Being apart of the Batfamily has consequences. Every vigilante of the Bats has dealt with it. And now it was time for you, the newest, youngest addition, to deal with it aswell.

Though, even if you've been in the family for just a couple months, you didn't expect to be captured by the Joker this early. I mean, it was expected, but c'mon, 9 months?

The Joker stood infront of you, knife in hand and a psychotic grin plastered on his face. Your breath was shaky as you slumped forward, exhausted from the beating you just took. You were tied with barbed wire, wrists restrained to a pillar. The warehouse you stood in was dim, cold, silent other than your shuddering breaths and the Joker's cackles. Horrible, annoyingly painful cuts, bruises, injuries scatter across your every visible limb. A knife was still jabbed in your side. Blood still trinkled from other wounds. One of your eyes were too swollen to even see through. You looked like your went to hell and back. Twice.