Barbara's POV
"Are you sure you would not like me to contact Master Bruce?" Alfred asks for the millionth time as I clip on my utility belt.
"Alf, Bruce only goes away when he has serious business. Like, saving the universe business. I'm sure I'll be fine." It's not me I'm worried about though. The things Joker does to people...I just hope this is one of those times when he spends a lot of time talking.

Jonathan McNiels. Street name; Johnny Knives. Former Joker associate and my only connection to finding Dick.
I land on his flat's balcony, and slam the doors open.
"We need to talk." I growl.
"Look Batgirl. My days of crime are over. I don't owes you nothin'." Johnny backs into the wall.
"You helped me once, you can help me again." I throw a batarang at him, missing his head by a few inches on purpose. "I'm only going to ask this once, you son of a bitch. Where is the Joker?"
"I-I dunno." Johnny lies. I hold my by his collar, a foot off the ground.
"I have enough forensic evidence from your last job, to clone you and put you both away for a very long time. I suggest that you cooperate if you plan on spending the next fifty years as a free man." I snarl. Hey, no one takes Dick seriously, but I wear the bat. I can be intimidating when I want to be.
"You wouldn't." Johnny gulps.
"Oh I would." I sneer. "So, are you going to talk, or do I get to do this the fun way?" This is the point when Bruce would usually stop me. But Bruce isn't here. I am. And I'm not going to stop until I get Dick back. If I don't, the Joker's not going to see the light of day.
"Word on the street, Joker's getting the big bucks auctioning off something. Last I heard, he was hidin' downtown in Cherry Hill." I drop Johnny.
"Thank you." I say. "But if your lying, I'll be back. And my visit won't be nearly as pleasant."
"Why should I be scared of some kid like you?" He snarls. What the hell. I need some aggression relief anyway.
I slam my fist into his ribs, and I feel two give way.
"That answer your question?"
"I don't think I've seen a fifteen year old like you, Kid." Johnny says weakly.
"Let's keep it that way."

"I was wondering when you might join us." Joker laughs from a steel platform above me. Iron bars click down around all the exits. "I've been thinking of a game, you see." He clicks a button. "It's called the Bat vs the Bird." A bloody, staggering figure emerges from the shadows. Dick. The worst part? He's grinning.

"Robin." I say wearily. "It's me. I don't want to hurt you." I back away, but Dick continues to follow. It wouldn't take much to take him out, but in the state he's in, it could kill him. "Robin." I repeat. I won't fight him. I can't fight him. "I'm not going to hurt you." I hit the wall. Just great. "Don't let it in, Robin. This isn't you." Dick's body is pressing against mine. I'd be blushing if I wasn't fearing for both our lives. "Robin!" I yell. Something flicks in his eyes, but he doesn't stop.
The colour of his skin is an indicator that he's lost a lot of blood. If I can't get him off this venom and back to the cave, we're both gonna be dead. Think Gordon. Think. What would-oh, fudge.

Dick grabs a knife. One we only keep on ourselves as an absolute last defence. It's small, but can easily kill.
"Here goes nothing." I grab the back of his neck, hand press my lips to his. The knife digs into my skin, but his grip loosens, until it drops completely. I refuse to let go until I have to come up for air. "Is it safe?" I whisper.
"What...happened?" Dick slurs into my ear, then collapsed into my arms.
"What a twist!" The Joker yells. "All this 'love conquers all' business is tearing me up. But now, how are you going to get out?" I press a button on my belt, and the Batmobile breaks down the wall. "Time to fly!"

These things were definitely not built for fifteen year olds to see out of. But right now, I have a bigger problem. A red, black and yellow problem. Although now it's mostly black and red.

Dick's cheek is sunk in, and his head has at least five visible bumps on it, and blood trickles from his swollen eye, and purple lips. Through the remains of his suit, I can clearly see a huge, deep cut on his abs, like a smile. And his arms are covered with holes and bruises.
"Babssss..." He slurs as he flickers in and out of consciousness.
"Don't you dare go to sleep." I hiss. How can I keep him awake? I have an idea, but it'll be embarrassing. I kiss him, straight on the lips.
"Babs?" He croaks.
"Shut up and don't die." I hiss, breaking the speed limit by about twenty miles.
"Will I get another kiss? You're good at it." Dick asks hopefully.
"Maybe. If you promise not to die." I smirk. That's it Gordon. Keep telling yourself he's okay. He'll be fine.
"Like I'm going anywhere with those stakes."

"Miss Gordon? Would-" I run past Alfred, carrying Dick's body. He passed out five minutes ago, and I can't wake him. Not even with kisses. And that's saying something, especially with Dick.
"Call Bruce! Now!" I scream.
I lay Dick on the infirmary bed, and cut away the remains of his uniform. Oh.
This is worse than when he fought Bane. Much, much worse.
The cut on his stomach has punctured something, although I'm not sure what.  It's bleeding too. A lot. My hands are covered in his blood just from cleaning it, and it's already soaked through the wipe.
The other cuts on his arms are pretty bad too. One of them cut a main nerve, so his hand is temporarily paralysed. At least, I hope it's temporary.
Dick's left leg is broken in four places too. And don't even get me started on his face. His nose is broken, his eye will need at least two weeks on patch, and his jaw will need to be realigned.

"Master Bruce will return within the day, Miss Gordon. I have sent for Dr Leslie." Alfred says from the door, catching me crying over Dick's body. I connected him to an oxygen tank and a heart monitor for reassurance, but this is the worst he's ever been. "He'll be okay, Miss Gordon." Alfred puts and arm around me. "Master Bruce may be special. But Dick? He's extraordinary. Like you." I wrap my arms around Alfred in a a tight hug. He hesitated for a moment before hugging me back.
"Thanks Alf."