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Gods, Tim had thought Joker was just targeting him to kill him, like he always did with Robins. Not to turn him into some kind of mini Joker, into a weapon against Batman. Not to mention it fucking hurt. Tim barely noticed when Joker spun out of the room, distracted by the way his blood was turning to acid. His bones felt like they were splintering, and Tim couldn’t hold back the whimpers through gritted teeth or the way tears streamed down the sides of his face, salt stinging the abused skin.Tim knew how to withstand torture. He knew how important it was to keep a goal in mind. Thankfully, Tim already knew what his goal was.Kill the Joker.