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Post by missj on Aug 2, 2011 19:20:39 GMT -5
It was eerily silent in Gotham. Ever since the Joker had broken out of Arkham, the city had been holding its breath; praying that the mad man would head to Metropolis and leave the troubled city alone. Of course, with the embargo in effect and the blockade set up on the outskirts of the city, everyone knew it was a hopeless wish. They were all trapped inside the crumbling city with the craziest of the crazy.
The Joker, of course, had affairs to get in order before he could bring the city to its knees. Batman had to pay for his negligence. The vigilante needed to be taught that he didn’t get to lock the Joker up and ignore him. He was the thorn in one’s side that didn’t go away with a simple pair of tweezers. No, he was like a staph infection. He needed a lot of attention. But, the Bat would soon realize his negligence was unacceptable. The Joker had already planted the seed of doubt in young Nightwing’s mind. Now it was time to water the seed and watch it grow.
Setting his trap perfectly, the Joker waited in a bell tower in an abandoned area that had been declared mob territory. Of course, the mob who had claimed said territory were now scattered around it with Joker smiles’ plastered to their faces. It was perfect. There were plenty of large oak trees that lined the path leading to the bell tower, of which the Joker had set up plenty of distractions and ambushes.
The key was to goad the young man into running into the tower. Of course, the recording of shrieks for help that the Joker intended to use would lead the eager man in and when the doors locked him in the tower, he would flood it with nerve toxin. After that, it’d be open season. Joker couldn’t wait.
Placing his plan in motion, the Joker dropped the needle on the record player, letting the shrieks and cries of help from a young man echo through the empty land in front of the bell tower. It was only a matter of time, then the Joker would have his pet bird.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 2, 2011 21:19:21 GMT -5
(ooc: hope it is alright. I can change it if it needs it. sorry for it being so long)
Nightwing was on the job once again. All the chaos that had become his life just seemed to continue on at time. But tonight he was just going to patrol. Dick had had a couple of average patrols lately. Though with the FBI around, it had not been easy going about with the regular work with going after the criminals.
The city was closed in, and people were getting angry over the new lives they seemed to have to adapt to in these times. And when people had to adapt, it did not make it easy for others. Many try to go on with their day to day lives ignoring what was around them. But the tension was growing on the mod, the crooks, and the crazies. Not to mention, the vigilantes were starting to feel the pressure of it all as well.
They were all boxed in with nowhere to go. And the people trying to lives their lives seemed to be getting ready to snap. Some even turning to crime, while others walked on eggshells. Dick and the rest of the vigilantes continued about their business, but with more caution over their locations.
As Nightwing, Dick had tried to keep a low profile of late after everything that had been going on. Though he still was able to manage getting out on his motorcycle every once in a while to make it around town faster. It was just a matter of taking the less traveled routes the police seemed to avoid. And that night was no different, had it not been for the news that the Joker was on the loose again.
Figures...That guy didn't sit still for long. Dick had seen it coming a mile away. And soon the Joker would be calling for the Bat's attention. It was always how it played out. Though, this evening was proving to be interesting. After over hearing a panicked man stuttering of an event that had gone down that night in gang territory, it was enough for Dick to pick up the possible position of the Joker. It was the first time since his escape that he had been able to pick up any trace of the mad man's where abouts. When the Joker didn't want to be seen, he could do it almost as well as the Bat when it came to location and hiding.
The man had gone into shock sooner after that, not able to describe the situation in full explanation. Any man who had a run in with the Joker for the first time would probably had been the same way after possible barely escaping. Though, a slight alarm was set off in Dick mind. The Joker wasn't usually one to let anyone get away that easily, but the man could have been lucky for all he knew.
All he knew was he had enough information to figure out the Joker's location. It had only taken a look at the crook who had stumbled into a local rogue hang out to figure out who they were associated with and the gangs usual territories. Nightwing knew well enough without having to listen to the man blather on. The guy had hardly gotten his words out after the encounter he must have gone through.
Nightwing had taken every short cut and stuck to the lesser traveled roads in Gotham to get out to the outskirts of Gotham. He had checked over a few places, but it was the location of the old Gotham bell tower that grabbed his attention the most. Traveling down the lane, Dick had spotted a man laying face down on the ground. He stopped his motorcycle, parking it out of sight and walked over to the motionless body.
Once he got close enough, he turned it over only to see that he was in the right location. The man had been taken down with a Joker toxin. The sick smile plastered on the man's face said it all. And in the distance, Dick could hear the cries of a man in the direction of the old tower.
Staying off to the side and down one row of trees, Dick started to make his way to the tower, trying to stay out of right. As he continued to move on, the cries become louder and he was getting closer. Nightwing crept along the trees, and noticed something glistening in the light given off by the moon. He looked over only to see that it was the barrel of a gun, pointed at him!
And just as he spotted it, the gun was fired off in his direction. The rapid continuous rounds of a machine gun. Nightwing didn't wait around running behind the trees just getting ahead of the firing range. As soon as he got a chance to stop as the man firing seemed to be reloading, Dick pulled out a wingding and threw it in the man's direction, hearing painfully yell as it made contact with the attacker.
The yelling within the tower become more frequent as Nightwing drew closer. He continue to race toward the building at a even pace to stay hidden. But as he got closer yet again, this time there were two rounds of machine guns going off. One off the the side Dick had been trying to stay off to, and it drove him away and toward the other side of the path, to the next tree line. And the position of the second gun men had been going off some where form behind Nightwing at an angle.
Not taking any chances, Nightwing took off toward the bell tower. Almost being driven that way, but there was someone within in possible danger that needed his help. He continued on, getting closer and closer as he threw a few wingdings behind him at the two firing. Just as he was getting closer to the tower another guns man gave away his position not too far away from Nightwing.
Dick didn't have time to react before he was withing yard of the tower. He needed to get out of the range of fire. He was their only target. He hadn't had time to get a look at who had been firing at him. But from racing pass all the paralyzed bodies of the mob that had been running these grounds, it was most likely not them.
Making it to the tower, Nightwing ran inside and hide off to the side of the door. This would give him the better chance to strike back. Though the yells and cried of the man in the tower, echoed down to him from within the heights of the tower.
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Post by missj on Aug 2, 2011 21:43:51 GMT -5
Thus far, everything was working out perfectly in the Joker’s scheme. Nightwing was inside the bell tower looking for the shrieking man. The Joker couldn’t wait to see his face once he realized he had screwed things up. Again. How poetic. How perfect. He looked back at the black and white surveillance screen that was plagued with static and saw the vigilante take cover behind the cement wall. This couldn’t have worked out better for him.
With the press of a button, a second steel door slammed shut over the opening, locking Nightwing in the bell tower. Each of the small glass windows were covered by automatic steel coverings before the stairwell was finally cut off; capturing Nightwing inside small room where no air could escape. The building had clearly been modified for the use of the mob. The Joker was going to take full advantage of that.
Several speakers crackled to life as a spotlight illuminated the record player in the corner that suddenly stopped playing the recording of the shrieking man. In its place came a gentle hiss from the megaphone attached to the record player; a nerve toxin, sufficient enough to paralyze one without rendering them unconscious. In other words, Nightwing would feel everything but remain unable to move. ”Ah, my favorite little Bird Brain! How nice of you to stop by! I was hoping to catch a big fat Bat…” His voice boomed hollowly over the speakers as he taunted the vigilante. ”But, I guess you’ll just have to do, won’t you? Go ahead, try to escape. I’m afraid that you’re locked in. AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!”
His crazed laughter echoed through the bell tower, over the speakers and the hissing of the toxins, and above the Nightwing’s heart beat that was surely racing. It had all gone gloriously! Now for the fun part.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 2, 2011 23:08:18 GMT -5
Dick was caught off guard by the door slamming shut as he had went to try and attack from the doorway. The large steel door trapping him within the building. He would be kicking himself if he could for not thinking ahead about what he had just gotten himself into. He should have known the building was more than what it had once been back when it used to run. The mob would have gone and upgraded it.
Turning around he heard the sound of more of these steel doors sliding down an blocking out the windows as well as the stair way. Dick turned around and was surrounded by darkness in the empty room that he was now trapped in.
Then there was a light shining down upon the one corner of the room revealing the source of the crackling sound after the shrieking stopped that had started shortly after the exits were closed off, Dick pounded his fist into the steel door in frustration that he had fell for this trap.
And when he heard the hissing sound, he knew things were about to get worse. He had no idea what type of toxin it might be. Then that horrible voice came around the speaker. The haunting laugh of the Joker echoing in the room. "Joker," he snarled in reply. Dick tried to look around for away out. But it was no use.
Nightwing tried to stay up against the walls, there was no way to get away from the toxins filling the room. It was air tight, like many of the mobs traps. He should have known better. And now he was paying for it.
As the toxin started to each him, Dick tried to reach for his breathing mask, but didn't stand a chance. The toxin had taken over the room in a matter of seconds. He begin to cough as he had trouble breathing with the toxin now getting into his system. His body beginning to hunch forward as it stated to take immediate affect. Coughing and trying to gasp for air that he would not be able to get in the room full of toxins, Dick fell to his knees.
And not long ofter that he fell to the floor, his arms trying to support him. He wasn't going down without a fight. Trying to fend off against the toxins, even though he didn't stand a chance. As the final of the toxin stated to take affect, Dick collapsed to the ground. Have dazed by the toxins at first, but still able to lightly see what was around him.
His body had been trying to fight off the toxin that he had lost the air he needed to think straight at the moment. But he knew he was trapped and his body was not responding to his mind telling himself to get back up and try and get out of there. There, Nightwing's body lay motionless, beside the rapped breathing as his lung tried to fill with air again as the toxin seemed to pass.
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Post by missj on Aug 2, 2011 23:33:19 GMT -5
The Joker clapped gleefully as he watched Nightwing slowly collapse to the cement floor as the nerve toxin took its effects. An added bonus to Joker’s chemically altered appearance was immunity to all forms of toxins; including any kind of neurological toxins. Thus, he was able to skip down the stair well after opening the door blocking Nightwing in from above without any adverse effects from the gas. It was also beneficial because this meant that the Joker could continue to pump the toxin into the structure at regular intervals to keep the young vigilante subdued without any adverse effects to himself. Of course, he wanted the boy to remain conscious and to feel what was happening to him, so he couldn’t leave the toxin pumping at all times. It would probably cause his body to shut down, which the Joker would not have.
”You’re too easy, Bird Brain. Fatman never would have fallen for that old trick, heheh.” The Joker reached down and pulled the man towards him, supporting him under his arm pits. Grunting, he began walking backwards as he attempted to drag the muscular vigilante up the decaying steps of the bell tower. ”Oof! Trust me kid,” The Joker’s words came through gritted teeth as he struggled to carry him up the steps, ”This’ll hurt you a lot more than me…”
An eternity later, which was really only about five minutes, the Joker had the boy at the top of the bell tower. Dropping Nightwing casually, not caring if the man smacked his head on the ground or not, the Joker gasped for breath. ”What is the Bat feeding you!? Dear God… you weren’t that heavy last time!” He giggled to himself as he thought back to the last time he had young Robin ensnared in a trap. That was almost ten years ago. Yeesh, the clown was getting old.
Tearing himself from his own reverie, the Joker took a deep breath before lugging the vigilante one last time onto a cement platform in the center of the room; it was used to stand on to reach the rope to ring the bell. Only, now it had been outfitted with restraints for the Joker to use as a torture table.
Before securing the boy, the Joker began to search him thoroughly. “Heh, I asked a TSA agent for a few techniques!” He giggled at his own Joke as he removed the utility belt, gauntlets, and boots from the boy, placing them on a metal surgical tray right next to his head; out of reach, but in sight to torment him. He then moved around and secured the metal shackles to each wrist and ankle and finally one across his waist. He was not taking any chances with this bird. He was caged. “Any last words?”
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 3, 2011 1:03:49 GMT -5
Dick could do nothing as he saw light coming front the once closed off stair case. And as the ghoulish figure of the Joker seemed to prance his way down into the locked of chamber, Dick could not get away. As much as he wanted to get up and put up a fight, his body lay limp on the ground. Unable to put of the fight he so wanted to keep the Joker away from him.
Nightwing was left looking up at the crazed clown. His own hard blue eyes watching as the clown got closer. The usual stoney look he would normal give the clown had some hint of worry over what was to happen to him. His breathing was still rapped as he tried to gain the air that wasn't the toxin, but no luck in that room. Dick was not about to show any fear to his capture. One hint at the moment would only open the door for the Joker to continue.
The affect of the first dose of toxin had his brain rattled at the moment, He couldn't think clearly after the first affect. He could hear what the Joker was saying, but couldn't bring himself to respond to his comments.
Dick really wished he could at least try to get away from the freak that was now attempting to lift him up. It was one of the worst things that could have happened having this clown dragging him off. If it had been someone else, the situation might have been funny to see the Joker actually trying to lift the dead weight. But it wasn't. It was Nightwing that was the dead weight and in the hands of the Joker.
As he was being dragged up the stairs, he could feel every step that he was being dragged over. The old boards creeping under the weight of the clown trying to drag the lifeless body up the stairs. Nightwing could do nothing, but go long with it. For five minutes the clown struggled to get him to the top of the tower.
Once at the top, the Joker just seemed to throw him to the side. Dick's back falling back to the ground, his head and arms falling hard against the old stones that made up part of the old tower. Landing with a thud, Dick's head started to pound. He couldn't tell if it was the headache that was coming on from the toxin and the hit to the ground or if it was his own heart beat he could hear.
Glancing over at the Joker, the man was a pathetic sight to Nightwing. Exactly the reason the Joker was luck he had taken the approach he had to the visitation from the vigilante. Nightwing just glared at the clown from where he lay motionless on the ground. His breath back to normal since they had gone through the climb to the more open top of the bell tower.
After a while of finally being out of the toxin chamber from the lower part of the tower, Dick's mind was starting to clear a bit. He was becoming fully aware of what was going on around him. He was able to turn his head to the side, but could not move his arms. The most he could get was a small switch in his fingers when he tried to move.
And once he saw the Joker recompose himself, Nightwing was only again being dragged off. It looked like over to a concrete slab. Dick was a bit surprised the Joker had actually been able to hoist him up onto the table. He gave a deathly glare at the Joker at his comment as he begin to remove the equipment that Nightwing used to store his gear. It was almost the exact same look the Batman would have probably given if face in the same situation. While still glaring, his eyes followed as Joker took his gear away from him. The back of his heels and the palms of his hands now bare against the cold slab he was laying upon.
If he could have moved, he would have taken a swing at the Joker. The clown was only able to go this because he had put Nightwing into an almost paralyzed state. Dick was a fighter and he wouldn't let it go down this way. But at the moment, he didn't stand a chance at attack the Joker. And now the Joker had secured him to the slab with shackles. The Joker was playing it safe this way. He knew all to well, that Nightwing was a great escape artist when it came down to things like this. Joker had only gotten lucky by thinking this out so thoroughly.
And at the Joker's comment, Dick looked at the pale clown and continued to glare at him. "Yeah...You're going to regret this," he growled at him in a harsh tone. Dick was not going to let the clown get away with this. As Nightwing, he would strike back and make the Joker pay for what he was about to do. Dick had no idea what the Joker had in store for him. The room was too dim to really see much else beside were the slab was and where Joker had put his stuff. If he could have Dick's bare hands would have been balled into fists and he would be fighting against the restrains. But he couldn't he was left with his hands laying at his sides and his leg unable to move.
He couldn't move an inch. He was only able to move his head around to see what was going on around him. His mind was clearing of the toxin and he was able to attack back with a sharp tongue to the Joker's comments. His muscles were so limp, be couldn't believe that he couldn't move them, but he could feel everything around him. Dick could feel the shackles restraining him and the cold hard surface of the slab. The weaker right muscle on the back of his leg pressed up against the table. Without the boot on his right foot, he had lost the support for Achillies muscle that had taken a stab to it a little over a month ago. The stitches still remained, but the wound has seen then greatly healed within that time. The only thing hiding the scarring of where the injury still lay was the black suit that stretched down into where the boot had sat on top of.
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Post by missj on Aug 3, 2011 11:40:22 GMT -5
The Joker placed a hand under his chin in a thoughtful gesture as if he were pondering Nightwing’s words. It was a curious suggestion to insist that he would regret tormenting the boy. He thought of any past encounters such as these and whether he had regretted them. …Nope, not a one. He shrugged his shoulder haphazardly before placing his index finger on the vigilante’s forehead, steadying his movements. “No, I don’t think I will. You see, you came to me and challenged me. You struck me in the cell. As far as I’m concerned, you were asking for this, Bird Brain. Besides, when was the last time Batman had a movie night?”
He stepped over to the corner and flipped a few switches before returning to his captive’s side with a menacing glare. ”Smile pretty, Robin, you’re on candid camera!” His laugh echoed through the bell tower as he pointed out the camera hanging from the ceiling right next to the only source of light, looking down at young Nightwing. The red dot shining below the camera was Nightwing’s indication that it was in fact recording. ”I thought about giving Bats a live feed, but I thought this might be more fun! Maybe I’ll stuff the disc inside you so they find it during your autopsy!” His laugh boomed out again as he skipped around the room, deciding what to start with first.
Pulling out his switch blade, the Joker slowed down and inspected his captive. Where to start… With a sudden lunge, he pierced Nightwing’s side just between the Kevlar plating on his suit. He smiled as he watched his victim begin to bleed. The first of many, many wounds to come.
Moving to Nightwing’s right side, the Joker repeated the action, only this time he widened the wound with his knife, dragging upward and pushing deeper until he could almost feel the knife scraping against the boy’s ribs. He looked at Nightwing’s face, searching for the pained reaction he desired. He knew it would come with time, he just hoped the boy could hold out for a while longer.
”There’s no point in being brave, Nightwing. It’s just your good ol’ Uncle Joker. I already know what a wuss you are.” His grin grew as he circled his prey. ”Harvey told me how you screamed and begged for Batman to come save you as he beat you with a crow bar, but the Bat didn’t show. He was out saving Gotham. He was too busy for you. Everyone’s always been too busy for you. So, Harv just kept hitting you and hitting you and hitting you until you cried like a little girl, screaming for the Batman. Only, he didn’t show for a few more hours. By then, it was too late. You were practically dead anyways.” He lowered his head until he was even with the boy’s ear, whispering menacingly. ”I heard you begged Harvey to kill you and get it over with.”
He stood up with a look of disgust on his face before slashing his knife across Nightwing’s chest, cutting through the Kevlar suit’s emblem but not quite reaching the flesh. ”You’re pathetic. No wonder you’re so easy to capture. No wonder the Batman didn’t bother saving you from Harvey. He knew you were a waste of time. But it’s ok, kiddo! I think you’re valuable. Who else could I torment Batsy with? HehehehahahahahahaaHAHAA!”
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 3, 2011 12:37:49 GMT -5
Dick head was lifted an inch off the slab a bit to look at the Joker. His muscle having trouble supporting his action with the lack of control he had over them. He knew the Joker would have no remorse, but Nightwing would make him pay for this. He wasn't going to let the Joker get away with this. Nightwing never backed down from a challenge.
He was disgusted as the clown laid a finger on his forehead, pushing his head back down onto the slab and forcing to looked the Joker in the eyes. As the Joker spoke, Dick closed his eyes and whipped his head to the side to avoid further eye contact with the clown, escaping the hold of the Joker's finger from on his forehead. He wasn't going to let him get to him. Dick could see the Joker walk away from the slab, only to hear a few switches being hit and a bright light came on. Dick squinted as the light was hard on his eyes from where he lay.
At the Joker's words, Dick could see the hint of a small red light shining in the same direction the light was coming from. He looked at it as he tried to get a better look. Though, only to turn his head away and not look into it any longer. The bright light hurting his eyes and making his head hurt again. "Good luck with that. You'll have to kill me first," Dick retorted at the comments. Not the wises thing to say, but enough to show he hadn't given up just because of the situation seemed against him.
Though it with the blinding light, Dick caught a glimpse of the shining metal blade of a knife being pulled out. Dick tried to struggle, but was still unable to move. He could tell what was coming by the movement of the Joker, he braced himself as the blade pierced into his left side going right through his suit. He bit down hard, almost grinding his teeth together as he tired to withhold any shouts in pain. His eyes shut tight as he took the pain. The shadow cast by the Joker stretched over him as the clown moved to the other side and repeated the action. Dick once again bracing himself and not letting any yells escape him as he felt the blade. His eyes widening and he looked off toward an empty corner, trying to escape the pain. His shoulder tense as he wished he could get away from this. His breathing becoming faster at the shock of the sudden action the Joker had taken.
He tried to regain himself from the attacks as the Joker circled him. Not looking at the clown, he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting his comments getting to him. "You're living in the past, trying to relive the old so call glory days," Dick replied through heavy breaths as he continued to withhold a reaction to the pain. Thought when the clown lower himself to ear level with the vigilante, Dick glared at the clown and spat out drily, "I don't beg for death."
As the clown moved away from him, Dick saw him raise his blade. He flinched as the blade came within less than a millimeter from his skin as the knife was slashed across his chest. A large tear now lay across his chest where the knife had cut through. His chest raising and falling as he tried to remain still even though he couldn't move anyways. The clown still haunting him now with the past and saying how worthless he was to Batman. "I rather be dirty than to be worth anything to you, you lunatic. You know nothing about me," Dick replied. He could careless about the facts of the days of Robin. They were over. "And you don't know the Bat as much as you think you do," he tried to haunt the clown himself a bit. No one knew the Batman. A smug look on his face as he looked up at the Joker. It was either the dumbest thing he had done or perhaps the guttiest move against the situation. Either way, he wasn't going to let the clown talk him down.
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Post by missj on Aug 3, 2011 13:35:57 GMT -5
He watched Nightwing’s face with hungry eyes as he observed every twitch of each facial muscle as the Joker stabbed his victim. The clown’s grin only grew as he watching Nightwing struggle to keep his screams of pain bottled up. The poor boy was wasting his energy. Eventually, they all caved. It was just a matter of finding the right spot.
The Joker laughed as he stepped back, turning a nob on the water main to that a steady drop, drop, dropping could be heard from a leaky pipe. The rhythmic sound was common to the Joker, but for Nightwing, it would annoy the hell out of him. Physical and psychological torture plus the constant dripping? He’d be out of his mind by the time he was done. After all, insanity just took a little push. Gravity does the rest.
”That’s the intent, Nightwing. You kinda have to be dead before someone performs an autopsy. Seriously, you are dumb.” He patted the young vigilante trivially on the head before wielding his knife again, waving it through the air menacingly. He listened to each of Nightwing’s responses carefully, calculating his reaction perfectly. ”If I was living in the past, I would have dressed you in one of your old Robin costumes and beaten you with a crowbar.” His tone was short as an annoyed look crossed his face. He wasn’t going to let this brat undermine his perfect plot nor ignore the pure brilliance in it. The Joker was not some random brute. He was an artist who specialized in the area of murder.
Turning his back on the boy briefly, the Joker retrieved a small, purple, cylindrical container; something he knew the boy would recognize the moment he saw it. Joker toxin. “You know what your problem is, Birdie? You take things waay too seriously. Why, I’ve haven’t seen you smile in years. So, I whipped up something special for you.” He pressed down on the top of the cylinder which caused a needle at the opposite end to pop out. ”Just remember, the more you resist, the more it hurts.”
With his grin growing, the Joker pressed the needle into the vigilante’s neck, pressing the top of the container again to dispense the toxin into his victim’s body. Now, this toxin was extremely watered down. It would cause Nightwing to giggle, not quite as uncontrollably as most, but he would still feel his mind warped with laughter. He would also feel the tugging of his lips and tightening of his face as it contorted into his Joker grin. Basically, this drug would make Nightwing feel the effects of having Joker toxin in his system, but he would still be conscious enough to remember it; enough to damage his psyche.
For an added bonus, the Joker pulled out a crowbar and smashed it against Nightwing’s ribs several times until he heard a satisfying snap. With all the laughing Nightwing was about to be doing, cracked ribs were going to make it impossibly more painful. "Oops! Looks like I am living in the past... heheheheHAHA!" He would learn what it meant to take on the Joker.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 3, 2011 14:19:21 GMT -5
The sound of water dripping caught Dick's attention. And his mind started to focus on it for a moment as the Joker came back towards him. Listen to the clown as he spot, he glared up at the clown has he was patted on the head, The Joker would pay for this. He treated him as if he was nothing more than a minor pest and a threat at all. Nightwing would show what a threat he was once he got out of his. He wasn't going to fall victim to the hands of the Joker, not this way. "That's not the point," Dick mumbled over the Joker missing the fact that he had meant he wasn't going to be able to kill him. He wasn't going to allow it. No matter what, he was going to fight.
He got a moment to turn away from the clown, as the Joker went over to retrieve something. His eyes trying to locate the sound of the dripping pipe somewhere within the tower. Dick's mind trying to focus on what was going on, but the constant rhythm of the water dripping was distracting. His attention drawn back to the clown as he came back towards him.
By the way the Joker said it and the look of what he was holding in his one hand, Dick knew exactly what it was. Joker toxin...Nightwing desperately tried to struggle against his restrains, not much more than him being able to start moving his shoulders, but hardly enough to cause the Joker any worry. His fingers wanting to dig his nails into the slab of the table as the Joker approached with the needle. Dick pulled away in the direction trying to escape the needle, but it was no good.
He could feel the toxin surging into his system. He tried to fight it off. There was no way he was going to let the Joker win this. Dick closed his eyes and started to thrash his head from side to side as he tried to fend off the toxin getting to his mind, gritting his teeth as he tried. His system still trying to restrain them even though he had been rendered helpless against fighting back.
Nightwing's chest heaved up and down faster as he tried to control himself. Trying not to let the toxin take affect. His mind getting pulled away from his concentration. And with the crowbar landing on his rib cage, it had been too much for him to control it. "Ahh!" He had finally cried out as the crowbar came down on his ribs. A smile creeping onto his face as he tried to restrain himself. Within another few blows from the crowbar, Nightwing continued to cry out over the pain as he could feel one crack.
At this point, the toxin was taking more affect. A smile was almost on his face as he cried out in pain, followed by gasps to catch his breath after the wind being knocked out of him, laughter start to come between his breathes as he struggle to breath properly. His chest aching from the pain of his ribs as he continued to laugh. His lungs having trouble taking in the air through his laughter and his attempt to regain himself over the pain.
"You are going to pay for this...no matter what it takes," Dick said through the laughter that was forced from his system because of the toxin. The constant dripping still within his mind, as the toxin started to magnify the subtle sounds. His head lay flat against the slab looking up, as he tried to regulate his breathing as he continued through his laughter. His ribs starting to hurt more as it continued.
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Post by missj on Aug 3, 2011 18:58:30 GMT -5
The Joker grinned wildly at his captive, swinging his arms open widely. ”Precisely! Why even have a point? Why does everyone live their lives with a certain set of rules? Why can’t they just live to live? Everyone needs rules now-a-days. Everyone but me, little birdie. I’m just trying to bring you to my level.”
He watched as realization struck Nightwing as to what was in his hand and his fate. This was the Joker’s favorite part: the reaction. Each person reacted in a different way when they realized what was going to happen to them. Some broke down crying and begging for mercy. Others would begin name calling and threat making. Nightwing did neither. He kept all verbal responses bottled up inside. The Joker shook his head. ”You’re wasting your energy, kid. Everyone caves eventually.”
As the rigor mortis like smile began to crawl onto Nightwing’s face and the laughter began to escape him, the Joker pulled up a stool next to the boy and sat cross legged on it in a way only the lanky man could do. He watched with joy as the boy’s walls were torn down around his psyche, watched the damage it was doing to his ribs, watched as Nightwing was reduced to a victim and not a vigilante.
The Joker giggled as he listened to Nightwing’s feeble threat. ”Will pay for it? I did pay for it!” He spread out his arms, indication all the different instruments in the room. ”I paid for everything in this room. Went and stole the ca- oh, you may have a point. Well, hmm…” He placed a hand under his chin thoughtfully before jumping off the stool enthusiastically. ”What the hey? When have I ever cared about paying for something? Hehehehe…”
He went over to the wall behind him, grabbing a large wooden paddle in his skinny white hands. Joker’s face was dark with hatred as he approached Nightwing’s feet, smiling madly. ”This is my favorite part about the toxin. I’m about to beat you silly, bruise your feet to the bone, and you’ll just laugh. You’re about to know what it feels like to be the mad man! HAHAHAHA!”
Drawing the paddle backwards, the Joker struck the bottom of Nightwing’s foot with the flat of the paddle; a resounding smack echoing through the room. Joker’s laughter grew with every strike as he hit Nightwing’s left foot over and over and over again until it was completely red and puffy. In a few hours, his foot would be black and blue. While nothing had been broken, it would certainly feel like the Joker had shattered his foot.
Contemplating whether to do the same to Nightwing’s right foot, the Joker looked back towards his wall of instruments for torture. A sickening grin came over his face as he looked back at the jumper cables hanging on the wall. Those would have to wait until later, when the Joker toxin wore off and the boy was slightly more coherent.
Instead, he repeated the process with the paddle to Nightwing’s foot; hitting the appendage until he broke a slight sweat from the effort. ”Whoo! Talk about a cardio workout! HehehHEHEH!”
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 3, 2011 19:37:38 GMT -5
Dick was lost in a fit of laughter, not taking as much notice to the Joker at the moment. As he still tried to gain control of himself. Through laughter he tried to be able to breathe, gasping for air. His chest heaving heavily as he tried to breath between laughing. Winced at every time as his rib sent pain to his mind. But his mind was not allowing him to react further than that.
He was growing frustrated that the clown was just dancing around avoiding his subject he was try to get to. But then again, this was the Joker. It was going to be his game. And no one except the Joker hated his games. All Dick could do was sit there and take it. There was nothing he could do, not until the toxins wore off. And as soon as they did, he'd give the Joker a really reason to laugh over this matter.
"Not as long as I can help it," he replied through his laughter as the Joker walked over to grab something. Coming back over with a paddle, Dick could only figure out what he was going to do with that as the Joker walked toward where his eat had been restrained.
And as the Joker swung away with the paddle at his left foot, Nightwing was left crying out in pain. Though it was only followed by laughter, that was uncontrollable. Dick tried as hard as he could to keep quiet. But with even trying to keep his mouth shut, the laughter burst out.
As the Joker continued the same thing has his right foot, Dick only performed in the same manner he had before. His will was strong and he was fighting. But the pain was over baring, though he did nothing but laugh. His ribs were killing him. The crowbar had done some damage and after laughing so hard, the affect was only enhanced.
Though, Nightwing did not cry out any pleads and begging the Joker to stop. Nightwing was still standing his ground. He could just give in like that. The constant dripping sound seemed to grow louder when there was silence between the Joker and the space around them. "You have no idea what...you're in for if I get loose," Dick said through laughter. Still determined that the Joker wasn't going to get away with this. His laughter still continued on.
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Post by missj on Aug 3, 2011 20:27:18 GMT -5
The Joker couldn’t help but smile as he watched Nightwing succumb to the laughing effects of the Joker toxin. It was about time the boy gave in and just had fun. The look of pain on his face, mixed with the tight smile from the toxin, was a beautiful sight to the twisted mad man. The only way it could get better was if Batman was lying on the marble slab instead of his protégé.
He listened to Nightwing as he tried to ramble through the laughter, surveying the wounds he had created carefully. Choosing the next place to strike was the key. Go too deep, and he could lose consciousness; too shallow, and he wouldn’t feel it over the existing pain.
Looking at his watch boredly, he noted to himself that the toxin would begin wearing off in the next few minutes. Then he would begin phase two of his plan. ”I know you haven’t laughed this hard in a long time! Batsy was never this funny, now was he? Heheheheheh…” He moved from his stool and grabbed the large pail of ice water that was sitting in the large basin in the corner.
With a slight struggle, the Joker brought the water over to where Nightwing was chained. ”You’re lookin’ a little green around the gills, Birdie. Here, let me cool you off.” His grin grew immeasurably as he poured the freezing water on his captive, covering his entire body. Joker stood patiently, waiting for his victim to begin shivering. That’s when the jumper cables would come in to use. That’s when he would really punish the vigilante.
”Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but your smile’s about to fade. But, don’t you worry, Nighty-night, I’ve got several more doses for you where that came from… hehehe…” He took his knife out again and slashed across the boy’s chest where he had previously cut through the Kevlar, nicking flesh this time. He watched as beads of blood appeared and smiled at his work.
He patted each knife wound on Nightwing’s body, trying to get the pain to burn through him. The Joker was all about affecting the mind. Stabs and burns would heal in relatively small amounts of time, but the psyche was another story. If he could break Nightwing, break him down to a groveling victim, then he would cause much more… permanent damage. The ultimate win for him.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 3, 2011 21:06:17 GMT -5
Dick felt the laughter that was being forced out of him, slowly begin to die down. His breathing was still heavy, trying to catch up with all the pain that he was suffering from after literally laughing til it hurt. But in this case, he had already sustained quite a bit of damage from the broken ribs, stabs, and not his beaten feet.
A small bit of laughter still come from him as he started to gain control over himself again. The toxin starting to fade and the smile along with it. He coughed a few time as he tried to catch his breath. With every cough, it rattled his chest and caused him more pain. He grimaced at the pain in his chest. Dick's head fell off to one side, exhausted from laughing so hard. His mind coming back to his control.
A light bit of laughs coming from him as he still tried to regain his composure as much as he could after all the torture the Joker had been doing to him so far. As the laughter was almost done with, his eyelids felt heavy. His chest returning to a steady rising and falling as his breathing was becoming back to normal. Though a hit of labored breathing over the broken ribs causing problems and more pain. He could feel the blood that now lay on the slab, from the stabs he had sustained.
He had no idea how long he had been kept like this. It felt like hours. The sound of the water constantly dripping only seemed to make time go slower. He let his head lay still trying to gather himself. And then the Joker came back with the comment about cooling him down. Dick turned his head only to see that the Joker had started pouring freezing cold water on him.
The cold water was a shock to the system. His body jerked when the water made contact with his body. And when he was splashed in the face, he shook his head a bit to try and get some water off his face. His shaggy black hair now plastered to his forehead from the water. Of course he had not worn the thermal suit he designed. It was still summer and he hadn't expected anything along these lines. Though if it had be facing Freeze and knowing ahead of time, that would have been a different situation.
Letting his head fall back against the slab again, Dick's body temperature started to drop. Being left in that old bell tower at night, made the build seem to have a chill within the stoned walls. And the cold water was only bringing that up more to him.
He saw the knife coming and braced himself again. His muscles getting tense. And this time his finger grabbed at the table. Though it did little help. Dick could feel the knife cutting across his chest. He bit his tongue not to yell out as the knife passed over him. But when the Joker began to lay a head on the cuts he had inflicted, Dick yelped a bit, trying to hold back what he could. He didn't like the idea of more doses of the toxin, his chest hurt beyond pain as the Joker laid a hand on the flesh cut and on top of the broken ribs,
Dick was getting a chill down his back as the cold water started to affect his more. His arms started to shake lightly as the chill began to wipe over his body. There was fear that started to come to his eyes behind the mask. He wasn't exactly sure what was coming, but he had a feeling he knew. And every level so far of the torment was increasing the pain level.
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Post by missj on Aug 3, 2011 23:17:21 GMT -5
The Joker circled the slab meticulously, watching as Nightwing shivered from the extreme cold. Everything was tumbling perfect into place. The boy had no clue what he had gotten himself into. That’s what Nightwing was to Joker; a boy. Sure, he was likely in his twenties now, possibly graduated from college or whatever it was that vigilantes did, and sure he had seen more death, corruption, and evil by the time he was twelve than most people have seen in an entire lifetime, but he was still just a boy. The innocence and naïve qualities he once held were long gone and the Joker was there to continue to descent into darkness and possible insanity.
”See, I toldya kiddo. Fighting is useless. Everyone cave’s eventually and fighting just saps the strength you’ll need later… as in right now.” He turned his back to Nightwing before setting a corroded car battery, which had been rigged to a surge protector plugged into the wall behind him, on the metal surgical table holding Nightwing’s gear. A steady electrical pulse coursed through the battery; as displayed by the random sparks that flared up. ”Now, if I remember my driver’s education course correctly, it’s positive to positive…” He clipped a red toothed clasp around the positive nob on the battery before connecting the opposite end to the metal shackle which was tightly attached to Nightwing’s right wrist.
”…and negative to negative ground. Hmm, I don’t see a negative ground. Guess this other shackle will have to do.” He repeated the process, clasping a black prong to the corroded battery and the other to the shackle on the left wrist.
Reaching into his pocket, the Joker pulled out a small remote and displayed it to his captive. ”Now, here’s the game, Boy Blunder. I’m gunna ask you a question. You give me the right answer, and I might not shock you. But, give me the wrong answer, and I will most definitely shock you. Capice?” As a warning, the Joker flipped a switch on the controller with allowed a flood of electrical energy to run from the battery into the abused man’s body. He smiled as the sparks lit up his features devilishly.
Of course, the questions wouldn’t be simple trivia. They would be more questions to unravel the boy’s psyche. It was all a process. ”Tell me, Bird Brain, what really happened that night with Two-Face. Walk me through it.” His grin became malicious as he circled the table, his eyes never leaving those of his captive.
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