Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 4, 2011 0:31:21 GMT -5
Dick tried to keep himself calm under the pressure as he saw the Joker bring out a car battery. His eyes widened as if to say 'you've got to be kidding me'. Of course Joker would try something like that after drenching him in freezing cold water. His body shaking more from the drop in his body temperature than in fear. The water had barely ran off the slab what so ever, leaving Nightwing laying in the water that had stayed on the slab.
His eyes followed the movement of the Joker, as he walked over to the right side of him and hooked one cable to the right shackle. Joking all the while as he moved about to set up his next torment. Dick feared that the battery might already be plugged in as the Joker continued on toward hooking the other cable to the left shackle. He tried to pull away, his hands in fists as he tried to shift a bit. A little more movement coming from his arms. He winced in pain over the muscles trying to tighten over the broken ribs. His feet feel numb after the cold water had been dumped on him.
At the moment, he was glad he couldn't feel that pain for now. But it was worsened by the fact that Joker was adding electricity to the mix. He flinched again, half expecting a shock as soon as the negative line had been attacked to the shackle. Dick was relieved when nothing happened. Until he saw the Joker pull out a controller. This couldn't be good..
Dick listened to the clown carefully, narrowing his eyes as the clown explained the little game of his. He had a feeling all his answers would be seen as wrong even if he knew they were correct. The Joker wasn't going to make this easy. He didn't like how the Joker emphasized the might as he spoke.
Without even the slightest of a warning, the Joker had flipped a switch sending off an electric charge from the battery to the shackles. The electricity quickly spreading through the shackles and up Nightwing's arms, sending a shock through out his body. The water on the slab only making it that much worse for Nightwing as he was drenched in the cold water. He tried not to yell out, as he gritted his teeth and his eyes were tightly shut and then yelling out in pain over begin shocked. The electricity pulsing down his spine and carrying on through out his body.
"Alright! Alright! I'll answer them," he cried out. His breathing heavy and fast as he gained feel of his body without the electricity pulsing through, at the moment. His shoulders shaking violently after the shock. His body still trembling. His eyes wide open and alert to what was going on around him. Nightwing's blue eyes following the every movement of the Joker after that shock. He was scare to answer the question wrong. The shock was a wake up call, but he knew there was more to come. He was just going to do his best to help maybe prevent them.
Dick began to breath more rapidly, the fear of being shocked again lingering. Pain came across his face as his ribs stated to ache again because of his fast breathing. His heart racing after what had just happened. He couldn't not answer the what the Joker was asking him to do. He was afraid just how high a voltage that battery had and he didn't want to find out.
"That night, it was either help Batman or save the DA. I went off, I tried to save the DA," Dick started, recalling the event of that night so long ago. The night that had changed his view on crime fighting. "Two-Face had set a trap. One of his two edged traps. I didn't know that he would spring something like that. I had to chose between helping Batman or rescuing the DA..."
His eyes still on the clown as he circled him. "I had gotten the DA pass the first trap...But I didn't know Two-Face had set another one...," he started to trail off. It wasn't beating that haunted Dick over what had happened that night. It was what happened to the DA. His sight fell from the clown circling him, away...looking off into the darkness. Closing his eyes, he remembered that day all to well. But his mind reminded him that Joker had the controller. His looked back over toward him. The switch only one movement away from the Joker's fingers. He tensed up again, the guilty that haunted him coming back to mind. He was silent for a few moments before he went on to say, "I didn't know it was a trap with no survival chance...I tried to save him. I tried to get him out of there! I didn't know..."
Nightwing turned his head away again, closing his eyes tightly at the thought. One stupid mistake had cost the life of one man. Someone who could have possible been able to help the town at the time. But Dick was young then, it happened so long ago. Sure there had been a few other times that he hadn't been able to save someone. But it wasn't often. This one had changed things for the better in Dick's crime fighting life, but it came at too great a price. The sound of the water still dripping echoing through out his mind as he tried to escape the present torture.
"The DA fell into another trap. I couldn't save him...I tried, but I failed...," he was silent again for a moment. "Two-Face came up behind me and struck me with the crowbar. I fell to the ground. I didn't stand a chance to react against the attack. He kept coming at me with the crowbar...," he said. Still not looking at the clown at this point.
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Post by missj on Aug 4, 2011 14:27:43 GMT -5
The Joker's smile widened as he listened to Nightwing relive one of his most terrifying moments. It was one of, if not the, first times that the young vigilante had seen someone die and it was because of his direct failure. What better way to torment the young man? And even better than that, it was all being recorded for Batman's viewing pleasure.
He continued to circle methodically around his prey, absorbing every detail. When he stopped his story telling after the first blow, the Joker gave him a look of extreme displeasure. "EHHH! Wrong!" He made a buzzer sound before pressing down on the remote, lighting the room up with electrical jolts as he watched the energy surge through the battered boy.
"Now, tell me what happened next, Nightwing. Tell me how it felt to be beaten with inches of your life. Tell me the desperation you felt when you realized Batsy wouldn't be there in time. Tell me how angry you were at the Batman for showing up too late." He flicked the switch again, relieving Nightwing of his torment for a brief moment.
Joker's eyes were hungry as he saw the pain on Nightwing's face. He wasn't going to get away with not giving the Joker every detail he wanted. He would break the vigilante. Batman would not break this easily and as stubborn as he was, the pieces would never be picked back up.
No, if the Joker broke Nightwing, that would be one step towards breaking the Batman. The first step to the downfall of Gotham's Dark Knight. As far as the Joker was concerned, everything he did was simply done for two reasons; to bring Gotham to her knees and to push the Batman as far as he could be pushed.
No matter how distant Batman and Nightwing grew, the original Robin would always break the Batman the most. He was the first person he trusted to take on the streets with him and he was the first person to face the Joker with him. He knew that Batman had to have reservations about letting the young boy face the scum of Gotham, and this would just prove that he was right and that he had ultimately failed him.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 4, 2011 21:29:58 GMT -5
Dick did not want to continue on. There was no point. At least to him. He hated remember that night. The only time he did was to try and learn from it. Though it may seem tough to, he had been able to learn quite a few things from that encounter with Two-Face. Things he had needed to improve, and picking up on how Two-Face thought, and learning how Batman worked. After that attack he had taken a bit of time off from Robin. And he had seen how worried Bruce had become after that with having other fight along with him. But Dick had proved to Bruce time and time again that Dick was more than capable of handing the work of a vigilante. He was trained well in many forms of marshal arts and was a natural acrobat with a life time of training.
He had only stopped speaking because he did not want to go on. He knew were Joker was going with this. Dick's mind wasn't that lost. He only submitted the first time to get away from the shocks of electricity. And remembering the event only made it hurt more thinking about it. He had gotten over it, but the lose of a life at your hands was always hard to get over. His mind had just slipped into a mindset to try and avert the torture and had not wanted to got into torture of its own.
His own mind started to wander off a bit. Trying to get away from this. Hearing the Joker imitation of a buzzer, the waves of electricity were sure to follow. The electric charge once again surging through his body. His eyes tightly shut again as the electricity came on again. He tried to restrain himself again from yelling out, but it was no good, the currant was too strong and his body would not allow him to hold back with no other escape from it. His body shaking as the shock pulsed through him again. His fist clenched tightly. Dick could still hear the Joker. His mind not able to grasp the concept just yet with it set on being shocked.
Once the electricity stopped, Dick's body stopped shaking. His breaking becoming more heavy, drawn in in slow breathes. His ribs aching and his head screaming out in pain within his own mind. He ignored it all. Trying to get his mind out of the torture he was being put through. But that constant drip drip drip of the water was keeping him from getting away.
Opening his eyes again and looking up and away from the Joker. He thought about the Joker's words. He caught a glimpse of the red light of the camera still recording. His mind remembering and thinking through what the Joker had said.
Then his mind registered the words of the Joker. He was trying to get him to blame Batman for what had happened. What had happened happened. Dick didn't blame Bruce for what happened that night. He did blame Bruce for more of the resent things that had happened between them. How he always set the rules and never followed them. How he always pushed everyone away from him. How he never seemed to listen to those around him.
Dick's mind was starting to remember what he needed to survive. He needed to get through this. And it was only his will power that would get him through it. His body ached all over. And even though he was beginning to be able to gain control of his muscles movement again, he was too tired to try and struggle. The electric shocks were wearing him out even more. But he was still trying to keep to keep himself together and not get lost in the Joker's mind torment.
He had caved, but he needed to fight to stay here. He couldn't let himself fall. The pain was horrendous and he felt like he couldn't take it any more, but he knew he had to fight. Dick couldn't let the Joker win. He focused more on the last part of the statement. "No," he said quietly, too tired to yell out. "He didn't show up too late. He got there in time. He got me out of there. Why would I be mad at him for saving me?"
This would not be what the Joker would want to hear. But it was what was coming to Dick's mind as he thought about that night. Batman had saved him. Dick was the one who had gone in and done what he did. Sure, Batman could have stopped him on that, but they didn't know what to expect. Though Batman might have. But Dick hadn't, and he had learned from it the hard way. "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have survived," Dick said. His mind jumping to the reason he was still a live. He knew the risk of being a vigilante. Your life is always on the line when you took on the responsibility. It was his choice to continue.
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Post by missj on Aug 5, 2011 0:44:22 GMT -5
The Joker opened and closed his hand in a mocking gesture of Nightwing’s mouth, rolling his eyes as the vigilante gave his noble answer. Of course the twerp would say that he didn’t blame Batman. The kid probably still wore Batman underoos. He probably worshipped the ground ol’ Guano-man glided across. It was disgusting. But, it was something that could be used to his advantage. That was what it was all about; how could the Joker use this to his advantage? ”Blah, blah, blah. Of course you don’t blame the Bat. Of course everything is all hunky dorey in Bat-ville.”
He began circling the table yet again, frustration in his every movement. This boy was so stupidly stubborn. But, he had done what the Joker asked. ”The sad thing is, I believe you. You’re too stupid to blame papa Bat. He never does anything wrong, huh?” The clown’s eyes suddenly lit up with mischief as he realized where he could go with this. If the fool wouldn’t blame Batman, then perhaps the Joker would get him to blame himself. It wouldn’t take much tweaking from what he was already doing. Nightwing had all but blamed himself when recounting the events with Two-Face oh so long ago. This could definitely be played to his advantage.
The water droplets continued to splash onto the cold, concrete floor at a steady and maddening pace. To the Joker, it was just an element of home he brought with him. Arkham’s leaky pipes had plagued every inmate in that dungeon for years, possibly adding to the insanity. Now Nightwing would share in Joker’s eternal torment. It was a numbing feeling.
”But while the Bat may make no mistakes, you sure do.” His eyes narrowed as he stared at the vigilante with venom in his features. Break the boy’s confidence just a little more. Keep chiseling away. It was perfect. ”My last escapade claimed almost one hundred lives. One. Hundred. Innocent. Lives.” His smile grew sickeningly as he continued to circle his prey. Always moving like a white shark hunting its food.
”And where were you, Boy Blunder? Chasing bad leads? Playing video games?” He slapped Nightwing’s face roughly before continuing with his verbal assault. ”Whatever it was, it cost innocent lives. Lives you could have saved if you had pulled your head out of your rear end and put aside whatever differences you and Bats had. Lives you could have saved if you had just grown the balls and killed me.”
He stopped pacing, leaning over the vigilante’s head until he was looking directly into his eyes. ”Each and every time I’m on the loose I kill countless people and each and every time you and Batman just trot me back to Arkham with the rest of the crazies. Here’s the problem…” He traced his knife across Nightwing’s jaw line, not piercing the flesh but definitely hard enough for the man to feel it. ”…I’m not like the rest of the crazies. I am my own class of criminal and the thing about my kind of criminal is that you can’t lock us up. There’s no stopping me, Nightwing. I will continue to kill.”
The Joker moved away from his prey, laughing maniacally. ”And the thing is, you know that. You know I’m just gunna kill again, and yet you just let me escape. Your hands are just as bloody as mine are, Nightwing. You’re just as responsible. You like being the hero too much, and without me, there’s no need for Nightwing.” His tone was dangerously low as he continued to taunt the boy. His soulless eyes seemed to glow in the dark as his blood red lips framed his razor sharp teeth perfectly. ”I’m right. Admit it."
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 5, 2011 2:54:04 GMT -5
Dick was silent when the Joker started in on how Nightwing wouldn't blame Batman for the events. His eyes followed the clown as he began to circle the table again. He could tell he had irritated the Joker with what he had said. But at least it kept the Joker from flipping the switch again. It just gave him more time to recover from the last two shocks. He wasn't sure how much more his body could take. At least the voltage hadn't increased as with the two times he had been shocked.
As the Joker continued on, Dick could see that light in the mad man's eyes. That was not good. Anytime to nut got an idea, he drove at it to go through with his ideas. That was the one thing about the Joker, he never gave up either. Both sides tried to stand their ground, though not evenly matched.
But the look on the Joker's face only gave Dick more to worry about. He wasn't too sure if it was another plan or another idea of getting something else out to torture him with. His head buzzing with thought, trying to focus. While his body was aching. The dripping of the water still not helping for him. He wanted to focus.
Dick's concentration was starting to lack as time went on. A slight ringing in his ears started up and would stop every so often. His eyes heavy as he continued to drag on through the torture. His chest hitting a steady slow rhythm with the occasional flare up from the an irritated rib. Then when the Joker started in on Batman making no mistakes and him having a bunch, Dick's eyes showed a little more alertness to them. That the Joker had his attention once again. Even though his body was worn out, his mind was still going. But was becoming exhausted with all this going on.
Listening intently, Dick watched as the Joker's sickening smile grew once again, finding his stride again. Every now and then not following the view of the Joker completely as he continued to circle. And at the irrigation of where Nightwing was during those times, Dick was about to respond back in his defense when he was stopped by a sharp slap across his face. The left side of his face resting against the slab now after the slap.
His right side burning from where the Joker had landed his hand. Against Dick's own now pale complexion because of the drained energy after everything so far, a bright red mark started to appear on his face immediately after the hit. Trying to shake it off, Dick moved his jaw a bit. His turned his head again facing up toward the endless ceiling, a pit of darkness only viable.
The Joker's words taunting him now, remembering the many times they had done nothing to the Joker besides send him to Arkham each time. They had their reasons. Dick had his beliefs and the clown wasn't going to change that. Though he words very strong. The Joker now once again in his face. Looking into the eyes of the mad man, Dick could not respond. Dick saw the knife come into view again and quivered a bit as the knife was dragged lightly against his skin. He could feel it running his jaw line, but no damage being done. He stayed completely still, almost holding his breath as his eyes moved back and forth between the knife and the Joker's eyes. To him, they were one in the same.
He gave a deep sigh of relief once the Joker remove the knife from his jaw line and backed away a bit. The Joker's laugh echo in his own mind as did the water dripping. He tried to shake himself from his own thoughts again of how many times he had messed up and how many people had lost their lives when the Joker was involved.
"No. You're wrong," Dick replied between breaths. The lack of energy clearly showing it was catching up to him. "I'm not the one who murdered them. I know I have made a lot of mistakes, but I am not responsible for the many deaths that you have caused."
He was taking his chances again answer the Joker directly, and exactly what he thought. "I never meant for those things to happen. But the difference between the blood on your hands and the blood on my is that I wasn't the one taking them," Dick continued. "Sometime there was nothing that could be done. But then again that's sometimes how you planned it out."
His view on the Joker, watching the clown, searching for a reaction. Though he knew it was most likely to be one of annoyance. Even though the Joker was getting to him a bit, Dick was still trying to fend it off. "Even if you weren't around, there are still other nut-jobs in this city that need someone to keep them in their place," he tried to continue on, slowing down a bit as he tried to keep his breathing up to pace with him trying to respond. "Killing you would only bring us down to your level," Dick's words almost fading as he tried to push on. His head falling slightly to the side to get a better fix on the Joker's expression.
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Post by missj on Aug 5, 2011 14:21:27 GMT -5
The Joker, realizing that his victim was starting to lose his thunder, grabbed yet another syringe from his wall of tools. Like all of his other toxins and poisons currently at his disposal, this syringe was a smaller dose; it had a little kick, but not enough to put the physical fight back into Nightwing’s system. He twirled the syringe in between his fingers until the label was visible; epinephrine. The small shot of adrenaline would keep the little birdie from losing consciousness, but the lesser dose wouldn’t quite give him the energy to break out of his restraints.
”You’re looking a little sleepy there, Bird Brain. Lemme give you something to wake you up.” In a swift movement the Joker stabbed the needle into his captive’s thigh, depressing the top to release the steroid into his system. It was a double kick; it would hurt like hell, and wake the sleeping beauty up. ”Heheh! Works better than coffee!” He threw the used syringe over his shoulder, not particularly caring where it landed.
Now that unconsciousness had been avoided, the Joker could move on with his interrogation. ”You say that all that blood is on my hands and only I killed those people, but according to our country’s infallible justice system, wouldn’t you be considered an accessory to murder? I mean, in a normal murder case, if you had knowledge of a planned murder, which you always do, and you failed to do anything about it, which you always do – of course, until it’s too late, well, that would make you an accessory to murder. Every time you just put me back in Arkham, knowing full and well that I’m going to escape and that I’m going to kill again, but you do nothing to change it. You just wipe your hands of me and go home and hope I don’t do it again.”
He held the remote delicately in his hand, letting his fingers run over the buttons carefully. All it took was one more wrong answer and he would let him have it. Of course, he didn’t want the poor boy to black out. No, he wanted to hear him scream for someone. It didn’t matter who he screamed for; Batman, God, Joker, whoever. He just wanted to hear the boy scream for it to end. He wanted to break the bird. Of course, he knew this would take much more effort, which he was more than prepared to give.
He had been plotting this since the kid came and visited him in Arkham. He had let him have the first blow then, but now it would come at a high price. The Joker always collected. Nightwing would know what it meant to challenge the Joker mano a mano. He would finally learn why Batman had always been so hesitant to let him cross him all these years. The Joker loved it.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 5, 2011 22:30:36 GMT -5
Dick's eyes followed as the Joker moved away from the table again. He wasn't all to sure he really wanted to know what the Joker was getting this time. There was no tell what this guy had brought with him or found on the street. It was the toxin mixtures that he had to worry about as well. The Joker toxin had been able to bring him down and wear him out.
When he saw the Joker twirling another syringe and as he got closer he could barely make out the label. Though he could make it out to say something along the lines of epinephrine. His sight was fading in and out at the moment as he strained to read it. But once he got an idea of what it was, he tried to struggle against the restrains weakly.
And just as quick as the Joker had said something about it, the needle was stabbed into his thigh. As it had been injected, Dick jolted and yelled out in pain once again. The epinephrine surging through him. He tried to struggle against the restrains again as the epinephrine took quick effect.
Once the pain of the injection started to subside, Dick lay there, wincing as his breathing became heavy and fast again, his rib feeling the full effect of the sudden movement. His eyes were more alert now, more focused on the Joker.
And yet again, the Joker continued on, trying to bring him down in understanding. The Joker was making sense for once. He was making Dick think about how the law worked. And how the Joker always found away around it. Finding away to bring down him and Batman with him.
"You may have a point," Dick replied, but did not submit fulling to the words of the Joker. "But the police lack the ability to take you down. You know that, and I know that. Your games are at a higher level than what most people can play at. I rather see you rotting in jail than have blood on my hands." He stopped there for a moment. Knowing the Joker would pick up that even Dick knew that Arkham was nothing more than a holding pen for the Joker. They both knew that. But Nightwing would not drop to the Joker's level.
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Post by missj on Aug 5, 2011 23:15:03 GMT -5
The Joker watched the adrenaline rush through his foe’s body. He noticed every wince of pain that crossed the man’s face as his body was reawakened to the damage of the days past events. It would have almost been more satisfying to see consciousness leave the boy due to the work of the Joker, but he wouldn’t let him escape that easily. That was what unconsciousness was; escape. Nightwing would no longer feel the mental strain or the physical pain if he slipped into the dark abyss. No, the Joker was not that merciful. He still had two more syringes full of Joker toxin he wanted to use on the kid. No point in putting a grin on the face of an unconscious man.
Just to make sure he was paying attention, the Joker pressed the hilt of his knife into the deep cut on Nightwing’s side, waiting for his eyes to bulge out of his head. The response didn’t particularly matter to the clown. Whether the vigilante grimaced or not, Joker knew he was in excruciating pain and that was satisfying in and of itself.
After removing the object from the wound slowly the Joker continued to circle the slab. He twirled another syringe filled with the watered down Joker toxin between his bony fingers. The long metal needle glinted under the harsh light that covered Nightwing’s body like a warm blanket. The purple colored syringe was unmistakably Joker, which the mad man knew the vigilante would again recognize. It was all a part of the mind games he played.
This particular game was becoming dreadfully boring to the clown. That was, of course, until the vigilante finally began to cave. Admitting that he had a point? The Joker couldn’t logically ask for much more. Of course, the Joker was an illogical creature and as such, he always wanted more. Admitting the Joker had a point was a step in the right direction, but it still wasn’t claiming partial liability; and the Joker would not stop for anything less.
”You say I have a point… which would mean that you partially agree with me.” He looked down into Nightwing’s eyes dangerously with intense eye contact. ”So, you’d rather have the blood of countless innocent civilians on your hands than the blood of one demented man? Heh, and they say I’m crazy.” He pressed the button on his controller, watching Nightwing squirm from the electric voltage coursing through his body.
Keeping the button held down, the Joker leaned in closely to his victim, speaking clearly over the electrical static. ”I don’t believe you. I know you blame yourself. But, if you want to keep your pride, that’s fine by me. It’ll be all you have left by the time I’m done with you.” His voice was dangerously low as he continued to hold down the button and allow the electricity to course through the captured man while pulling a sturdy metal chair out of the corner of the room.
Each leg of the chair was held to the ground by the industrial strength magnets that were attracted to the metal flooring the Joker had pulled the chair onto. This was the next phase of his process; where the real fun would begin.
Looking back at Nightwing, he shrugged his shoulders before covering his mouth in faux boredom. ”You’re starting to bore me, Birdie, so why don’t we play a new game, hmm? Hehehe…” After an agonizing eternity, the Joker released his hold on the remote, letting it fall back into his pocket of his green vest before approaching the tired hero slowly. ”Would you like me to put another smile on that face? HAHAHAA!!
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 6, 2011 0:00:58 GMT -5
Dick yelled out in pain again as the clown was now pressing the hilt of the knife into his side wound. He threw his head back and cried out in pain as he continued. He shut his eyes again, trying to hold back his yells. But his body at this point just couldn't hold out like he had in the beginning.
After the Joker moved on to something else, and the pain started to subside again, Dick tried to bare the stinging pain after that. He looked up again, his eyes starting spotting something twirling again. He turned to see the Joker twirling another syringe of his special toxin. There was no way of trying to get out of the binding. Dick knew that it would do no good, but did not want to face another toxin.
Starting to struggle again any ways, Dick's concentration being drawn back to the Joker's works. He was using his words against him. As soon as the clown was looking down at him, Dick stopped his struggling against the restrains. Focusing in on the deadly eyes of the man tormenting him. It was like looking at a cobra before it struck. There was nothing he could do. He was withing striking range and the Joker was in complete control.
"No, I...," Dick started to speak up, but was cut off when the electricity started to surge through his body again. He was caught completely off guard and yelled out crying in pain at first. He tried to hold it in, becoming silent for a moment. He could hear the Joker's words, though didn't know where he was.
His body was shaking violently due to the shock continuing on longer than it had the first few times. He cried out in pain all the while the electric continued to surge through his body. He couldn't take it. Dick did everything he could from crying out begging the Joker to stop.
After what felt like ages, the electric currant stopped again. Dick's face looked paler and his heavy breathing looked as though he had just ran a marathon race. His body still shaking from the after shock of the electricity. He had even started to break out into a might sweat.
His eyes darted over in the direction of the Joker's voice as he asked the question and his dark laughed carried out through the room. "No," Dick said, letting it slip out. He body was screaming for the torture to end, but his mind was telling himself to hang in there. He couldn't take the pain of laughing so hard again with his ribs busted and by the fact that he felt like he could just about pass out, but because of the last injection, that might not be happening any time soon.
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Post by missj on Aug 6, 2011 1:12:23 GMT -5
The Joker’s eyes lit up like a stained glass window as he watched the electricity dance across the vigilante’s body. It was like a light show in a Disney parade or fireworks on the fourth of July; something beautiful… to him, anyways. Accompanying the beautiful lights display was a symphony of music which the Joker would call his own personal soundtrack: shrieks of pain and agony. Yes, this was his favorite sound in the whole world. Listening to his adversary scream without abandon as their senses were overloaded with pain. If this were an experience that could be simply captured on film, the Joker would never need to kill again, but this was not the case. No, the euphoria of tormenting one’s opponent could only be felt while in the moment.
As he watched the pain slowly subside, the Joker felt emptiness settle on him. That was until Nightwing let his silent pleas become not so silent. The soft ‘no’ caught the attention of the mad man, causing his ears to perk up ever so slightly. It worked. The torment was working to break the bird’s mind; the constant dripping of the water, the electricity, the stabbing, the paddling, but most of all the interrogation and mind games. It was all working exactly how the sick clown wanted it to.
With a new found drive, the Joker unchained Nightwing from the cold concrete slab and began to pull him roughly. The Kevlar suit the vigilante was wearing was still coated in icy water, causing the deluded mad man to drop him on the ground. ”Mother of GOD! Next time, it’s emaciation for you.” Grumbling through gritted teeth, yet again, the Joker struggled with the dead weight of Nightwing.
After a tremendous struggle, the Joker was able to get his captive onto the metal chair, cuffing his wrists behind him tightly before securing his ankles to the chair legs. He wasn’t taking any chances of Nightwing escaping. There was no escape for the master escape artist; not this time.
The Joker disappeared over to one of the medical trays he had stationed near the concrete slab; the one holding Nightwing’s gear. After a few moments of fumbling and a few curse words, he came back wielding one of the vigilante’s escrima sticks. How liberating would it be to be beaten with his own weapon? They would both find out soon.
Approaching Nightwing slowly, the Joker tapped the weapon in his left hand menacingly, studying to vigilante to choose where to strike first. ”You don’t look so good, Bird Brain. You need some medicine? How about a taste of your own, hehehAHAHAHAA!” Without a second though, he brought the escrima stick over Nightwing’s left thigh; not hard enough to break, but definitely hard enough to bruise.
The Joker dropped to one knee, taking Nightwing’s hand gently. ”I’m sorry. That was the bad Joker. I’m good Joker.” His voice was soft and demoralizing as if he were talking down to Nightwing; as if the vigilante were but a child. His demeanor had completely changed. ”I know it hurts. Just squeeze my hand. Like this!” He quickly squeezed all of his victim’s fingers together before twisting, dislocating his wrist quickly. ”Oops! Silly me! Let me fix that!” In an a movement almost as quick as the previous movement, the Joker pushed Nightwing’s hand back against his arm until he heard a terrible popping sound, indicating he had relocated the appendage.
He bounced from foot to foot, laughing madly. ”Whoops! I need to stop hanging out with Harvey! Schizophrenia must be contagious!” He picked up the escrima stick again, this time slamming it across Nightwing’s battered rib cage yet again. Oh, it was so far from ending.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 6, 2011 23:32:09 GMT -5
Dick was surprised at the next action the Joker took at undoing the shackles. He wasn't sure what to expect right away. He would have tried to fight back or something, but his arm and legs felt limp. After the electric shocks, his whole body had been shaken up by the last electric shock that had lingered longer than the first two times. Though he didn't like the sight that the Joker had dragged a chair out.
As the Joker tried to drag him off the slab, Dick's body dropped to the ground as the Joker had seemed to hardly make an attempt to not let him fall. Falling onto his shoulder, Dick let out a slight grunt of pain, mumbling something silently to himself. The clumsy clown had no respect for anyone,,,of course not.
Every minute was spent with Dick wanting to get up and strike the clown as he was dragged over to the chair. Once in the chair, he could tell the Joker wasn't going to take any chances with him. Of course the Joker would think ahead. He knew his enemies too well and had learned from all the past experiences that Nightwing was more than capable of pulling a disappearing act.
As his hands were hand cuffed behind his back and his ankles clasped in shackles again, Dick's body was limp as it was forced to sit up. His hand behind his back and the back of the chair was the only think keeping his body up right. His head hung forward as he let his arms take on supporting his body up and let his shoulders go loose to lessen the tension on his ribs as he was forced to sit there.
With his head hanging forward, Dick peered up at the Joker as he walked away. His eyes almost hidden by his shaggy hair falling into his face. He's body ached and sitting up only made it that much harder to with stand the pain. But he held his tongue again, not allowing himself to call out in any pain. But it was written all over his face.
He could only watched as the Joker came walking towards him, tapping the escrima stick against his other hand as he walked toward Nightwing. Dick's eyes showed that he knew just how much damage could be inflicted by those escrima sticks. He had designed them himself. And without a warning after the Joker's comment, Dick felt the sharp blow to his leg with the escrima stick. He yelled out in pain at the strike.
Dick shot a menacing glare at the Joker through narrowed eyes, the best one he could sum up for how weak he had felt, for talking to him that way. It was sickening as the Joker took his hand. And before, without him really thinking about what the Joker was up to, he felt a sudden twist and felt his wrist pop out of place. Dick yelled out in pain, and tried to hold back yelling halfway through, as he threw his head back, grimacing in pain. His back up against the back of the chair now.
He only yelled out more as the Joker tried to relocate his wrist. The pressure on his arm made his muscles burn as he was forced to take it while his hands were behind his back, Once the clown had stepped back and made another comment, Dick let his back rest against the chair. He was sitting up a little straighter, but he just wished he could fall off to the find, his body not going to be able to take it much longer, as it had to hold itself up again.
Dick cried out in pain at another sudden attack with his own escrima stick against his rib cage this time. He could feel the fractured once within. The blow only causing more damage. He let out cries of pain as he tried to breath properly after the last hit. Not replying to the Joker. And now not even looking at him again as his body feel forward again.
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Post by missj on Aug 7, 2011 22:47:42 GMT -5
The Joker’s smile grew to a size that could rival the Cheshire cat after each and every one of Nightwing’s responses of pain. Each scream, grunt, whimper, and moan of pain made a beautiful melody of sound; music to the mad man’s ears. Sure, he heard choruses of maniacal laughter and delusional ramblings in the asylum, but it was rarely from the Joker’s own doings. Sure, he could get Harvey fighting with Two-Face with relative ease and Harley could be enticed to yammer on and on about how incredible ‘Mistah J’ was, but it wasn’t the same as inflicting intolerable pain on an incapacitated victim. It wasn’t like tormenting the Batman’s pet bird.
He grabbed a fistful of Nightwing’s shaggy hair, forcing his head backwards so he was looking up towards the Joker and his sickening grin. ”I can’t believe it! Say it ain’t so! Has the Boy Wonder finally run out of things to say!? No clever quip? No pointless threat? No promises to make me pay?” His voice was demoralizing as he poked out his lower lip before breaking out in laughter yet again. ”What’s wrong, little birdie? Bat got your tongue?” The Joker squeezed his victim’s chin before shaking his head back and forth patronizingly.
Letting go of Nightwing’s face, not caring which way his head fell, the Joker picked up the escrima stick again. This time, he placed both hands behind his back, holding the escrima stick in one of them. It was time for a new game. ”Alright, Nightwing! I’m sure you’ve played this game before… or some version that was much more boring…” His tone was over dramatic as he emphasized his statement with cartoon-like facial expressions. ”You pick a hand; right or left, not both or neither. If you choose the empty hand, you get a surprise! But, if you choose the hand with the escrima stick, I beat you mercilessly for a minute straight. Heheheheheh…” His laugh was almost as dark as his bloodthirsty eyes. The mind game would never end, or so he hoped.
The Joker knew he couldn’t keep this up forever. Despite popular belief amongst the scourge of Gotham’s underbelly, Batman and his vigilante pals were only human. Of course, he would never be so arrogant to classify them as mere mortals as Lex had foolishly done so long ago. Mortal, yes. Mere, not even close. As such, Nightwing’s body would begin shutting down if he continued with the physical abuse. His mind was already in the process of shutting down from the psychological torture, whether he realized it or not. The human brain was a clever thing; it knew to protect itself. Too bad there was no hiding from the Joker.
He tapped his foot impatiently, knowing he was on the clock in more ways than one. He had other plans that needed his attention and would need to leave Nightwing eventually. This would give the vigilante a slight reprieve and allow him to recover, but the Joker wasn’t ready to end his fun. Not quite yet. He hoped that the kid was just as stubborn as the Bat, like he seemed to be. He would last much longer that way.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 8, 2011 0:10:52 GMT -5
There was no break from the torment of the Joker. If he wasn't beating him, he was taunting him. The dripping water in itself was another form of torture the Joker was using. Dick wanted to fight back. He wanted to get out of this and end it all! But half of him wanted for his mind to shut down and get away from this place. Just enough to get away from the Joker. To get away from the pain of it all. Though, he wasn't giving up. His mind as stubborn as his will to power on and fight back his body from telling him to give in to the pain of it all.
The Joker would not let up at this point. Even between the torment, the Joker kept on with the mind games. With only brought Dick's mind back to the reality of the situation. And not Nightwing sat deathly silent. Only groans of pain could be heard from him after he had finished crying out in pain.
Nightwing's body only sat slump for a moment or so before the Joker came back at him, grabbing him by his hair. His head was jerked back and he grunted in pain as his hair was being yanked backward to position him head to look up at the Joker again.
His eyes lacking their usually fiery look to them. They were replaced with the look of pain and suffering. But his attention was all there. Dick could escape. He kept telling himself to hang in there and not let the clown get the best of him. No matter how hard the clown tried to break him, Nightwing still fought on even when just sitting there. His silents was his strength at the moment. His cries of pain though breaking through more and more.
Dick's eyes searched the clown's in hope of finding any hint of an end to this all. But the look on the Joker' s face seemed to say the fun was just beginning again as the Joker mocked him on how he usually had a comment for everything. And at the Joker's words of 'bat got your tongue', Dick gave a light glare at him as the clown grabbed his chin and shook his head back and forth. Dick didn't have the strength to jerk away like he had wanted to.
Once released, his head fell off to the right side as he tried to support himself up. He brought his back up against the chair again, watching as the Joker collected the escrima stick again. He saw the Joker put both hands behind his back. Dick wasn't all to sure what was next, but Joker explained it all.
Dick kept his head held up as he groaned in pain over his ribs throbbing with the tightening of his chest when he tried to breathe properly. He felt like he could drift off into another state of mind. He wasn't sure how much blood loss he had suffered from. And the toxins and injection were just keeping his attention here. Keeping him from getting away from all this. His eyes narrow as he looked on at the Joker, he didn't want to answer the Joker. It would only be another sign of submission.
He looked at the clown straight in the eye from where he was held. "And if I don't," his words came out in a quiet tone as he tried to sum up the strength to get the words out. He challenged the Joker. He was no longer on the slab and hooked up to anything that could give off an electric shock. This gave him a bit more courage to try and challenge the clown. Not matter what would happen. The electricity would have problem been enough to end his fight had the currants been higher and ran longer. Even though the beating with his own escrima stick hurt, it was better than having his whole body taking the blow at once.
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Post by missj on Aug 8, 2011 22:55:24 GMT -5
The Joker’s smile didn’t fade at Nightwing’s defiant comment. In fact, if anything, it made his smile grow. He had hoped that the kid wouldn’t just fold; no, that wouldn’t be any fun and the Joker was having a ton of fun and he didn’t like for his fun to end so abruptly. He could always count on the Bat to keep him entertained by testing the rules and fracturing the lines. He expected no less from the Bat’s pet brat. It was an interesting thought, though, that little Robin was all grown up. He hadn’t ever really thought about that aspect of the duo.
Sure, the Joker knew they were all human, but Batman completed the crazed clown. By proxy, when Robin was added to the equation, the Joker began to include him in his obsessions, though not even close to the same degree. It was slightly depressing to him to think that he had out grown the green tights and fairy boots. It was even more depressing that the dynamic duo had become a sad solo. He was just glad to see that the kid decided to follow in daddy’s footsteps and take up the family business. The Joker wondered for a moment if he would ever have his own kid that would carry on his legacy. Heh, not likely. The Joker was not concerned about his legacy not living on. His kin folk would be the dead bodies littering Gotham with the signature Joker grin forever etched in their faces.
He brought his attention back to Nightwing, bending at the waist until his face was level with his captive’s visage. The clown licked his razor sharp teeth, considering his words carefully before speaking with laughter in his voice. ”If you don’t, I’ll beat you with the escrima stick while I electrocute you after giving you another dose of Joker toxin.” His smile became a smug grin as he stood back up, keeping his hands behind his back to continue the game. ”So, since I’m in such a good mood, I’ll give you one more try: left or right?”
His voice had become cool and calculating. He meant every word he said. This would be his last chance to play the game, and if he didn’t, then he would feel the most extreme pain… until the Joker thought of something worse. It all depended on how stubborn the kid was. Then, the Joker would play.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 9, 2011 0:38:38 GMT -5
Dick tried to give his full attention to the situation before him as the Joker approached him. His mind screaming in pain over the injuries he had sustained and was forced to push onward through. As the Joker bend down to face off against Nightwing, again getting close and in his face. This clown really had not limit to personally space. It annoyed Dick to no end at the moment.
He leaned up against the chair more trying to get away from the Joker. And to give himself some space and distance away from the mad man. It was unsettling having this guy so up close to your face. Especially, since he was in control of the situation and was taking every advantage to mock him.
The words that come out of the Joker's month were words that he thought he might hear. And what they were, Dick did not want to face again. He couldn't take another electric shock. His ribs were making him cringe in pain even at the thought of getting hit more in the chest. The wounds he could worry about later. It was his ribs that were causing the most pain to him at the time. And the Joker was targeting where it hurt most at the moment.
Dick hated to give in to it, but if it meant the chance to avoid the electric shocks a while longer, he guessed he should take it. And to avoid the Joker toxin. He wasn't just sure how much more he would be able to take of that stuff with his ribs already killing him. He didn't need laughter to help with that.
"Alright, fine," he growled, glaring in hatred at the Joker's only option. "We'll play your stupid game," Dick replied through gritted teeth. Dick would just have to find another way to fight back. For how stubborn he was, he wasn't stupid. He knew what more electric currants could do to his body if they continued long enough.
He sat for a moment, silent. Thinking of which hand to chose. He wouldn't trust the Joker as far as he could throw him to play an honest game. The Joker could switch the weapon up in either hand and play it all his way. And the surprise of the empty hand could be a worse fate for Nightwing. But it was a chance he was going to have to take to avoid a severe beating and getting shocked to death if that was the Joker's plan.
"The left," Dick answered not letting his glare slide on bit as he looked at the clown. He did fear what the Joker was about to say. But was not going to show any signs of backing down from these challenges and the torture. Dick would just have to wait for his chance to get away.
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