Lol get it. Because...everything is going downhi-

Okay I'll go away and hide now.

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Richard woke after passing out. He groggily looked around, and his eyes met a very wide Yellow toothed smile. He yelled and scurried from it, then discovering he had nothing injured. He looked down at himself and saw he was healed, and an injection Mark on his wrist.

"Finally little b-Ahem! I mean Dickie is awake!" The Joker giggled. "Sladey Pie is away at the moment tending to things. So we have some quality time!" The Joker smirked at him.

Richard growled and ran at him, and punched him in the jaw.

"That is for hitting me!" Richard snarled.

"Heheheeeeee! That was a good hit lad. Fair is fair." The Joker chimed.

"..." Dick looked around, him gazing at his surroundings.

He was back at the place he spent wight of his months, learning to be an assassin. He gave off a shudder and looked down.

"As long as he breathes." Dick mumbled.

"What was that sunny boy?" Joker asked.

"Shut the hell up!" Dick snarled.

He walked out of the room he was in and down the halls, his posture almost instantly becoming perfect. Tailing behind him was Joker, him watching him cautiously. He then got a beat idea and smirked.

"You know Robin, or renegade, whatever you go by now, I've held my end if the bargain I had with Slade. And he held up his, injuring Brucie perminantly. I have no need to keep our deal." Joker smirked and held a cloth out.

He pulled Richard into a headlock and pressed the cloth against his face, him having a knock out drug drenching it.

Richard struggled and growled angrily at the sweet smell. He tossed him over his shoulder and into the ground. Instinctively he reached for a pistol, but didn't seem to be carrying one, nor did he have a weapon. So as Joker was standing, he tackled him, and latched his hands and fingers, around the clown's neck, holding as hard as he could, choking him.

"Nn!" Joker winced and grabbed the boy's arm, snickering in excitement.

He reached into his pocket and grabbed a knife and plunged it into Richard's side.

"Hn!" Richard winced and his grip loosened.

This was enough for the full grown man to fling the teen over to the side, and stand. Richard stood and held his fists up, taking a stance, a very offensive and defensive stance. He spat blood and hissed. Seems his pain tolerance was getting higher. Have to thank Slade for that one. Joker took a comfortable stance and giggled crazily and eyed him. Richard looked around And growled. He then looked to the knife the clown held, and knew he had tons more hiding somewhere on his body. Drugged and stabbed, this situation was a beautiful one.

The moment Joker ran at him, Richard charged, growling as he grabbed the hand with the knife and he bent it down, his elbow flying towards Joker's face. But alas, Joker did know how to fight when it was necessary. He caught Richard's elbow and smirked wickedly as he dropped the knife, backing up as he then kicked it into Richard's gut.

"FUCK!" Richard gasped and stumbled backwards.

"Let's see!!" Joker looked around and found an oxygen tank laying around. Behind it was a crowbar, so he picked up both of these 'toys'. "Ooo! Goodie!" He snickered.

Richard noticed the corners of his eyes began to blacken, his sight darkening. He winced as he tore the knife out out of abdomen and held it close. He looked at Joker's weapons if choice and then his feet. He then counted the distance between them and did something he hasn't done in a long time. Something Slade told him to do as a last resort, especially when drugged.

Fight with your eyes closed.

So he shut them, and made his heart rate slow, and hua breathing silent, he mapped the room out, and it's items. And where Joker was, and got into the best stance he could.

"Tricky." Joker hummed and walked forwards as quietly as he could, but his shows did softly click against the door due to having a harder bottom to them, almost like boots.

Richard heard a whoosh and raised hai hand up and grabbed something round. He then shoved his feet forwards to throw off Joker's center balance. He heard another whoosh as the round object retracted and caught the crowbar and then yanked his body back, with his leg hooked and he tripped Joker, hearing him fall and items scatter.

"Owie!" Joker winced and held his crowbar and made it not clink the ground as his oxygen tank rolled off.

Richard pounced him and his knife plunged Into His empty handed shoulder, and Joker let our a loud laugh as he brought his knee up, making Richard's spare hand shoot there, but as he did this, Joker brought his Crowbar up and smacked it right into Richard's side wound. Richard yelled and let go of the knife. He grabbed the crowbar and began to beat the hell out of the Joker, eyes clenched shut, teeth gritted and bared. But his ears weren't satisfied as laughter echoed.

Joker spat teeth out and grabbed the knife and Crowbar and held them, one, being the knife directly over Richard's heart, the other, being the crowbar, having the curved end hold Richard's body close to Him so he can't go anywhere but forwards.

Richard opened his eyes and they were met with two green ones. Them burning into his soul, them crazy...and something else more intimidating. The older man's breath tickled his chin and neck, and the crowbar was cold against the back of it.

"Face it. You are a child Grayson. I'm stronger. I'm not faster, or as skilled. But I don't fight out of anger." He giggled. "I enjoy it. The thrill, the smell of sweat and blood mixed. The yelling. Groaning. Grunting. Screams..." He lengthened the last word. "And it also let's me think better. You have everything going for you. Except experience." Joker sat up but held the boy in place, knife at the chest, crowbar on the neck. He removed the Crowbar and moved the knife holding arm to Richard's back and smiled at him, as he knew the boy was too weak to fight.

He was able to drug, wound, and wound him again, and tire him out long enough for him to lose both adrenaline and a good amount ot blood. Richard hated this, because if the Joker knew you and how you thought and fought, you couldn't stand a chance against him, Bruce, always had help, but as time dragged Joker got better at fighting the Young Justice, thusly, why it went from easily taking him down, to almost dying whilst trying.

"Now, fight back, if you even can, and I have a shit ton of knives I can pin you into the floor with. Understood birdie?" Joker stood then up straight and let him go.

Richard swayed. "Mm." He weakly nodded.

Joker snickered. "This isn't fun." He then smacked him in the forehead with the crowbar he held.

Richard fell to the ground with a whimper. He felt his hair get pulled up and he winced, looking over at Joker, feeling blood run over his eye, causing him to close it.

"Goodie~!" Joker smiled happily.

Joker stuck his tongue out and licked the blood from Richard's eye, making the boy shudder before Joker released him. Joker smacked his lips together.

"Delicious~!" Joker moaned and stood, looking at his watch.

"W...where...i-is... Slnn...Sl...ade..?" Richard mumbled softly.

"Blowing up about now!" Joker snickered.

As much as he hated the man, Richard felt pain spark up in his chest. Especially when a small tremor shook the ground as the Joker began to cackle in humor and joy. Richard shook, his hand weakly reaching for his abdomen. He reached into his pocket, and felt something. If felt similar to a syringe. He inwardly thanked Slade as he went ahead and pushed the needle in his leg with it still in his pocket and injected the liquid into him, it being the healing amplifier Slade produced.

Joker snickered and walked forwards, and grabbed Richard by the hair and dragged dick behind him as he walked. Richard gasped at the pain but remained contained, as he felt the amplifier working more effectively, estimating a few hours before he was fully healed. But the amplifier sadly didn't stop him from passing out due to blood loss.

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"Damn. Another no show." Bruce sighed, speeding down the road in his bat Mobile, wearing his hero suit. "Best notify Alfred."

Bruce pulled up Alfred's number and pressed call, and waited for the dial to end by him answering. He tapped his fingers a bit as he waited, but frowned as the dialing ended. He slowed his driving for a little before stomping on the gas, getting a sick feeling in his gut.

Arriving at the Manor, Artemis, still banged up from when Richard kicked all of their asses, walked to the front door and slammed it open. She got a call from Wally, who did nothing but scream.

She dashed up the stairs, following blood that was looking down them and found the dead butler in the floor, with a gunshot and stab wounds, and a crowbar in his brain. She teared up and covered her mouth and looked over, and screamed.

"WALLACE!" She ran over to him, her blonde hair failing behind her as she ran. "Oh dear God!" She sobbed.

Artemis then pressed a button on her phone before placing it on the floor. She then picked up the passed out teen and slid down the railing if the stairs. She ran outside, panting as she set Wally down on her new bike Cyborg crafted for her after he fixed His faulting body and dent. She then sat behind Wally and grabbed the handles from behind him and sped towards the hospital Bruce had special doctors assigned to.

"Wally. Don't worry im getting you help!" Artemis kissed his shoulder as they drive forwards, speeding down the road.

Bruce pulled into the bat cave and stepped out, looking around in a panic.

"ALFRED!?" Bruce yelled as loud as he could.

He ran around before finding he wasn't down there. So he ran to the elevator, not bothering to change his suit. He rushed inside and slammed his fist on the up button, pacing back and forth.

Ding

He rushed out of the elevator and into his private study. He quickly ran out and looked down the halls. One end, leading to the end of the hall, was empty, but the other way, leading to the main hall, connected to the stairs and lobby if the Manor, he noticed blood, making his skin grow pale, and his blood run cold.

"No...", He began to shuffle forwards. "No no no...!" He teared up as he then shifted into a sprint, and a full on run. "Alfred!?" He skidded to a stop and looked to the source of the blood.

"...." Bruce threw his cowl off and moved towards Alfred, his friend. His family, and collapsed to his knees next to him.

The stab wounds and the crowbar.

So brutal.

"W-who!?" He whimpered tears flooding his eyes. "D-did this to you!?"

He snatched his cowl and pulled it on, and held his hands over the knife in his chest and the other over the center of the crowbar.

"Computer. S-scan the weapons for fingerprints!" Bruce spoke.

*Scanning

*DNA results completed.

Slade Wilson, Richard Grayson, Joker.

Status.

Slade Wilson: deceased?

Joker: unknown

Richard Grayson: unknown

Last sighting. Wayne Manor.

Pulling up camera feedback now.

Feedback ready.*

"Play the footage!" Bruce growled.

So then, the footage if the night began to play, when Wally left for the showers, when Slade snuck in and manipulated his head using his trigger word. He watched Richard kill Alfred, under Slade's mind control. And how Joker knocked Richard out and stabbed the crowbar into Alfred's skull and carried the boy out.

He also watched, how Slade glitched before following the clown. How curious.

Bruce stood and writhed and punched his fist through the wall, panting angrily. He felt like he was going to Kill Joker. This time kill him. He had a feeling Slade wasn't dead, so he may kill him to. Only time will tell, but this was too much to handle. He needed to find Richard, and that was all that mattered. He was greatfull for Artemis getting Wally as he saw on the footage, saving him some time.

"I'm coming Dick." Bruce growled. "Don't worry!"