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Tears and Rain	By : Waxcrayons Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 13546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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...And he was back. The room was vacant save him. The pain had lessened a little, enough to allow him to sit up and still be capable of inhaling air. Then, once he was up and fairly alert, the reason for his waking became very apparent. He had to urinate. Now. But with arms stuffed in the straight-jacket and a leash that didn't reach the washroom there wasn't anything he could do about it. Well, there was that one option... But he wasn't going to do that. He grit his teeth and went about retrieving stones from the pile and pulled out the hospital gowns from beneath the heater and got to work. Squirming and cursing his painfully full bladder and the cold floor the whole way. After an estimated agonizing hour he finally managed to tie the gowns together in a knot that would hold. He dared anyone to do a better job using only their feet under his kind of duress. He shoved the tied rope back under the heater as he heard the faint echo of footsteps coming closer and jumped back down into place. It was not a good idea, that sudden jostle. Very painful, in fact.

For once in his life he prayed it was Edward Nygma who came a knockin' on his door. Nygma might have been sympathetic to his current... situation. Of course it was the clown... It usually was the clown. Before he had put on the cape and cowl there had never been a clown. The Joker seemed to be part and parcel with his own existence. Not something he liked to associate with, but the facts were there. If not for him, the world might never have had the displeasure of knowing the Joker. He tried to remain blank but he couldn't stop the foot or leg twitching. His kidneys were screaming bloody murder at him loud enough to keep distracting him from what was being said to him.

Joker hated to be ignored. The mad clown pulled him to his feet by the choke chain alone and glared dangerously at him... and his squirming. Slowly, and with a twisted sense of pleasure and a perverted mind the clown cupped him roughly and pushed up, pressuring his bladder. All his effort was not nearly enough. He hissed in pain and the Joker delighted in it. "Need to use the loo, Baby-cakes? Why didn't you just say so?" His peeling laughter went right through him as the clown undid the end of the choke chain fastened to the heater, the chain that severely limited his range of mobility, and shoved him towards the bathroom he couldn't have reached otherwise.

And then, as he stood in front of the urinal it occurred to him exactly what was going to happen here. "Whoa, wait." He croaked with his swollen throat. "Put some cuffs and keep on me, or something."

The Joker squealed delightfully. "Nuh, uh, uh! Think I'm giving you any advantage, Pudding? You're always turning things around on me. This is your only option... Other then pissing yourself later, that is. Ahahahahahahahaaa!"

His mouth hung slack as he tried to fully accept that the Joker -The fucking Joker- had his hand worming around his very private region trying to free his member without undoing the straight jacket. His face formed into a perfect silent snarl and he looked down, certain that this, the Joker holding his member and laughing into his ear, was the worst, most humiliating moment he was ever going to have to experience. His eyes closed and he wiped his features clean. Better not to let the lunatic know how humiliated he was. A hand slapped his ass, startling him into releasing a little liquid... and the seal was broken, so the saying went.

"Holding my cock's not enough, you have to play grab-ass too?" He said evenly, roiling inside.

"It's a nice ass, Sweet-cheeks." The Joker said in that trademark falsetto. "One shake or two? I'm not sure of how many you're allowed before it stops being bathroom etiquette and just plain playing with yourself."

Oh God... It certainly wasn't a shake he was given. None of the following strokes were. It's not about sex... Relax... He's trying to humiliate you. Get under your skin in a way he's never been able to before. Don't react. Don't give him anything. He'll enjoy anything I say. He repeated the mantra over and over with an expressionless face. To look at him you might be able to argue that he was unaware of how he was being mishandled.

"You are just the worst." The clown spat, growing bored once he realized he wouldn't get any kind of reaction out of the captive Knight. "Well," Joker pouted, stuffing his sensitive flesh roughly back into his undersuit. "I know what will make me feel better."

The ankle fetter came off suddenly and a gun was placed at his temple. "You make any sudden move and I'm shooting the other four innocent people here. Then I might shoot you."

Fair enough... for now. He decided. He couldn't save them unless he knew where they were anyway. He was marched, chain held tight, into what he had correctly guessed as a hall. It was dank and humid and lit only by emergency lighting. There was an active bustle coming from long down the hall. The Joker's crew, the clown had explained with a devious smile. Towards the crew was not where he was being lead. He was pushed instead into yet another run down facility lab, this one with new technology obviously brought in recently... but judging by the fresh coat of dust, not too recently. However unorganized and sporadic the breakout and the slaughter at the Asylum had appeared to be, there was clearly a carefully laid out plan here between these four villains... Each of them planned to get something out of him.

One of the doctors he had failed to rescue at the Asylum was tied into a chair, hooked up to an ominous looking machine. Naturally Nygma stood in the middle of his contraption in full costume, his long hair lifting with the static in the room. The Riddler motioned to the vacant chair opposite the doctor and the Joker shoved him in the general direction with only the most obvious huff of boredom.

"If I didn't need you to hack into Gotham's mainframe, Eddie I swear I would strangle you right here."

"I thank you for sharing your favorite playmate." Nygma certainly didn't sound like a man who was afraid of the Joker like he had claimed to be. "Sit down, Dark Knight." He complied as there really wasn't much of a choice at this current moment. The Riddler hooked him up to the machine and gave him a wink. "Well, my worthy adversary, tonight we play a little game."

"What kind of game?"

"A favorite of mine. A guessing game. I am going to ask you twenty questions and you are going to answer honestly or Doctor Holm over there is going to get a good and potent jolt of electricity through him. Every time you lie to me, the volts will increase, and our dear doctor may not be able to take it. Pacemakers are terribly finicky devices, wouldn't you agree?"

Pacemaker... I can't even risk a lie if that is true. One rogue current through his pacemaker could kill the man. He stowed his simmering anger and met Nygma's gaze. "Does it work both ways?" He inquired.

"Im not asking him questions."

"Does it work both ways?" He asked again.

"Yes, already!" Nygma snapped.

He nodded and made sure the doctor was looking his way. "Doctor Holm, tell me you do not have a pacemaker."

The man sputtered but complied. It was a lie, the large electric jolt told him. Doctor Holm did indeed have a pacemaker.

"I'm insulted you didn't believe me, Batman. Are you satisfied now?"

"What are we playing for?" He demanded.

"Impatient are you? We are playing for two things. Your identity and Doctor Holm's life. In twenty questions I will deduce who you are. If I guess it in less, Doctor Holm will die. If you lie, Doctor Holm will be shocked and he will probably die. If I can only guess your identity after the full twenty, the man lives another day."

"And if you can't guess it at all?"

"Oh, I highly doubt it will come to that. But to simply lay out the ground rules; if I can't deduce who you are, I will personally walk the man out of here to freedom."

"The odds are very stacked in your favor, Nygma. Very poor sportsmanship on your part."

"I know. I'm a little ashamed of that... but this is the last time we get to play, Dark Knight. I have to make it count."

What does he mean 'last time'? He didn't have time to ask. Nygma was already thinking out loud. The deadly twenty-questions game had commenced.

"I guess we'll start off with something that's been bothering me since we pulled that mask off of your face. Is that your natural hair color?"

Of all the... "Yes." Admitting such a small detail didn't help his rising aggravation.

"Should have guessed, Bat-brunette." Nygma chuckled. "Now, with all those toys at your disposal, you must have resources. I mean, that car must cost a fortune on it's own. So, Batman. Are you wealthy?"

"Yes."

"Are you independently wealthy or inheritably wealthy?"

"That's two questions, Nygma."

"Answer them both. Questions three and four respectively."

He grit his teeth, not sure if Nygma had wasted a question or cleverly narrowed his suspect pool to the limited old money and new money hybrids in America. "Yes to both."

"Interesting..." The Riddler mused. "Are you a prominent figure of the community other then as the Batman?"

"...Yes." He bit out.

"Are you a Gothamite, born and bred?"

"Yes."

"Have you been on the cover of a magazine?"

"Many." He replied casually. As both Batman and Bruce Wayne.

Nygma seemed to catch himself. "Have you made magazine appearances out of your bat-pajama's?"

"Yes." That's eight questions so far.

"You are a popular guy, Batsy!" The Joker piped in. "I thought you were just saying that earlier."

The Riddler furrowed his brow, his concentration disrupted, but he didn't dare hush the crazed clown. "Do you work for a home-grown industry?"

That was a tricky question. He didn't work for Wayne Enterprises. He owned it. "Sort of." He was relieved to see the poor doctor was spared a shock.

Nygma pondered this for a good long while. "Does your work involve a home-grown industry?"

"Yes."

"Are you a CEO?"

"No."

"Contract worker?"

"No." Twelve questions. Hopefully he's stuck on this factoid for a while longer.

No such luck. Nygma chose to leave that line of thinking alone for the moment and tried a new direction. "Are you dating anybody?"

"No." I'm not... Officially.

"That was so unconvincing, as true as it must be. Out of pure curiosity let me ask you this: Do you wish you were seeing somebody in particular?"

It was a stupid question... But it put Doctor Holm one step closer to living. He spared a glance to the doctor who was weeping silently. He couldn't blame the man. His life hung on a stupid game of twenty questions.

"Answer." The Riddler pressed and Doctor Holm jumped as a shock ran through him.

"What the hell!?" He glared accusingly at the man. "I didn't lie to you."

"Added insurance I forgot to mention. To keep the game flowing at a good pace, if you take to long to answer the old doctor gets a shock."

"Fuck you, Nygma." He growled. He never used that language as part of his holier then thou persona around these criminals, and he could tell it completely threw them off their game.Good. Fuck this whole situation.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Nygma admonished.

"No." He answered satisfactorily. Thirteen questions, Riddler.

"Well played, Batman." Nygma narrowed his eyes. "Now answer the other question."

Did he wish he was dating Clark? "I'm not sure." he answered, and Doctor Holm remained un-shocked, if still a weeping mess. He delighted to see how furious Nygma was getting with his flippant answers. But he wasn't lying, so they still counted.

"Are you married?" He asked sharply.

"No." Fifteen.

The Riddler paced about, presumably giving all of his fifteen facts a run over. "Are you a homosexual, Batman?"

Well, now. That was a blunt question. A question that would exclude many rich industrialists from Nygma's pool of potential identities including Bruce Wayne. That is, if he could answer yes. He didn't think he could. Clark was the only man that he had ever been seduced by... But then, how many women had put him under the spell Clark had that evening that seemed so very long ago? Nobody comes to mind. He realized a with a sudden shock that had nothing to do with the machine he was hooked up to. "I..." He began. How to answer? He couldn't lie, but he wasn't sure of the truth. The clock was ticking away and very soon Doctor Holm was going to be electrocuted. This time, the shock might stop the mans pacemaker. He hoped he was being honest enough. "I think... I think I am." He didn't sound like he thought anything of the sort. Doctor Holm was spared a shock, though.

Nygma's response wasn't what he expected. "Well that's a god damn cliché. A grown man who likes to dress up in tights takes out frustrations over his confused sexual identity by beating the hell out of other men?"

I don't think that's why I do the things I do... He chose not to bring that up.

The Riddler paused, a sudden light coming into his eyes. Almost giddily he asked his next question. "Do you own this home-grown company?"

Shit. His mind was still reeling from having to reflect on and decide his fucking sexual orientation on the fly like that. It wasn't fair that he had to answer any more questions when the weight of this was still pressing on him.

"I think I'm gay, Nygma." He reiterated. "Will you give me a fucking minute to let that sink in!?"

From the sidelines he could hear the Joker oozing delight at this show. His laughter could peel the wallpaper. "Oh, that's a riot!" He squealed. "Ask him if he thinks I'm attractive!"

"Absolutely not." That was the easiest question of the night. Or day. Hell if he could tell down here.

"That one doesn't count." Nygma said sternly.

"Oh, I know, I know!" The Joker continued to giggle. "Ask him if he wants to knock boots with that cape from Metropolis!"

He pursed his lips, refusing to give out any more freebies. If the Joker wanted to know, he was going to have to get Nygma to ask. It was going to count. And sure enough the Joker insisted with more then a threat in his words. Nygma twitched involuntarily, hating to waste his seventeenth question on something that wasn't going to help him win the game.

"Do you want to fuck Superman?" He asked both hurriedly and crudely. It was a bittersweet victory, seeing as how now he had to answer.

It might have been a question he could have answered differently if it had been asked earlier. With his recent coming out of the proverbial closet there wasn't very much indecision left on his side of the playing field. But, he could keep the truth to himself and still answer the question honestly. If only on a technicality. "No." He ignored the surprised sound that the clown made instead choosing to delight in the Riddler's wasted question. A look in Doctor Holm's direction said the doctor was daring to hope he would get out of this alive after all.

"Do you own your home-grown company?" The Riddler asked quickly before the Joker could come up with any other ludicrous questions. "Answer."

It was a reminder that they weren't out of the woods yet, Doctor Holm and he. "Yes." The Riddler had two more questions left, and he was closing in fast. Hopefully the whole homosexual thing would throw him off Bruce Wayne's trail. Brucie was an accomplished womanizer.

"So... A famous Gothamite. Born here. Magazine worthy. Old money who invested well in new industry. Tall, dark, handsome. The absolute ideal ninety-nine percent of women swoon over but thinks he's homosexual. Not married, but now we know why. Is it sad that there are a surprising number of men that description could fit?"

"I'd believe it." He agreed. Too many Nygma. Get overwhelmed. Make a mistake.

"Hmm...I can narrow this. Are you on Forbes list of the richest people?"

Oh, fuck you too, Forbes. That was it. He'd lost the game. Doctor Holm would die all because he was a bloody billionaire mogul. But... Oh! That little hiccup over the smart plane schematics LexCorp and and his company would be in court for years over had negatively impacted both of their stocks. He had dropped just enough billions to slip off of Forbes Richest. Luther's thieving ways had saved a mans life tonight. "No." He replied with a rush of glee he made sure to internalize. The Riddler was left with not one name on the Ten Richest list that came from Gotham, but the twenty-six that were on Forbes 400. And with one question left...

"Sonnuva gun." Nygma spat. "I was so certain, too. This is an exciting twist..." With a thoughtful noise the Riddler drew close enough to carefully look him over. "Killer Croc did not make this easy for me. "You do look familiar though. Your voice is strained. Croc again, I imagine." His voice drifted off. "I know you." He said with a growing certainty. "Do you own a Charity?"

"Yes." He said nervously, eyes widening. Did the Riddler have him after all? Doctor Holm would 'live another day' if the Riddler could guess after asking twenty questions... but be freed if he couldn't. Live another day. What did that mean? Would the man just live for one more day? Would he be shot tomorrow morning? "What do you mean by live another day?" He blurted out.

"Quiet." Nygma hissed. "I'm thinking."

"No!" He protested. "If you're wrong he gets to go free."

"Yes, I said that and I mean to follow through."

"But you asked twenty questions. What do you mean by he gets to live another day? If you guess correctly, what happens to him?"

The Riddler gave him a sardonic smile. "That beating really dulled your wits, huh? Well, since you're just catching on I will remind you that rules have already been set. You can't bargain now."

"...You'll just kill him tomorrow, won't you? If you're right."

"This is our last game, Batman. I can't pull any more punches." The words hung in the air along with the poor doctor's renewed sobs. Nygma looked at him for a long time. "Tell me, Batman, are you really..." And he bent low to whisper into his ear. "Bruce Wayne?"

I'll get us out of this, Doctor. I promise. But he needed the Doctor alive, so with a tremulous voice, he admitted to a secret he was keeping from even the other members of the Justice League. "I am." He whispered.

Nygma stood but his entire demeanor spoke of defeat.

I don't understand... He has the answer to one of the biggest riddles in America.

"Well, what's the scoop, Eddie?" The Joker yawned. "Is this bore-fest over with?"

"It is, Joker. The Batman is still an enigma."

"I could have told you that rat-mask was his real face and saved you all this time."

I don't understand.

"I guess I'll get to work on those mainframes, hmm?" The Riddler offered up, leading the conversation gently away from the game.

The Joker lost his grin for a split second but decided to let it slide. "Do that." The clown said in a sing-song way. "The date I've been planning for the Bat and I has to be perfect!" He was jerked out of the chair before he saw the clown move, being pulled back towards to hall.

He looked at the Riddler. I don't understand. He was right. I don't understand.

The Joker pulled him along, an arm around his shoulder like they were out for a stroll through the park. "Eddie's games are no fun. He didn't ask you anything important! I wanted to know your favorite balloon animal and chip flavour. I would have asked boxers or briefs, but our little bathroom adventure says black Priape jockstrap, ahahahahahahahaaa!" The shrill laugh continued until he was back in the small disused medical room and shackled to the coil-heater once again. Then, like turning on a switch, the mad clown grew eerily quiet and spoke with venomous malice. "It's a good thing you don't want to fuck that cape from Metropolis, Guano-man. You and I, we're going to go out together in a spectacular way. I've been planning this for years. Until I'm ready, we're just going to hang out here and play with our friends." Just as suddenly, he was all smiles and phoney cheer to a falsetto tune. "Try to get some sleep, Baby. Old Croc gave me a wicked idea..."

He was grateful when the clown chose to depart on those words. In fact, he shed tears of relief.
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