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Its been what I could precive, a toatal of six months since I was captured. The joker is one sick bastard. He's also a cleaver one since its taking the old man this long to find me. I have endured more pain these last six months than what the others have combined. I dont understand why they havent found me yet. Batman, Nightwing, Batgirl, Alfred, hell when Nightwing was caught for a month superman was called in to find him. My thoughts turn to the justice leage. They are amazing heros that could find anyone before the 2nd month! 

Why havent they come for me yet? But still. I maintain hope. Hope that was renewed when I heard footsteps come closer and closer to me. "B-Batman? Is that you?" I asked, my throught still ragged from the screaming.  "Batman's not comming to save you, Y/n." The giggly voice of the Joker answered me. The bag over my head was ripped off allowing me to see the dirty room in the abandoned wing of arkham. "He'll come." I told him. "It's been six months now Y/n, I think it's time to face facts!" He told me. 

"Screw you!" I yelled at him. "Thats the spirit!" He encoraged me. "You're a real chip off the ol' bat block! Not that it'll do you any good." He said. "Why wont you just kill me?" I asked the lunatic."What? No,no,no,no. I'm not gonna kill you, not yet anyway. You're my sidekick now. Imagine it. You and me, out in the streets, starting fights, picking on the weak, a regular dynamic duo. Just like Bats and that new kid of hers." He divulged to me.

"No, he wouldn't" I mutterd in disbelief. "You think? So this isn't Batman then? Weird. The pointy ears are usually a dead giveaway" Joker said showing me a picture of Bruce with another Robin. I tried to find the signs of photoshop but it didnt show any. "No!" I yelled out! This has to be fake! "I didn't want to show you that photo, really I didn't! But, well it was the only way for you to get closure" Joker mocked. "Now I know it hurts, but sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind." Joker sprouted, hitting me with a metal crowbar. I let out a pained grunt as he hit me, the wheelchair he tied me to rolling back as it wasnt tied down. 

[3 months later]

I lost count of what time or day it was as I was beaten and turtored. I'm currently onto the ceiling, bound by chains of unkown making. I....I wont be leaving here, am I? Batman must of forgotten I existed cause he took in another robin. The last one is calling himself Red Robin. Couldnt he just come up with somthing original? Joker told me he paralized batgirl so thats that I guess. Joker's back. I watch with growing horror as he brandishes a branding Iron with the single letter J.

"What's wrong? Do you think I'm going to hurt you? Why? I'm not the bad one here. Oh, no,no,no,no! It's Batman! He's the one who abandoned you... thrown you away like an unwanted puppy!" He then got on his knees and faked begged. "Can I have him daddy? Oh, please, please, please, please, please? I'll take real good care of him!" He then took a step and turned around. "Anything to make you happy, princess. Just make sure people know he's yours!" Joker then snapped his fingers and the chains holding me let go. "We don't want him to end up back here, do we?" Joker said approaching me. I crawled away from him as he took a stance. "No we don't daddy, I want to keep him forever!" He taunted. "No! No please! Please no! No!" I begged as he then jumped on me, digging the branding iron into my face as he laughed his mianical laugh. "HeHeHeHeHeHeHeHeHeHeHaHaHaHa!" 

[3 months later]

Here I sit. Tied to a chair with a camra infront of me. I often reflect on my choices. What led me here? The answer is always the same. Batman. I guess this is how it ends. Nothing even mattered.

Nothing I did mattered. I wonder how Alfred's doing. He's not like the rest. He's a good man, and a even better father than what bruce ever was. I hear the unmistakable footsteps that I learned to notice over the year. The joker comes up to the camra and turns it on. "Have you got something to tell the nice man, Y/n?" Joker asked? "My name is Y/n Todd" I spoke with no emotion. "Who do you hate?" Joker asked. "Batman" I answered with a dull tone "Excellent. Of course you do!" Joker giggled happily. He then looked at the front of a camra. "Did you get that,Bats? Kid's not yours anymore. He's mine. Mine,mine,mine. To do with as I wish!" He spoke. He then came over to me. "Hey, I never asked. What's the big secret? Who is the big, bad Bat? What's his name? Tell me!" He ordered "Of course sir. His name is-"

I was cut off as he then shot me. My world instantly went black as the force of the shot blew me out of the chair. The last thought that went through my mind before I blacked out was 'Damm you Batman, damm you.'

I woke up in my bed, sweating as the nightmare slowly receeded. It has been a year since that incident, and yet it keeps on haunting me. But I know just the thing that will help. I put on my Arkham Knight armor, and as my helmet connects to the base's speaker system I look out of my window to see the army I built from the ground up. "Listen up everyone! We move out to ACE chemicals in ten! Get your shit ready and move it! I'm not paying you by the hour!"

I pull out my phone and flip to a certain contact. Scarecrow.