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Jason Todd climbed into his apartment through one of the windows. His cowl slipped out of his hand and onto the floor creating a loud thump. One of his hands was at his side, putting pressure on what seemed to be a bullet wound. The other was against a wall. Propping him up and stopping him from falling as he made his way to his living room. He left a trail of blood on the floor and wall as he walked. He walked towards the couch, where he had hidden a first aid kit. Before he could reach his destination, he collapsed and lost consciousness.
He was no longer sprawled out on his living room floor. Jason was now in a hallway, which seemed old. The wallpaper was worn down and peeling off from some spots. The lighting was limited. A few lights appeared, which lit up the path enough for it to be visible. The hallway itself seemed as if it stretched on forever. Eventually, he reached the end of the hallway, which had a door. The vigilante cautiously reached out his hand for the door knob and opened it. He was pushed in by some unknown force.
He opened his eyes as he heard the words "Wakey wakey." His vision was blurred by the sudden light entering his eyes. Once it cleared, He was met with the familiar sight of a man with bleached skin. A purple suit with tacky pants, which matched the color of his suit. The person also had bright green hair. Above all else, a red smile painted onto his face, around his mouth that stretched into a sick grin. That, even now, rolled around in his nightmares. The man was none other than the clown prince of crime. The Joker. He burst out in a fit of mad laughter. Jason looked around the room, it was all too familiar. In the clown's hand there was a crowbar, which he lightly tapped against Jason's temple. It sent shivers down his spine. He started struggling, trying to get out of the chains that tied him to the chair that he was sitting on.
During this, Jason was covered in blood. He was wearing his old Robin suit. It was torn from certain areas, as was his Domino mask. Meanwhile, his utility belt, gloves, boots, along with anything else that could conceal a weapon or gadget, were taken away. He was too scared to say anything. To do anything. He had re-lived this moment in his nightmares since the day of his resurrection. It always felt too real. But he had gotten familiar with that feeling of fear. Which was unpleasant.
Joker broke the silence that echoed through the warehouse. "I know Batsy will be here any second now. So, let's make this snappy," He lifted the crowbar. Jason's eyes widened in fear. The green-haired madman looked at the young hero and said: "Now tell me, which hurts more? Backhand?" He took a swing at Jason, knocking him down to the floor. In the process breaking the wooden chair. He burst out into laughter as he continued: "Or forehand!" Another swing came down httin Jason. The beating continued for minutes. For Jason it felt like hours. A while later, Joker stopped. He threw down the crowbar and made his way to the exit of the warehouse. He took his coat from the coat hanger and looked back at Jason. "Be a good little sidekick till I get back." he exclaimed; A terrifying grin stretched across his face and he turned and walked out of the warehouse.
Jason knew what was to come, he had been trying not to think of the outcome. He started crawling to the exit. But, it was an effort done in vain. The door had been locked from the outside. Jason propped himself up against it. He looked straight at the bomb. He waited. Each second that passed felt more like an eternity. Even if it was a dream, it felt real. Every little detail was present. This wasn't the first time that he had had this nightmare. It was his own personal hell to relive the day of his death. He managed to force some words out of his mouth. "I'm sorry, Bruce." The warehouse lit up in flames as the timer hit zero.
Jason jolted up. He was back in his apartment, laying down on his sofa. Which was covered in blood. He calmed himself down. Which he had gotten good at seeing as how many nightmares he had to endure. Both in the physical world and the dream world. He sat up. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the bandages wrapped around his waist. Jason then scanned the area. His sights fell upon a note placed on his coffee table. Jason quickly grabbed the note, opened it and read it. "What the hell happened to you? We need to talk. - Barbara" he thought to himself 'Huh, that's how.' He threw the note back onto the table, he then stood up and made his way towards his equipment room. But before he retrieved his suit.