo sharply as she enters the room, sounding overly loud in my ears. Her eyes shift to the side and a frown forms on her face. Her lower lip quivers as words slowly made their way out of her mouth.
"Mr J wants to use some drug that could kill ya." She begins.
"Harley, please. Just let me go!" I whisper, my throat to sore to speak louder.
"He said it will make you like us." She continues.
"What if I don't want to be like you? Please! There has to be some part of you that knows this is wrong!" I practically beg.
"I've done bad things...." She starts.
An enormous explosion cuts her off mid-sentence. It is as though a fist of orange flame had decided to punch its way out of the wall. Windows shatter. Smoke and fire rush out. Thousands of pieces of glass and steel, a deadly rainfall, showers down on us. Harley takes cover under a nearby table while I'm left out in the open, vulnerable to the debris. The corners of my mouth lift into a small smile. It hurts, everything hurts but I don't care. They are here, my family is here to save me.
I can feel the fear still sitting in my chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wants to protect me but there isn't any danger anymore. My family will protect me. It sits there like an angry ball propelling me towards an anxiety I don't need anymore. I watch my father and brothers concerned faces and wonder why they haven't freed me yet. That's when I see him from the corner of my eye. The Joker holds a syringe filled with a neon green liquid near my neck. I already know it's the drug Harley was talking about before. We were so close to escaping. My eyes drip with tears. Salty drops fall from my chin, drenching the tattered remains of my uniform. Perhaps these tears will help wash the blood out. I'm trembling. I can't-can't stop. Even as I press my hand against the table beneath me it shakes, it trembles. I can't stop... I can't stop.
"I noticed you had a few too many kids Batman...so I decided to take one of your hands!" Joker exclaims.
"Don't touch her!" Jason yells.
The Joker only laughs and plunges the syringe into my neck and fills my bloodstream with the contents. I am not in control anymore.
Jason pov
A grin spread over (Y/N)'s face, wide and open, showing her white teeth. Her shoulders shake in silent laughter. Her breathing is quick gasps between her un-stoppable giggles. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over. In a second I take a gun from my holster and shoot the madman that hurt my little sister. I let Bruce, Dick and Damian deal with the Joker and Harley while Tim and I try to help (Y/N). The look in her eyes tells us what the effects of the drug were. Insanity has stolen her mind like a deranged thief, taking what is important to her, adding new dangerous ideas, seeding a new personality and muddling up the rest. New sparks of ideas that once she would have dismissed as bizarre starts to grow roots, deep roots.
Tim and I agree on giving her a sedative in the hopes it will help her in some way. How did she end up in this mess? I entwine my fingers in hers while we painfully wait for the rest of the family to finish fighting. We need to get her a cure quickly before it's too late. The fearful thoughts loop around in my mind until there is no room for anything else. Thankfully the others finish up quickly and we can transport (Y/N) to the cave with little trouble.
Tim, Dick, Damian and I sink into the couch we had put in the cave years ago. No one had bothered to get changed out of their gear while we wait to hear news about (Y/N)'s condition. Bruce had managed to create a cure with the help of Alfred and (Y/N) is now resting peacefully. Alfred had also tended to her wounds and baked cookies. God, that old man is amazing.
(Y/N) pov
The first thing I notice when I wake up is the number of people sleeping around me. Five fuzzy heads rest on the places of bed my body doesn't take up. Moving without pain, without aches, was just one thing I used to take for granted. My muscles feel as though they have been flash-burned with acid from the inside - just sufficient to make them move like the living cells have been replaced by aging rubber bands, thick and twisted. I painfully run my hand through my hair and sigh quietly. Almost immediately my family is awake and moving.
"(Y/N)!" Dick cries.
"Hey," I reply quietly.
"It's good to have you back in the land of the living kiddo," Jason mutters quietly.
Before the boys could say anything else Alfred rushes in and quickly ushers them away. I notice the plate of cookies beside my bedside and smile as I take one. The rest of my recovery is spent eating, watching Netflix, healing and catching up with the boys. All I can say is I am so lucky to have my family surrounding me and supporting me. That is all you can ask for in situations like these, I guess.