seen this film before. didn’t like the ending
part 1, part 2
pairing | platonic batfam x bat!sis!reader
summary | damian and you are trapped by the joker. so will batman be able to catch up on time this time..?
warnings | angst, injury, blood, cursing, violence, crowbar and joker. y/n is mentioned as a female.
authors note | hi there! english is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, sorry :)) i planned to the second part of this, of course if you want.
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word count | 1,9k
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This was supposed to be a simple mission. All you had to do was raid a warehouse where a few incompetent men were going to make a drug delivery.
That’s why Batman had only sent you with Damian. Joker was the last thing you expected to find here. He wasn’t even supposed to be anywhere near this area.
These were the thoughts running through your mind as Joker walked between the two of you, both tied to opposite chairs, his disturbing grin never fading.
You figured it was a little too late to be thinking about that now.
When you lifted your head, you locked eyes with Damian through the mask covering his own. He was searching for a way out; his calculating gaze moved around the room. When you noticed him take something from one of the men next to Joker a short distance away, your eyes narrowed even more.
What was this clown planning again?
When he finally stopped keeping his back to you, you saw the crowbar gleaming under the light from above. It looked far more disturbing than the smile on his face.
You had heard bits and pieces about his little adventure with Jason.
Joker turned to his men. “You wait outside. I want to spend a little time alone with these birds.”
Even his voice had a tone that turned your stomach. From Damian’s scowl, it wasn’t hard to tell he thought the same.
Joker’s eyes lingered on Damian for a moment. He poked his shoulder with the crowbar.
“It’s been a long time since I had a Robin toy. But I guess Bats never has trouble finding new ones to replace them.” As if something had come to mind, he laughed aimlessly for a few moments.
“It’s like you’re shorter every time I see you. I wonder, do you have a backup too?”
Damian stayed silent, staring him down from under the mask. Joker was the only one here who thought any of this was funny.
Joker finally seemed to realize neither of you were laughing and dropped his expression. “Oh, you’re both so boring… You could give Batsy a run for his money. But don’t worry, kids, I’m sure you’ll lighten up once we bring a few toys into the mix.”
As he spoke, the crowbar in his hand moved between the two of you like it was deciding, his gaze lingering on you a few seconds longer. He seemed to be thinking of something.
“Don’t even think about touching her.” Damian’s quiet but chilling voice cut through before Joker could make a move.
“Ooh… protective, are we? Then let’s stick with the classic, huh?”
There was a subtle tone of amusement in his voice as he turned his whole body toward Damian.
The disturbing grin on his face widened even further and he raised the crowbar into the air. Your eyes widened as everything seemed to move in slow motion.
Though it lasted only a few seconds.
you saw the boy grit his teeth as the metal struck his chest. He wasn’t going to scream in front of him. Exactly like Damian.
Even though the blow had landed on him, you could almost feel the pain yourself. You had always thought it was nonsense when people said twins could feel each other’s pain — no matter how close you were to him.
But you guessed you had to admit they might have been right. Because that’s exactly what it felt like.
You didn’t even know when you started shouting at him. “Leave him alone! Get your hands off him, you son of a bitch! Are you really so afraid of two kids you underestimate so much that you have to tie them up with heavy chains—”
You were trying to get his attention off Damian until Batman arrived. If provoking him was what it took, so be it.
It worked; before he could hit Damian again, Joker turned toward you. He let out a sharp breath. “Are you trying to call me a coward?”
He pressed the crowbar under your chin, forcing your head up a bit more.
“Aren’t you? Or is it someone else who tucks his tail like a scared cat every time he sees Batman?” When you spoke in such a confident tone, Damian shook his head behind him as if to say “don’t.”
He knew what you were trying to do, but he thought it was just plain stupid.
Joker laughed at your words, as if you had said something genuinely funny. “Wait, I think I get it. You’re feeling confident because you think Batsy will come for you.”
“I don’t think he will. I know he will.” No matter how much you clashed with your father back at the manor or on patrols, he would come. He wouldn’t leave you in Joker’s hands.
Joker smiled. It was definitely not a soft or reassuring smile. “Funny kid. Your faith in Bats brings tears to my eyes. Once upon a time, this little Robin trusted him that much too.”
“Don’t say his name.” You and Damian had said it at the same time. You did this without realizing it quite often; it scared Dick to death.
Joker raised an eyebrow suspiciously, his eyes narrowing a bit.
“A twin thing, huh? Oooh, I think I’ve solved the puzzle. That’s fine, I like twins.”
A few seconds later, he added: “Of course, only when they’re alone. Which is why I have to make a choice. And I think I know how I’ll choose.”
“Eenie…” He pointed the crowbar at your face. “…meenie…” This time at Damian. “…miney…” You again. “…moe.” Damian again. “Catch… a tiger… by… his toe… If… he hollers… let him go… My mother… told me… to pick… the very… best… one…” The crowbar was back at your face. “And you are…” He turned back to Damian. You heard him take a sharp breath. “…it.”
He had decided. That shameless grin spread across the green-haired man’s face.
“No! Don’t you dare!” Damian’s voice came from behind you. Joker let out a small chuckle, and the next thing you felt was the iron striking your face.
“You know, I like change. I already had one Robin anyway.”
You clenched your teeth. Your jaw was probably dislocated. Still, you forced a smile — the way they taught you in the League, the way your mother taught you.
“Is that all you’ve got? You’re going to need more than that to break me—” The second blow cut you off mid-sentence.
Still, you kept your head up.
After a while, you were only trying. The blows weren’t just landing on your face anymore, but aside from the small, muffled sounds escaping your lips, you made no noise. Behind you, Damian was cursing. He wasn’t one to swear often, but his current fury made his words impossible to mistake.
After a while, Joker paused for a few seconds as if catching his breath. He leaned in toward you to speak. “Do you still think Bats is coming, little bat?”
“He’s coming.” — it wasn’t speech, just a faint murmur barely slipping past your lips. A loud laugh spilled from the clown’s mouth.
It amused him greatly.
He placed the crowbar under your chin again. Since you couldn’t lift your head on your own anymore, he did it for you.
For a few seconds, he stared at your bloodied face, even through the mask. You could barely keep your eyes open. Your breathing was shallow; your chest felt like it had been crushed.
You couldn’t even cough up the blood pooling in your mouth. He liked the sight.
But the fact that you still held onto your faith in Batman’s arrival — that was, admittedly, a little irritating. Still, he didn’t care. He was going to break you completely.
Then your brother.
Finally, he pulled the crowbar back and stepped behind your chair. Over his shoulder, he looked at the furious boy who was thrashing and shouting in his chair.
“Hey, don’t get so mad. If you want, you can join her in a bit, Robin.”
“The moment I get out of this chair, I’m going to make you beg for death.” Damian muttered under his breath, his voice low but threatening.
“Oooh, then I guess I’ve earned it even more.” He straightened up and gripped the crowbar tightly again.
He was about to deliver another blow — until a fast Batarang struck his hand.
When the Batarang hit, Joker staggered back in pain, but as he looked down at the fallen crowbar, that shameless grin appeared again. Even Batman stepping out of the shadows wasn’t enough to stop him.
“Oooh, there’s the big bat… right on time,” he said through his teeth. With a quick motion, he lunged for the crowbar on the floor.
The chains around Damian’s wrists were still intact, but he lunged forward in his chair. “Don’t you—”
Joker grabbed the handle of the crowbar, then quickly moved behind your bound body and pressed the metal against your throat. The cold steel dug into your skin painfully.
“One more step, Batsy… and I’ll pop this little bat’s neck like a champagne cork.” His tone was mocking, but the pressure of his hand was real and painful.
Batman stopped. His face was expressionless under the mask, but the tension in his body clung to him like shadows. Damian’s voice was nearly a growl. “Let her go, scum.”
Joker tilted his head. “Aw, how sweet… brotherly love. But look, little Robin, we’re playing one last game here.” The crowbar pressed harder; your breath hitched.
“I’ll let her go… but in return, I want a little promise from Batsy.” Batman didn’t say a word, only took a slow step forward.
Joker’s grin widened. “Promise me, Bats, that one day you’ll come back to me. One day, just you and me, without your little birds… just like the old days.”
Silence.
Damian’s eyes locked on Batman; he shook his head slightly as if to say “don’t.” But without a word, Batman pulled a smoke capsule from his belt.
Joker realized what was happening and shouted, “Don’t you—”
In an instant, thick gray smoke filled the room. Visibility dropped to zero. The pressure at your throat suddenly eased. Then someone quickly pulled you into their arms — familiar leather gloves.
As the smoke cleared, Joker was on the ground; Red Robin had restrained him, and Nightwing had freed Damian.
As Batman held you in his arms, he heard your voice. “You came…” It was more a whisper than speech, but enough for Batman to hear.
Behind them, Joker’s voice still rang out from the floor, laughing. “We’ll meet again, little bat… and very soon.” Batman left without a word, but the tightness of his jaw behind the mask made it clear he didn’t take the threat lightly.
While the others still didn’t make a move to leave, even after Batman’s exit, Damian looked like he was about to lunge at Joker. Before he could move, Nightwing stopped him by looping an arm around his shoulders.
“Go with them, come on.” He said it softly, leaning slightly toward him. Then his eyes fell on Red Hood, who, since arriving, had done nothing but stare at the crowbar on the floor and the laughing Joker.
His hands were clenched into fists, resisting the urge to reach for his gun. “You too, Hood.” The kid stayed silent, knowing that if he argued, his anger would turn on Dick. He gripped Damian’s shoulders and steered him toward the exit.
Batman, meanwhile, kept glancing at you as he walked toward the Batmobile. Finally, he heard your quiet voice again.
“It hurts, Dad.”
You had been with Bruce Wayne for four years, and it was the first time he had ever heard you admit you were in pain.
