Dick was jolted awake by a pounding headache. He cracked his eyes open and looked around at his surroundings. He was in a small metal room that had only one door, and the only thing in it was him and the chair he was sitting in. When he moved his head around he had to stifle a groan, his neck and back hurt so bad. The memory of his beating came flooding back, the crow bar being slammed into his helpless body over and over again. He hadn't been able to defend himself, couldn't do anything to make the pain stop. He remembered the flash of the camera, and knew that Joker must have sent those to Batman, somehow, to show him what happened to me. Bruce must be so worried Dick thought, before returning to the topic of his body. He looked down and saw that his hands were bound to the chair arms by rope, and his legs were also tied in a similar fashion. His whole body was a motley of black and blue bruises, and there was a bump on his abdomen which was probably a broken rib. Dick's left arm was dully throbbing and he glanced down to see that it was swollen, also broken.

His assessment was cut short by the door opening," Heya bat brat! How are you feeling? I hope you're ready for another game!" Joker entered, wearing his sinister grin.

"Get away from me." Dick growled fiercely, his body tensing up.

The psycho only grinned further," Aw, that attitude's not fun! You are such a spoil sport."

"I'm not going to play any of your sick games, Joker."

Joker approached him, trailing a finger along Dick's body, causing him to shiver," But I've planned the games just for you." He whispered close to the injured boy's ear.

Dick leaned his head back away from him, but Joker gripped his jaw tightly and yanked him closer," And you will enjoy them." He took a few steps backwards and examined his prisoner.

"Yeah, I'll enjoy them as much as I enjoy getting teeth pulled." Dick spit venomously.

Swiftly, Joker slapped the back of his white gloved hand against Dick's face, causing blood to drip out of his closed lips," You will treat me with respect, brat." He said darkly.

"Yeah," Dick spat the blood out, and onto Joker's face," Respect."

Barely controlling his rage, Joker dabbed at the stain with his hand. Then turned and started walking out the door, while saying," You'll regret that."

When the heavy door shut, Dick let out a deep sigh. His body relaxed, and his eyes blinked shut. His whole body was screaming in pain, and he didn't know how many 'games' he could endure before he completely gave out.

It seemed like a few seconds, but Joker soon came back in. This time with two bulky men in suits behind him, their faces were blank, compared to Joker's sickeningly gleeful one.

"Got some friends, huh?" Dick said cockily.

Joker smiled, and ignored the comment," Boys, pick him up." He said, and gestured from his men to Dick.

All the cockiness drained out of Dick's body as the two giants lumbered over to his chair. They reached their thick arms around the chair and dragged him over to their boss. Every movement caused Dick's broken body to burn with pain, and he had to bite his lip so he didn't cry out.

While the men were carelessly dragging his chair, Joker walked along side him," So bat brat. How's it feel to be the helpless one in this situation? No daddy bat to swoop in and save you now."

Dick opened his mouth to respond, but only a pained groan came out. His torn Nightwing uniform allowing all the cold air to seep into his bones, and causing more aches and pains.

"Ha! The brave Nightwing, reduced to this. Oh, I need to capture the moment." He drew out a camera from his jacket pocket, and raised it to Dick's face," Smile!" There was a blinding flash and Dick blinked his eyes furiously, in attempt to clear the bright light from his eyes.

After the picture slid out of the side of the camera, Joker observed it," Mhm. This one's a keeper! Here, look!" He thrust the picture into the young man's face with a smile. One look at it confirmed Dick's thoughts. He looked terrible. His body was thin and beaten, and his usually peppy eyes were dull and glazed over.

"Oh yes, Batsy will enjoy these!" Joker said, and skipped ahead to open the nearing door.

Dick braced himself for whatever horrors awaited him, but was shocked to be greeted by a familiar setting. It was the circus he grew up in! A wistful smile threatened to break out, but all joy was lost when he saw who was in the center ring: Haley. The ring leader who was like an uncle to him, some of Dick's happiest memories were with him.

When the man saw Dick he opened his mouth to speak, but when Dick frantically shook his head, he closed it. Haley would recognize him, because his Nightwing symbol and armor is similar to his old Flying Grayson costume. Dick prayed that Joker didn't know he had connections with Haley, and just picked some random man for whatever 'game' he was to play.

"So, Nightwing. Here in front of you is an innocent man, one who has people who love him." Joker said, and Dick sighed with relief that he didn't know about Haley knowing him.

With a cough, Dick said," What? So now you're just kidnapping random people? That's low, even for you." Haley's eyes widened further at the sound of Dick's voice, no doubt his concern was growing.

"Well, I know how you in the Bat family work. You'd die for a random person, or at least do anything to prevent "civilians" from being harmed. So, I'm going to see how far you'll actually go." Joker sneered.

"Try me."

The clown smiled a sinister smile," Oh you bet I will." He pulled a pair of brass knuckles from his pockets and put them on. He drew his arm back and then struck out. The brass came in violent contact with Dick's face, and caused him to reel back in pain. The fist came down over and over again, eventually drawing shouts of protest from Haley.

When he stopped beating him, Dick gave a small whimper, and drew in a rattling breath. Black spots were dancing in his vision, and the circus themed room spun, but he managed to get a glimpse of Joker walking over to a shaking Haley.

Dick saw Joker's fist rise into the air and cried out," Stop!"

Joker turned and gestured for his men to drag Haley closer," Oh? Are you ready to play a game now?"

"Yes, anything. Just-just don't hurt him." Dick panted, his lungs aching for air.

With a smile Joker pulled off his brass knuckles and pointed to the high wire," You are going to put on a show for us."

Yes, I'm aware this is short chapter. But I had to write something before I'm going to be away from a computer for a day and a half. And I know that in some comics and shows that the Flying Grayson's costumes didn't look like his current NightWing one, but the shows and comics I read/watched did. And I don't know if I spelled Haley wrong, if I did please feel free to tell me so. I hope you enjoyed! Leave a review or PM me if you have any ideas, comments or questions. Buh-bye!

(SHIT sorry I realized this 5 minutes ago that I YET AGAIN posted the wrong chapter to the wrong story! I AM GOING TO DIE OF EMBARESMANT sorry for all the typos in this I'm trying to get it finished. I am so sos so so so sorry)