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Tim wouldn’t describe himself as a masochist, that was for sick people and Tim wasn’t sick, right? His head always started to hurt as he tried to figure out where it all went wrong.
Was it the day he figured out Batman and Robin’s identities? Maybe it was the day he stood on the porch of Wayne Manor with blackmail material. Could it have been the day he finally wore the Robin costume? All those were factors but if he really narrowed it down, it was the day Jason Todd came into his life.
Yes, Jason Todd. The second Robin, the one who died. The one who somehow not only came back to life but dug his way out of his own grave. Jason who tracked Tim down to Titans Tower, cut the power, subdued any super powered hero that tried to stop him, all just to kidnap Tim.
One thing Tim hadn’t been prepared for was the constant in and out of consciousness. While he was awake Jason would call him names, beat him, and tell him how Batman wasn’t going to save him. How great it was going to feel watching the old man break as he watched another Robin die. Tim lost track of how many days it had been.
The room he was confined to had no windows, the ropes keeping him bound had long dug into his skin. Leaving his wrists dark purple from the bruises. Dark stains dotted the floor from the dried blood that covered every inch of Tim’s body. The blood in his hair was the most irritating, it itched and all he could do to relieve it was rub his head against the floor like a dog.
After a swift kick to the face he’d left Tim laying on his stomach in a puddle of drool that glued his face to the floor. It felt like hours later when beyond the door he heard an alarm go off. The door burst open and Jason stalked in. “It’s your lucky day little bird,” He leaned down grabbing the front of Tim’s torn costume. “Looks like daddy’s here to take you home.” Tim wailed in pain as he was hauled abruptly onto unsteady feet.
The fight that ensued passed by in a blur. He heard shouting, swearing, and possibly even some crying. Though the crying was more than likely coming from Tim as Jason used him as a human shield. Bruce, Batman, stood across the room trying to plead with Jason.
Tim blinked as the sound of laughter echoed off the walls, in the corner the Joker sat tied up. The clown just cackled, finding the whole thing amusing. Jason gave Bruce an ultimatum: kill the clown or Tim dies.
Something long and cold pressed to Tim’s throat. Bruce attempted to reason with Jason again but Jason ignored him and shoved the blade further into Tim’s throat. He could feel the rise and fall of Jason’s chest against his back, the older teen’s heart beating like a jackhammer. “Tick tock old man! Choose or I kill them both!” Jason’s other hand pointed a gun toward Joker.
“Oh, come on kid! Do it! Do it! Take us all down!” The clown laughed loudly, the grin on his face getting bigger.
Jason growled lowly next to Tim’s ear, the vibrations sent a shiver down Tim’s spine. Jason tensed before leaning closer, his lips brushing Tim’s ear. Tim let out a soft whine. “I felt that.” “Just fucking kill me…” Tim coughed out with a small head shake. “What a shame, I wonder how far I could’ve gotten under your skin.” Jason whispered leaving a soft kiss to the back of Tim’s head.
A shot rang out at the same time Tim felt the blade slice across his skin. In a puff of smoke Jason was gone, the Joker was still laughing in the corner, and Tim gasping as he laid in a growling pool of his warm blood.
“Tim! Tim, you’re going to be okay! I promise.” Bruce held Tim close to his chest. He felt the prick of a needle as his vision started going fuzzy.
Tim awoke in the bat cave, Alfred by his bedside tending to the multiple IVs in his arms. “Welcome back Master Tim.” The elder man smiled. Tim went to open his mouth but Alfred's quick hand signal stopped him. “I wouldn’t try to speak quite yet. You narrowly avoided having your vocal cords severed but they are going to be a bit tender due to the stitching around them.”
Tim rolled his head to the side with a sigh. Looking toward the main computer he could make out the shadows of Bruce, Dick and Barbara. “Master Timothy is awake!” Alfred cheerfully called out, tossing his gloves into the trash.
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Six months of physical therapy is how long it took for Tim to get full use of his voice back. Bruce even now had Tim benched from any Bat or Titans related cases until he deemed Tim fit to return. He wasn’t allowed down in the cave, wasn't allowed to train and he was starting to lose his mind. Alfred didn’t allow any super hero talk in the manor which made it difficult for him to keep up to date.
Last he was able to overhear from a mic he placed on Bruce's jacket, Nightwing was out of commission on a broken leg, Barbara had been paraylzed by who else but the Joker, and Jason, who named himself the Red Hood was going around Gotham leaving a trail of bodies.
Tim stared at his ceiling, the news playing in the background. Another low level drug gang was found dead this morning. Jason’s work given the red bat symbol he left at the scene. Sighing Tim’s fingers tapped over the jagged scar across his throat. If he focused enough he could still feel Jason’s chest on his back, his breath tickling Tim’s ear, the growl that went straight to Tim’s core.
Every red flag in Tim’s brain went off, he knew it was fucked up to be turned on while being seconds from death. Perhaps he’d taken one too many blows to the head and something in his brain disconnected. Tim didn’t have any other explanation for wanting Jason to take a knife back to his skin.
Tim closed his eyes, kicking off his sweatpants to grab his hardening member, setting a slow pace just to tease himself. Tim let his thoughts drift off as he dug his nails into the scar with a soft groan.
“I felt that.” Jason’s voice sounded clear as day in Tim’s ear. “Fucking worthless replacement.” A hard body pressed Tim further into the mattress. "Does Bats know what a freak his new Robin is?" Jason let out a dark chuckle as Tim felt the hand wrapped around him tighten.
“Aww baby, look at you. So hard and wet.” His thumb swiped the wet bead gathering on the head. Tim whined, thrusting his hips up feeling the sharp tip of a blade touch his throat. “Please, oh please.” Jason’s nose touched his cheek. “That’s it, pretty bird sing for me.”
“Jason,” Tim moaned, leaning his head back exposing more of his throat. “Please.” Jason’s hand quickened, twisting each time he stroked up. Tim hissed, feeling a sharp pain as the blade cut across his collar bone. A drawn out whine as it sliced the opposite side.
Tim cried out his release dripping down Jason’s knuckles. “Oh sweetheart,” Jason lifted his soiled hand, licking it clean. “Have I told you how good you look in red?” Tim’s eyes went wide as he started coughing. A warm wet feeling spread down his chest. A sinister grin spread across Jason’s face as he held up the bright red blade.
Tim let out a long exhale as he once again stared at his ceiling. He wiped his dirty hand against his thigh before sitting up. Tim pulled his sweatpants back up over his hips, curling onto his side he glanced at the tv once more before letting his eyes fall shut.