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Chapter 1
Robin’s POV

This was the first that Bruce let me patrol Gotham by myself and I wasn’t going to screw up. I glided from building to building looking over the people Batman and I protect. I hear a scream from a distance and went toward it. It was coming from an alley way.
“Of course. There always has to be an alley way. No one in this place is smart enough to know NOT to go in an alley way late at night.” I thought

I snuck in the shadows and listened a little bit to see what they intended to do to the woman. The first man was tall, about 6 ft. 4, and bald. His friend was at least 5 ft. and was blonde. Baldy put a rag over the woman’s mouth and after a tad of a struggle, she went limp.
“Let’s do this before The Bat gets up!” said the blonde man as he undid his zipper.

I came out of nowhere and kicked the blonde in the back. Before his bald friend could respond I round housed him in the temple, causing him to fall limp. I turned around in time to see the blonde man pull out a gun. It was aimed at my head. I dodged just in time, but the bullet grazed my arm.

I winced at the sharp pain as I rolled and kicked the man’s legs out. He rose up, but I was quicker and kicked him in the face. He coughed up blood and fell back down, arms covering his face.

“I-I-I don’t want any trouble man!” he stammered, “My buddy and I… well… we just wanted some fun is--” I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and brought his face up close to mine.

“And you thought that raping someone was going to be fun?” I asked, jaw clenched, “You make me sick.” I punched him in the face.

“WHO THE ******** ARE YOU?!” he shouted at me, crawling away.

“I’m Robin.” I replied. “And I work for The Bat.” I kicked him in the temple and he was out.

“That was eventful.” I thought. “It’s probably time to---” I heard clapping coming from behind me. I turned immediately, my eyes straining to see the figure in the dark.

“Who’s there?” I asked.

My eyes widened as I hear the laugh. The horrible, horrible laugh. I backed away from him slowly.


“What’s wrong Robin?” the figure stepped into the light. And there he was. The Joker. “Not happy to see me? You afraid?” he asked

I gathered all of my confidence, “No.” I said, “I-I-I’m not afraid of you.” I stepped back farther.

“AH-TA-TA-TA!” he said. “Don’t. Move.”

The look in his eyes and the way he said it made me stop. Froze me. He terrified me, but I couldn’t let him see that. I tried to keep my breathing normal. He walked closer, and closer to me, started circling me like a hawk. He licked his lips then smacked them. He leaned close to me.

“Where’s my Batsy?” he whispered into my ear, almost seductively.

“He’s not yours. And he let me go out by myself.”

“Ohemgee!” The Joker backed away waving his hands. “You are growing up just so FAST!” the last word had more venom than I’ve ever heard. He looked at me. His green eyes examining my body. I felt naked in that stare. He licked his lips and smacked them again.

His eyes found mine. The stare was piercing. I closed my eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss. I tried to push him away, but his hands were strong. One was wrapped up in my hair keeping my head in place, the other was on my back pulling me into him. I felt his tongue invading my mouth. I bit his tongue and he instantly pulled away.

“Why the HELL would you do that little Robin?” he asked. I tried to reply, but things were getting blurry. I tried to back away, but I got dizzy and lost my footing. I hit the ground hard.

The last thing I saw was The Joker’s face in mine.

“Good night Robby~” he said.

Then everything went black… … …



Chapter 2
Robin’s POV

I woke to a stabbing pain in my head. My eyes opened slowly to darkness. My lungs hurt and I felt cold. I tried to sit up, but something was holding me down to a bed. My breathing increased as it finally hit me. I was NOT at Bruce’s mansion. I tried desperately to remember what the hell happened.

“Okay. I was patrolling Gotham then I heard a scream so I went to go investigate it. Then, then… some guys were trying to rape some woman in an alley. I saved her then…”

“Oh ********.” I said out loud.

I heard that laugh again. That horrible, terrifying laugh. The lights were turned on and I saw his face. So scary, so amused, so close to mine. I could smell his breath, God that nasty breath. I turned my head to the side and coughed.

“What’s wrong little Robby babe?” he teased. “Don’t like me any more? You seemed to like me sooo much yesterday, in the alley way.” he looked at me with lust in his eyes. I couldn’t help it. I tried to stay calm like Bruce always told me to do, but I couldn’t. I lost it.

“Let me go! Please, please, please! Just let me go home!” tears started to cloud my vision. I felt tears going down my face. “Please?” I whispered. I looked at him. I saw no emotion in his eyes. He just stared at me. His green eyes gazing over my face. He giggled, which turned into a chuckle, and then he was laughing his haunting laugh once more. This lasted for about 10 minutes. Then he stopped. He looked at me. His eyes at that moment where the most terrifying thing in the world.

“Let. You. GO?! HAHAHAHA! WHY THE ******** WOULD I LET YOU GO LITTLE Robby?!” he was inches away from my face. His eyes, I couldn’t look away from them. “Why, Robin, would I let you go? You’re my new, favorite, bestest, toy EVER!” he backed away laughing.

“No, no, no, no ,no. H-h-he’s going to rape me. Oh God, he’s going to rape me.” I cried. Cried harder than I did at my parents funeral. “He’s going to rape me and torture me and k-kill me.”



Chapter 3
Robin’s POV

I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t stop begging him to let me go. I was terrified. More scared than I’ve ever been in my life. The Joker just stood there, laughing at me, laughing at how weak I was acting. He looked at me and suddenly, he stopped. Didn’t move, didn’t laugh. He just looked at me with a look that was lustful and sorrowful. I looked back at him threw my tears.

His gaze made me feel naked again. I evaded his eyes and looked down.

“Oh God. Why did I look down?” I felt my cheeks flush red. I quickly turned my head to the side, away from this *****. “He has a boner. Good God.” I had to stop myself from crying again. It was obviously turning him on. I felt him standing by my side.

“Look. At. Me.” he commanded. His breath was warm against my cheek. I refused to look at him. He grabbed my face in one of his hands and forced me to look at him, I kept my eyes closed. “ Open. Your ******** EYES TIMOTHY!” he shouted me. My eyes flew open suddenly as I heard my name, my real name.

“How the--” I was cut off by a kiss. I struggled, which was useless as I happened to be tied down. I could feel his tongue graze my lips and force it in my mouth. He tasted sickly sweet, like something that had way too much sugar. At this point he was straddling me. I could feel his hard manhood rubbing against mine. His hands started to roam my body. My suit I was wearing ended up and the floor. His hands started to play with my nipples. I involuntarily moaned into his mouth, the heat increased in my face.

The Joker started to n**, suck, and twirl his tongue around my left bud. I held back more noises, but he just bit harder. I arched my back and let out a loud groan. I could feel him smiling. Then he stopped. He looked me in the face. His eyes said he wanted to go farther.

“Will you listen to me now?” he asked.

I couldn’t respond, just nodded my head.

“Good, good, good.” he murmured as he got off of me. “And now, little Robby, it’s time for some fuuun~” he laughed, but this time the laugh wasn’t haunting. It was… soothing.

“What the ******** is wrong with me?” I thought. The Joker left the room I was in. He left me not only with emotional distraught, but also an erection.



Chapter 4
Robin’s POV

Somehow, I fell asleep. Every time I went to go wake up, I fell back asleep. When I finally did wake up, I was standing up, the bed supporting my back. I felt something sticky trickling down my arms. I looked up and almost threw up, I turned my head to the side.

My arms were straight up in the air about 2 feet apart. There were fish hooks in my arms. Four of them in each arm. I heard his hackling. He was right in front of me, looking at me.

“Little Robby~” he teased, “Please look at me?”

I knew that was a command, not a question by the tone of his voice. I slowly turned my head and looked into his green eyes.

“Let me explain your little… predicament.” Joker said, “You are standing, obviously, and there are fish hooks in your arms. Four of them in each about 2 inches into your skin. I will take the bed away and your feet will barley touch the floor. When I leave, a gas will be pumped into the room. The gas will gradually make you tired. What you need to do is unhook your arms from the fish hooks before you fall asleep. If you don’t, the skin of your arms will be ripped off. HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

I couldn’t breath, couldn’t talk. Tears started to rim my eyes again. I squeezed them tight.

“I can’t let him see me cry. Not only will I look weak, but it’ll turn him on. Can’t cry, can’t cry, can’t cry…”

I smelled his breath on my face, could almost taste it. He leaned into my ear, a soft gasp left my lips.

“Let the festivities… commence.” he said and pushed the bed away. I wasn’t prepared for the sudden movement and almost didn’t catch myself. I felt the tug of the fish hooks in my arms, more blood trickling down them. My tears escaped my eyes. I looked at this man, my kidnapper, The Joker. The man who killed my mother. The man who took the last piece of a normal childhood I had left.

He turned and left the room. He closed the door and I could here the gas coming through the air ducts… … …


Chapter 5
Robin’s POV

I took a big, deep breath and tried to calm down. I looked up at my arms and thought what the best way to unhook them would be.

“I’ll start on one arm, get that one unhooked as fast as I can that way I can unhook the other arm with my hand.” I thought.

I started with my right arm. The first hook was in my wrist. I stood up as tall as I could and tried to wiggle my wrist up. It slipped out, but only a little. I tried this again and again, but the fish hook wouldn’t come out. I could feel my breath quickening in frustration. Suddenly I got really light headed. I stopped and got my breath under control.

I started up again, but it would not come OUT!

“DAMN IT!” I shouted. I quickly thought of all the things I could do. “Oh ********. No, no, no, no, no…” I realized how I was to unhook my arms.

I stood there for a little while, thinking of any other possible way, but none came to mind. I turned my head to the left and bit onto the nightgown I was wearing.

“This is going to hurt like a ********.” I braced myself. Then, I quickly jerked my right arm to the right. I screamed in pain. I could feel tears streaming down my face. I looked at my right arm. Pieces of flesh were hanging, barely, on my arm.

“Oh God.” I said. I reached up and undid the hooks in my left arm. I fell to the floor and threw up. I was crying, hyperventilating and throwing up. After I got myself under control, I crawled to the corner of the room. I let the gas drift me to sleep… … …


Chapter 6
Joker’s POV

I stood and watched him through the one way glass. He was struggling to get right arm undone, getting frustrated when the way he planned didn’t work. He cried in anger. Slowly I began to giggle which turned in to an all out laughing fit. I hear a scream of pure pain and quickly looked at my little Robby. MY Robin. MY Timothy. MY Timmy.

I got that feeling in my stomach whenever I saw him. My pants were slowly becoming tighter. I leaned forward, my hands and forehead on the glass. I heard a God awful sound and opened my eyes to him throwing up.

“******** YOU ROBIN!” I yelled at him. I could feel my erection grow. “You just had to do that.” everything this boy did was sexy, made me hot. I unzipped my pants and started to pump my c**k.

“Ah. R-robin. Good God…” I looked at him, asleep now and increased the pace. “******** m-m-me. GOD! ******** ME!” I screamed as I released in my hand. I breathed heavily and looked at Timmy again. He was just sitting there, sleeping. He looked so peaceful.

“Soon, my dream will come true little Robby. I’ll have you, I know I will. You’ll fall for me the same way I fell for you.” I thought.

I walked into the room and picked Timothy up. I laid him down on the bed in the next room. I cleaned up his wounds.

“Good night Timothy.” I whispered into his ear. I turned to leave the room, but something snagged the arm of my purple pin stripped suit.

“Don’t go. Please?” I heard a feeble voice say. “Stay till I fall . . . asleep . . .”

I looked and saw Robin fast asleep, holding onto my suit. His hand fell. I leaned forward, moving his hair away from his forehead and kissed it.

“I’ll stay for a little bit.” I said to him.

I pulled up a chair and sat there. I too fell asleep… … … …



Chapter 7
Robin’s POV

I woke to the pain in my arm. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. The room was too dark to see anything. I sat in the darkness and just breathed. I was exhausted from everything that had happened so far and very hungry.

I got up and crept around the room trying to find the light switch. As soon as I found it, I flipped it up. I turned around and saw The Joker sleeping in the chair that had been next to my bed.

“Was he here all night?” I wondered. The light stirred him and he woke up. The Joker looked at me. He looked confused for a second. I thought it was a little cute, but banished that thought as soon as it formed.

“So you’re awake. Come back to the bed.” he said. I walked back to the bed and sat on it again. There was a little table with an arrange of tools and bandages. I looked at my arm, the blood had soaked through the cloth on my arm.

The Joker took my arm and unwrapped the bloody gauze. He grabbed for a bottle of disinfecting stuff and poured it into a bowl. He dipped a wash cloth into it and wrung out the extra liquid.

“This will hurt.” he said and started to blot the cloth on my arm. I winced as it burned my arm. When the wound was clean, he wrapped my arm in a new bandage.

“That should last a couple hours. Are you hungry?”

“Y-y-yeah. I-I-I’m a bit hungry.” I stammered. He looked me right in the eye and I glared back.

He licked his lips and smacked them, “Well, then let’s go to the kitchen.” he started to walk to the door. He looked back. “You coming?” the door opened.

I got off the bed and followed The Joker to the kitchen. This was the first time that I saw the place I was in. The hallway had no windows and nothing hung on the walls. The walk was awkward and silent. It gave me time to think.

“Did I seriously think The Joker was cute back there? How is that even possible? Why do I find him so attractive? What the hell am I even SAYING?! I CAN’T have these kind of feelings for him, can I?”

“We’re here.” he said.

My feelings would have to wait. Right now, I was hungry . . . . . . . . . . . .


Chapter 8
Robin’s POV

The kitchen was white. The counters, cabinets, stove, walls, refrigerator, everything. It was almost too clean. I sat at one of the bar stools and looked at the counter. The Joker was talking, but I wasn’t listening. I don’t know how or when, but I was hard.

“It couldn’t be because of the way The Joker swayed his hips-- I seriously need to stop this. Stop thinking about his sexy voice, the way he fills out his suit--”

“GOD DAMN IT!” I shouted. I looked at The Joker, he looked back at me. My eyes grew wide and I looked back down at the counter.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” I stammered. I felt him standing beside me. My eyes started to fill with tears.

“Timmy. Are you okay?” he asked. He sounded concerned. The Joker sounded like he actually cared about me. I broke down. I fell to the ground, my head in my hands, and cried. I could feel him wrap his arms around me.

“WHY? HOW THE ******** CAN I LIKE YOU?! YOU KILLED MY MOTHER YOU ******** FREAK! HOW?! How…” I grabbed on to him tighter. He smelled like rosemary. I buried my face further into his suit. I finally finished crying.

“I-I-I’m s-s-sorry.” I wiped my eyes.

He pushed the hair away from my forehead.


“It’s okay.” he said. I looked at his eyes. His green eyes. I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his. I could feel his hesitate a bit, but then he started to kiss me back. His tongue pressed against my lips, I parted them and it invaded my mouth. We just sat there, making out, and that was perfectly fine by me… … …