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Saviour Part 2 // Jason Todd x gn!reader

Synopsis: You brought him back to your apartment and tried to help him the best you could.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: After getting a few comments asking for a part 2, I decided to do it! Thank you everyone for all the notes on part 1 of Saviour. I didn’t think it would do as well as it did! I hope this is as good as the last. Enjoy!

saviour part 1

warnings: description of bodily harm, torture

The drive back to your apartment felt like it lasted forever. You were coming back down from the adrenaline rush from rescuing the forgotten Robin. Your hands gripped the steering wheel and blood seeped from your palms and arms from the zagged edges of the razor wire. The pain was dull, but the severe and unexpected situation of finding him made you forget. The car’s engine hummed as you drove, a song could be heard playing subtly in the silence. Robin was breathing heavily, his gaze withdrawn and empty. His rescue happened so quickly and suddenly, making him convinced this was all a hallucination and he was truly losing his mind. This was all a forgotten normalcy for him. You tried to keep to the quiet roads as you drove through Gotham to try and keep the drive as comfortable as possible for him.

You finally got to the street where your apartment was and parked in your usual space. You then turned to face Robin. He sat hugging his legs in the backseat, it looked like he was trying to ground himself. He was still shaking and couldn’t meet your gaze. To get him to your apartment, you realized you would have to cover his armor as it was easily recognizable.

“Robin?” You called out in a gentle tone.

He rocked backward and forward, right now it seemed like he was unresponsive – almost like he was stuck in his own mind.

“I’m going to get out of the car now and go into the trunk to get out a blanket to cover you while I get you to my apartment.” You announced in the same gentle tone. Even though he didn’t answer, you hoped he could hear you, so he knew what was going to happen.

You opened your car door and got out, walking to the trunk of your car. You hoped your neighbors weren’t home, as your uniform was bloodied and dirty from the slashes caused by the razor wire and the grimy room. You opened the trunk and pulled out a blanket, it was just a bland black one. You then closed the trunk and made your way to the back passenger door and opened it. Robin was still in the same position and still seemed unresponsive.

“Robin, you can get out the car now.” You tried, hoping he could hear you and move.

After a short while, he slowly turned his head to face you. He began to shakily get out of the car and as he did you successfully wrapped the blanket around his body. As suspected, Robin was still extremely weak, so you supported his weight once more and guided him to your apartment.

When you got to your apartment, you assisted Robin to your bathroom and tried your best to sit him on the edge of the bathtub. You opened the drawer and retrieved the first aid kit you owned. The injuries he had sustained were quite serious and the kit was far too limited and basic to help him, but it was all you had as he refused to seek proper medical treatment. You opened the kit up and placed it on the counter next to your sink. If you were going to treat him, you would have to treat his whole body but due to his withdrawn state, it wasn’t possible right now.

“I’m going to treat the wounds I can see right now.” You say in a clear tone.

Robin nodded as a reply, which made you feel a sense of relief as he is slowly communicating again. You picked up some antiseptic wipes and began to clean the wounds to prevent any possibilities of future infection. The wounds that weren’t deep had plasterers put on and the wounds that were received stitches. When that was done, you began to gently clean the dirt and grime from his face. The J branding on his cheek looked extremely painful and sensitive, so you tried to avoid that area and go around it. The branding looked almost healed, so you left it alone for now. You tried to remain as light with your touches as possible and announce when you’d do something else. He flinched every time you touched his face or put something down. When you finished tending to him, you began to stitch yourself up and bandage your hands and put plasters on your arms. The injuries you sustained getting him out of Arkham were luckily very minor and weren’t too deep. After you finished tending to his wounds and your own, you put away the first aid kit. You knew he couldn’t stay in that armor; it must be extremely uncomfortable and dirty from wearing it for however long he was held in captivity.

 “Robin?”  You called.

He looked up but still didn’t meet your eyes, he looked tired and a little calmer now, but his gaze was still zoned out.

“How would you feel about having fresh clothes to put on?” You asked in a mellow tone, unsure of what his reaction would be.

His eyes widened and thought for a moment. He gave a light nod as a reply.

“I’ll be back.” You announce, going to your bedroom. You dug through your drawers for suitable clothing and fished out a pair of men’s sweatpants and an old band tee your friend left from sleeping over a few years back, hopefully they’d fit him. You walked back into the bathroom and handed Robin the spare clothes.

“Do you... need any help?” You questioned.

He shook his head, and you left the bathroom to give him privacy. As he got dressed, you entered your kitchen to prepare him food. You weren’t sure if he had even eaten recently, but this was the best thing to do right now. You prepared him some toast and a drink of water, as something bland would be easier to eat after such a long time. Robin then emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing the clothes you had given him, and it looked like they fit him well.

“I prepared you some food.” You started, placing the continents on the table for him.

He walked over and sat down, digging in immediately. It didn’t take him long to finish his food and water. He looked up at you and met your gaze for the first time.

“Thank you…” he uttered. These were his first words since leaving the asylum.

“It’s no problem, Robin.” You reply with a smile.

For the rest of the day, you and Robin mostly sat in a comfortable silence. You didn’t want to pry or ask too many questions; he probably didn’t trust you yet and was still cautious. Throughout the day, you also provided him with more food and drink to build up his strength. When it got late, he fell asleep on your sofa, succumbing to exhaustion. You stayed near, in case he needed you. You sat on the single chair next to your sofa and began to fall asleep yourself.

In the early hours of the morning, Robin began to thrash around in the chair he was lying on. He dreamt he was back in the underground of Arkham, being subjected to the Joker’s ruthless and barbaric torture. The Joker made him look at the pictures of Batman and the new Robin – telling him how he was easily replaceable, and Batman didn’t care about him anymore. The Joker laughed in his face, and he began to hit him with a rusty crowbar.

Robin shot up and screamed, everything felt so real – the pain, the Joker’s shrill voice and the rancid smell. Robin was convinced he was back, and your rescue was the dream instead. He gripped onto the cushion of your sofa, trying to ground himself once again. His screams woke you up. You rushed up and turned on a nearby lamp. You knelt by him and could see the tears that streamed down his cheeks, he looked petrified. He was violently shaking; it appeared like he was still in his nightmare.

“Robin?” You tried to snap him out of it.

He then looked down at you, it seemed like he was a little more coherent now. Without thinking, you placed a hand on his arm. You wanted to comfort him, only realizing after that this action may have caused him to strike at you out of fear you would hurt him, or he was still dreaming, but he didn’t. He did flinch, but he welcomed the soft touch, desperate for human contact that held no malicious intentions.

“I’m… I’m not Robin anymore.” His tone was clear. “My name is… Jason.” He stuttered. He couldn’t be referred to as Robin, he was replaced by another.

“Okay Jason…” You reply, surprised he told you his real name – especially right now.

You didn’t say anything more, but you sat there for as long as he needed it and kept your hand on his arm. You knew now you were the only person who could help Jason. It seems like everyone who was supposed to protect him had failed him and left him behind. He was a lost soul who endured horrors at the hand of one of Gotham’s most notorious criminals. You had no idea or experience on how to handle this, but you knew that you had to. It was your priority now to help him.

[respectthemasquerade]

Saviour // Jason Todd x gn!reader

Synopsis: Working at Arkham Asylum definitely wasn’t the most easiest job in the world, but bills where piling up and had to be paid. You thought your day was going quietly, until you heard soft cries coming from the abandoned wing of the asylum…

word count: 1.8k

Note: This is my first work on tumblr, I hope it’s okay! I recently completed Batman Arkham Knight again and I got inspired! Enjoy.

saviour part 2

warnings: description of bodily harm, torture

Your heels clicked against the harsh cement floors of the infamous Arkham Asylum, dulling the eerie silence. Working in a place like Arkham wasn't your first choice, but the bills had to be paid, and you needed the money to survive. The silence made you feel like you were under a predator’s gaze; the feeling of anxiety was imminent, as places as dangerous and erratic as Arkham were never quiet for long.

You were walking through the abandoned wing, having to go through the area to deliver some paperwork to the other side of the asylum. The area was dingy and outdated, showing its age. You felt a mixed array of emotions about being in the abandoned wing; one side of you felt safe knowing it's impossible for any patients to be around. The other side of you was screaming to get out of there, anyone could be lurking, waiting to attack at any time. The security at Arkham wasn't the best at all, criminals like The Joker and Harley Quinn were always escaping to continue their violent and deranged crime sprees across Gotham until they got arrested by Batman or the other vigilantes that protected the crime-ridden city. Most of the patients at the asylum were depraved criminals who had committed horrendous crimes, which made you feel like prey walking under a predator’s gaze.

You were deep in thought for a moment until you began to hear quiet sobs. It caught you off guard; in theory, nobody should be in the area, other than the odd personnel that use the abandoned wing as a shortcut. The weeping could be coming from anyone, a patient using it as a tactic to catch you off guard, or someone was hurt. You toyed with the idea of walking toward the sound of the sobs, as someone might be in genuine need of help.

You began to cautiously walk to where the weeps were coming from; they came from a room in which the door was cracked open. You steadied your breathing and tried to make your footsteps as light as possible to avoid detection in case of danger. You pushed open the door slightly, and the hinges echoed throughout the wing. The hinges were loud and high-pitched, sounding like a scream, which reminded you of the victims of the criminally insane that rotted here. The room had nothing to it, it just led to a downstairs. To your knowledge, Arkham Asylum did not have an underground. Maybe it was something the senior employees knew about. If nobody else knew about this and it was off the record, horrors must have occurred down there.

You began to descend down the stairs, which creaked with every step you took. The stairs where wooden and corroded, which was the main clue of how old this area of Arkham was. As you got to the bottom of the stairs, you walked into a room. The smell of the room was rancid, the heavy metallic smell of blood and human waste lingered in the air. The room was dark, which made it extremely difficult to make out what could be in there.

Your eyes began to adjust, you could just make out a figure hunched in a chair. Whoever they are, they were being tortured and had been for a while. You were terrified, only running on adrenaline as you walked deeper into the room. You could make out that the figure looked like it was a man and was wearing some kind of armour. You looked up to see a string attached to a light; you reached up to pull it. The lightbulb gave off a hum and quickly sparked to life, and you could now see everything more clearly. The man's armour had a "R" on his chest, then it hit you. The figure was the Robin that went missing and was presumed dead. You gasped loudly. You then looked around the room to see pictures plastered of Batman with the new Robin. Endless news articles were stapled to the wall about Batman's endless saves. Your attention then turned to the lost Robin, who made groaning noises and sobs.

"Hello?" You softly say, walking in front of him and kneeling down to get a closer look. His face was littered with cuts, bruises, and blood that caked into his skin. He had a branding on his cheek too, which was the letter "J". The branding looked painful and was scabbed, indicating that it was recent. Your mind immediately went to Gotham’s most notorious and deranged criminal - The Joker.

The Robin tried to look at you, but his breathing became erratic in fear, thinking this was just another one of Joker’s cruel games. The games were sadistic, giving the lost Robin false hope of escape and the impending thought of never making it out of here alive.

"You’re- you’re just another one of his games." His voice was croaky, his tone broken and beaten down. "Joker, come out now! I know! This is another one of your games!" The Robin screamed, beginning to thrash in his chair.

"Shhhhh I'm not here to hurt you. I heard your cries, I work here. Please, let me help." You tried to beg. Your main priority now was to save him.

He began to shake his head; he couldn't believe you. How could you know he was down here, being tortured relentlessly by The Joker’s hand, suffering in the dark and dingy underground of Arkham Asylum.

You could sense he did not trust you at all, which you could understand. God knows what The Joker put him through. You began to scour his chair to see how he was tied down. You then saw the razor wire that bound his arms and legs to the chair.

This was the type of situation where you had to act extremely fast in case of The Jokers return. You began to try and rip off the razor wire, even if the razor edges sliced your hand. You were successful with his left arm, so you quickly went to tug it off. You could feel the pain from the razors, snagging at the flesh of your hands and arms. His hands were finally free, so you went to your knees to release his legs. They were bound to both chair legs, so you began to unwrap the razor wire to release him. You then threw the wires to the other side of the room and stood back up to help him get on his feet. Now, you had to get him out of here.

"Do you think you can move?" You asked.

Robin was in and out of consciousness, he didn't realise he had been released from his binds until he heard your voice once more. He looked down at his arms and tried to move them, but they were extremely heavy due to his lack of movement for the days, weeks, or months he had been down here. Robin still didn't know if he could trust you, but the Jokers barbaric 'games' never went this far, never going to the point of him being released from his agonising binds.

He shook his head as a reply, using his voice was extremely painful from the screaming and lack of anything to drink. You knelt and wrapped his arm around your neck, wrapping your other arm around his waist to hoist him up. He let out groans of pain from the injuries he's sustained.

You supported his weight with everything you had and began to walk toward the stairs. Getting him up the stairs would be a challenge. Despite being left and tortured for a long amount of time, he was still quite heavy. You held him tight as you ascended, trying not to accidentally hurt him. In this state he was frail. He hadn't had access to necessities for a long time. You then finally got him up the stairs, and you swung the door open.

"It will be okay, you're almost out of here." You huffed, struggling to hold his weight.  

Robin couldn't muster a reply, everything in that moment was too much for his body. You hauled him out of the abandoned wing and through one of the emergency exists to avoid any of your colleagues from seeing you and asking questions. You could feel your arm begin to go dead and blood dripping from your hands, but you had to push on and get him to your car. The exit led to the back of Arkham, which meant the car park was nearby.

“We’re almost there…” You reassured him, continuing to drag him along as best you could without trying to cause any pain or discomfort.

He groaned and gave a nod as a reply. He couldn’t tell if his rescue was real or just a hallucination from the drugs the Joker pumped through him during his captivity. Robin was struggling to keep his already weak grip on reality. He couldn’t even tell if he was alive, maybe he wasn’t leaving Arkham. Maybe you were an angel guiding him to the afterlife and the eternal peace he yearned for. You finally got him to your car, using your remaining strength, you flung open the doors to the backseat. You guided his unconscious body inside and laid him across the back seats. Then you rushed to the driver’s seat and got in, beginning to pull out and drive away.

You let out an anxious sigh, looking at the beaten Robin through the car mirror. You successfully got him out of there, without any detection. It was definitely risky and dangerous, but you couldn’t just leave him there to be a victim of the Jokers evil nature. He was huddled and was violently shaking.

“Robin?” You called out, “I’ve got to get you to a hospital, you’re really hurt.”

His eyes shot open, and he began to shake his head. “No, you can’t. No hospital.” His voice was gravelly and broken. He didn’t want to go, what if the Joker found him? What if they called Bruce and he found him? What would he say to Bruce after he abandoned him and replaced him like he was nothing.

You nodded, “Okay, I won’t.”

He sounded terrified. You didn’t know what happened to him during his imprisonment or even before, so you decided not to take him to a hospital, instead you opted to take him back to your apartment.

The rest of the car journey was silent. You occasionally looked into the car mirror to check on him, he was still huddled, and his eyes were wide open now - they were bloodshot and teary. Whatever trauma he went through, it was severe and would haunt him forever. All you could do now was try to help him as best you could and offer support.