It was as if the crowbar was a whip. And as if the whip was alive with an infinite amount of thousands of flaming fires. Each burning through the fabric... Into his skin... And past that. Crackling bones played out their tunes as if the crowbar was simply a drum and his body was nothing but the instrument in which the drumstick needed to play.
"Drum... Drum... Drum... It's music to my ears! Oh scream for me would you? Pretty pretty pretty... Please? AHAHAHAHA!!!" The voice... Depicting evil to the core but simply a match of insanity, flaming the power of crazy that corrupted his mind. Eyes contoured in darkness like the black soul he sold but soulless he was truly, and that smile... Those stitches... That makeup... Every detail imprinting in the boys mind with every strike blown to him.
"I SAID SCREAM FOR ME!!!" Harder. The crowbar broke through the air at whistling speed, hitting its target with such and impact it sent limitless pain spreading all over, pumping through the cuts and bruises as if a ripple in the water beneath ice, and flowing up to the cracks in it.
"Agh! Aha... Nnng..." Sounds of desperation drowned in tears. A clogged noise, choking like. As if the tears in the boys eyes were blocking the air in his throat from passing within the tubes it needed to give him oxygen. Truly it could have just been the many broken, fractured, cracked, shattered and bruised ribs that were collapsing in on his lungs that was making him suffocate, but it was more than that... It was shock... Fear was definitely alive and tearing away at the ashes that remained of him...
"Shock and fear... Shock and fear oh... Oh what a beautiful mmmmmm stupendous combination aha! Mmmm..." The taunting was killing the boy, the voice, that voice! It melted his ears like liquid metal... Drilling inside his head, imprinting on everything like the scars, the cuts, the bruises, every wound being abusively left upon the boys pale red and black stained skin... It was driving him mad, driving him insane! All the chants! The chanting! The teasing! The voice!
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! AHHHHHHHHHH!! STOP! PLEASE! JUST STOP!" Sobs, no... No a sob like noise uttered the boy. Like a mix of such an unexplainable sound from such a damaged creature... Animal like, not a whimper, not a sob, much, much sadder... Holding much, much more hurt... Much, much pain...
And The Joker got what he wanted... Not only did he make it happen, and was there to experience it all, but he also recorded it. And who else would he send it to, besides the one person he knew adored Robin beyond any other?
"Batsy Batsy Batsy... Oh you're gonna love this." Such a cold, inviting smirk displayed on the Jokers face like a taunt, but somehow an invitation... Of the purest of Devils.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHH!!! SCREAM!!! BATSY AHAHAHAHAHA!!!"