It started that summer

The Jokers Robin

"Jason, listen! Nightwing is okay and I'm coming to get you!" Bruce's voice fought through the chaos, but the fear killed me.

"D-Dad?"For a second it felt a fragile thread of hope, but then a cruel reminder of what awaited me. The thought of Bruce's anger struck me with a cold dread. He thought I hurt Dick. I hurt him, I hurt everyone. He's going to kill me, for real this time. 

"I'm going to get you out of here!"

"HAHA! That's a good one, Batsy!" The Joker's laughter erupted, a wild, manic sound that echoed off the walls. "You're even funnier than I am! But now that we have an audience, let's tell them the truth, Jason!"

"W-What?" I staggered to my feet, my body trembling uncontrollably.

"Oh, don't play coy," the Joker hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "Why don't you tell everyone what you told me? Come on, don't you remember?"

"W-What I t-told you?" I muttered, confusion and dread overwhelming me. I didn't want to remember, didn't want any part of this nightmare.

No.

No, no, no, no, no!

My heart raced as the realization hit me. They couldn't know. I felt my sanity slipping away as I lunged toward him, the gun shaking in my hands. The Joker's smile widened into a grotesque grin. "You do remember!"

My shoulder throbbed with pain as I crumpled to the floor, blood seeping through my shirt. I winced, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as the Joker's eyes gleamed with a terrifying delight. "You know, everything I did was part of the plan. You were supposed to survive! You did my job better than I ever could! You made Batman's life a living nightmare! I didn't kill you—I turned you into a weapon! HAHAHAHA!" His laughter was sinister.

Tears streamed down my face as I tried to shut out the Joker's voice. "Hush now, Kiddy Pop's will take it from here." The Joker's eyes glittered with amusement. "Jason, do you remember what you told me?" He looked into the camera, " I hate to break it to you, but your boy here is mine."

"Jason, he's almost—" Static crackled over Babs' voice. "Just hold on, he's almost here!"

"You know what he said?" The Joker's voice dropped to a chilling whisper.

"No..." Rage and terror coursed through me. I clung to my last ounce of strength, struggling to reach my gun.

"He told me—"

"NO!" I screamed, my gun aimed at the Joker's head.

"JASON, STOP!" Babs' voice was a desperate, pleading cry.

"I'll be your Robin!" The Joker's voice was a manic, fevered pitch. "The little brat begged me, cried, and pleaded to make him my Robin instead!"

"Jason, don't fall for his tricks! He's trying to manipulate you!" Babs' voice cut through the madness.

The Joker's restraints snapped open with a sickening crack, and he rose with a jerky, inhuman movement that sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were wild, and his grin twisted into a grotesque mask. As he approached, every step was a rhythmic thud of impending doom. He lunged at me, his hand closed around my collar. The pressure was suffocating, and I could feel my breath being squeezed out of me. "You've been my Robin all along!" he roared, his voice dripping with delight. "Oh, the irony! The little brat who thought he could play hero, but he was my puppet all along! HAHAHAHAHA!" His laughter was horrifying. His fingers dug into my neck, the pain sharp and unrelenting. He pulled me closer until our faces were inches apart. His breath was hot and rancid, with the scent of death and madness. "Did you really think you could escape me?" he hissed, his voice a low, twisted purr. "That all of this was just a bad dream? No, no, no! You've been mine from the start!"

"N-No," I cried. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a frantic drum of fear. My legs were weak, my mind reeling. I could see the Joker's eyes, wide and gleaming with a deranged light.

He leaned in closer, "Oh, and your family—do you hear them, Jason? They're watching. They're listening. They know about all your darkest secrets!" His voice was a cruel whisper, meant to torment and degrade. The Joker's grin widened, savoring every ounce of my terror. "You begged me, didn't you? You begged me to make you my Robin, to let you be my little monster. And now, look at you—exposed, broken, and utterly worthless!" His grip on my collar tightened painfully as he dug deeper into my wounded shoulder.

"ACK!" I cried out.

"You're nothing but a joke! A pathetic little puppet dancing on my strings!" The Joker's sadistic pleasure danced as he enjoyed my humiliation. Tears of fear poured as I struggled to fight back, but every movement felt like a slow-motion battle against a nightmare. "They're watching you crumble. They're seeing you for what you really are—a failure, a joke, my greatest plaything!" His words cut through me like knives, each one a reminder of the shame and fear. My hands clenched around my gun as he whispered in my ear. "This is just the beginning boy,"

I shot him in the head. My body hit the cold hard floor as my vision blurred, the world tilting as the room filled with choking black smoke. I looked down to see a needle sticking in my side. The Joker's laughter faded into a distant sound as everything went dark. The last thing I saw was two blond pigtails, my body limp and unresponsive.