#I shouldn't really tag this as Jaydick cause it really is not lol

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Can I request 12. “Just do it.” for Arkhamverse Jay? How about something painful for my sadomasochistic heart? Maybe Dick and Slade finding Robin Jason in Arkham, and deciding to take advantage of him? 👀😈

12. "Just do it" - Arkhamverse!Jason/Dick Grayson(?) + Slade Wilson

this is not at all what you asked but it's what my brain decided to produce :') sorry about that. I hope you enjoy regardless!

Please proceed with caution, noncon and torture and dark shit below.

Jason can't feel his hands and wrists and barely has a notion of what's happening to his shoulders, but he knows he should be in pain. He's spent long enough in that position for the shoulders to pop out of their sockets and for the wire to cut through his forearms.

Nightwing looks at him like Jason is supposed to be looked at, a mix of disgust and contempt. «I should take you out of your misery.» He says, and Jason's head spins wildly as it gets tilted up by one of the man's sticks. Then he says something else but the static in Jason's ears grows too loud, and it's a hit to his face that snaps him out of it, strong enough for his cheekbone to crack.

«Answer, cockroach.» Nightwing is saying. «You look like you're going to beg for me to end it.»

«Just do it.» His tongue is so swollen it doesn't properly sit in his mouth, his words slur. It doesn't matter. Beside everything, he would prefer the man he once regarded as a brother to finally kill him, because Jason knows he isn't going to get out of this alive.

«I'm going to have some fun with you, first.»

His head lolls down once he's let go, and he doesn't have it in him to protest when fingers dig into one of his legs to pull it up and expose him. He thinks he can bear this. As soon as once it's over, it will be over forever.

He doesn't expect Grayson to be less cruel than anyone else, he knows he hated him. He hated how the Robin name was taken away from him, how it was given to a street urchin. Jason had thought for a time that maybe Grayson had grown fond of him, but once he'd found himself in the darkness of Arkham Asylum, he realized he was just being delusional about it. It's almost fair. It was all Bruce's fault anyway, he doesn't hold a grudge on Grayson for that.

«You're high as a kite, you little bitch...» The man huffs and grunts as Jason's body rolls, not really responding to anything but with raspy groans. There's another blow to his face and his temporal bone cracks loudly, and this time the pain is there, enough to make him clench and whimper. «That's better. I don't mind if it's gonna take me to beat you to death to make you writhe on my cock.»

Did Dick really hate him that much...? Jason isn't exactly surprised but it still hurts somewhere inside of him where it was still not entirely shattered. He tries to blink and focus, maybe he should apologize. This might bevthe very last thing he says, he needs to at least try. But then he sees blood coming from the tip of a sword that pierces Grayson's chest, so he looks up and sees his wide eyes, mouth open in quiet shock.

The sword pulls back and blood splatters on Jason's chest and neck, then it returns and slices the man's throat. A moment later they're both falling, and Jason is distantly aware that the recoil is going to likely rip both arms off his torso but he can't bring himself to care. It doesn't happen though. He's held as Grayson's limp body slips away from him, and he keeps being held while his arms get detached from the hook keeping them upright, then brought down. There's someone else with him, another man with a strange suit, orange and black split in the middle of his face. Jason doesn't care, his torturers all look the same to him at this point, except...

«Don't cry, kid.» The man is using something to cut the wires around his forearms. That hurts, but Jason just shudders at the sting of the metal getting peeled and plucked off of his flesh. «Save your tears for when we get the hell out of here.»

Jason can't stop looking at the man bleeding out on the floor. He just whimpers when his arms get popped back into the shoulder sockets, then tries to scramble away. Nightwing is dying right in front of him. «Let me go.» He whispers. «You...» He glances at the masked man, then back to the other on the floor, his breath coming in short. «You killed him, you...»

«I killed him.» The masked man doesn't move and Jason almost manages getting away, but his legs don't hold him up and his arms are functionally useless. He gets caught again before he can hit the floor, and this time it's more rough and it presses on everything which is burned, broken and bruised, making Jason wail between his teeth. «Calm down.» The man pulls up his mask and reveals white hair and an eyepatch. Slade Wilson, Jason remembers vaguely, Deathstroke. A mercenary who Bruce hated. Another villain, as he imagined. He killed Dick. «That man is not who you think he is.» He holds Jason steady and reaches down, lifts the dead vigilante up by the top of his head like a ragdoll. «Look at him. This is not Nightwing.»

Jason looks. The drugs are still fogging him enough but he looks hard enough, and he recognizes hazy dark eyes. Brown hair. Dick's hair has always been as black as Jason's if not more, and his eyes bluer than robin's eggs. This is not Nightwing.

This is just a man who dressed with an imitation of Nightwing's suit, Grayson has never been there.

«There's a commotion going on in the Asylum.» Deathstroke says and stands up, holding Jason like he was an old blanket. «Good time to go. The drug will wear off soon and the pain will set in, but I'm going to need you to be silent when it happens. As silent as you can be.»

The room shifts. Spins around him, disappears from Jason's view. He can't really move but he is indeed starting to feel the pain, his arms quivering and feeling like a scorching poker pierces his palms up to the balls of his shoulders. He's being taken away...? «Why?» He grits out, trying to be as quiet as instructed.

«I was hired to watch you.» The man answers. He pulled his mask back, Jason is not sure when it happened. «I've seen enough.»

The pain is growing, spreading to his face and his neck and blooming through his bruised belly and his broken ribs, coming from wounds old and new. He wants to pass out but he knows he won't get that luxury.

«Where?» He rasps, not sure it was audible in any meaningful way. He thinks of Grayson's face while the man was raping him. That was not Dick, and that makes him tear up again way more than the pain, not that he knows why. «Where...?» He repeats, involuntarily struggling, and the man makes a sound like he's trying to soothe a balking horse.

«Away.»

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Thank you for the prompt Sands! Again, I assume this is not what you wanted but I am really sorry, I cannot write top!Dick to save my life lmao (also I love Daddy Slade when it comes to an Arkhamverse scenario) Also apologies for how long this was. If you got here, I hope you had fun nonetheless :)

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