Fic: Crumbling Rooftops
Title: Crumbling Rooftops
Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Characters: Jason/Tim
Warning: Rape
Summary: Jason's insane, and pissed about being replaced.
Jason's insane. Tim knows this...has known it since the moment Jason came after him at the tower. Tim also knows that Jason's insanity has only gotten worse...the duffel bag full of severed heads was proof enough of that. So, when he ran into the Red Hood while on patrol when Robin was headed back to gather more supplies it was a no brainer...he needed to run and run fast.
Tim had no idea that that was only going to excite Jason more, but that would have been irrelevant had Tim known that a certain warehouse's roof was going to crumble beneath him. Tim thought he was a goner. The roof collapsed, there was nothing to stop his descend, and there was no surviving that type of fall. He didn't have any hope of getting out of that one...or so he thought. Just as Tim had given up all hope Jason had swung in and saved him. Tim was relieved, right up until he realized who had saved him.
Now, Tim almost wishes that he hadn't made it out, because Jason has him down on the ground, face pressed into the dirt, and Tim isn't sure that he can get out of this one. Jason removed his comm. the moment he snatched Tim out the air...dumped what was left of his weapon supply, too. There's no hope of a miraculous rescue, because they're...Tim looks around as much as he can. He doesn't know where they are, but he knows that they're nowhere near Robin's patrol route. Jason fists Tim's hair and shoves his head into the ground more. "I'm gonna fuck you up, pretender."
If Tim didn't have a mouth full of dirt and grass right now he'd say something about that, but as it stands all Tim can do is turn his face to the side just enough to breathe. Tim isn't all that surprised when a knife is pressed to the back of his neck. He is, however, extremely surprised when the knife slides under the collar of the Robin costume. Tim isn't sure what Jason's trying to accomplish at first, but it's not like Jason is the logical Robin. The reinforced collar doesn't give immediately, but Jason's got a lot of strength and he knows all of the Bat tricks. Tim's costume is being cut away from him, and he's pretty sure that this just has to do with Jason's whole hatred of being replaced.
Tim shivers when he's down to his black boxer briefs. It was a cold enough night that he wasn't all that warm in the suit, but now he's freezing. Tim knew that the traps in his suit were damaged when the roof collapsed, but he wasn't worried about it at the time. Now, he really just wants to redo this entire night. Starting with making the rookie mistake of using up almost everything that was in his utility belt.
Jason presses the knife to the back of Tim's neck again. "What's a matter, replacement? Cold?" There's a snicker in Jason's voice, and Tim really isn't sure what that means, but before he can really think about it the knife is moving again, and suddenly the boxer briefs are gone.
Tim wants to shout, wants to get away, wants to do...something, but he can't. Jason's got more height, weight, and strength than him. Tim isn't sure what the hell the end game is here, but the moment he hears the sound of a zipper being undone Tim gulps audibly. He doesn't know what happened that lead Jason to this, but he knows what he did wrong to end up here. Tim also knows what's about to happen, and he knows he can't stop it. Tim doesn't bother struggling. He knows it'll only make it worse. There's no way he can overpower Jason. Tim breathes and tries to think through what's about to happen logically.
It won't kill him. It'll hurt, but the physical damage won't be any worse than most of the injuries he's acquired during his time as Robin. He can get through this. All he has to do is...not cry out as Jason pushes into him roughly. Tim bites his lip and tries to breathe evenly through his nose. He knows that the tenser he is the more that it'll hurt, so he tries desperately to relax, but it burns and feels like...well, like he's being impaled. Jason starts thrusting harshly, and Tim tries to remind himself not to cry out, but he drastically underestimated how different this pain would be to all of the others.
Tim fights back the tears that want to fall as he tries to focus on...something...anything that isn't what's happening to him. Jason's distracted enough that Tim can turn his head to the side completely now, and the site that greets him nearly makes Tim vomit. They're in the cemetery...next to Jason's grave. Tim squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip harder. He doesn't bother telling himself this isn't happening, because it is, and no amount of lying to himself is going to make that change.
The pain is secondary to everything else right now, because all Tim can think about is the grave, and the cold unrelenting ground beneath him, and...and Tim doesn't want to think about any of it. Jason is pounding into him, ripping him open, and Tim can't do anything but bite his lip harder. He tastes blood, and that isn't helping the situation at all.
Tim doesn't know what to do. No amount of reading could have ever prepared him for this. No amount of Robin training could have prepared him for the pain, the humiliation, and the...whatever the hell else he's feeling right now. He's sure a part of his brain knows everything that he's feeling, everything that he's thinking. He's sure there's a part of his brain that remembers all of the psychology that goes along with being a rape victim, but that part is completely irrelevant at the moment. The words rape victim aren't something that Tim ever thought that he'd use in reference to himself, and fuck, he's Robin. Robin is supposed to always beat the bad guy...except for when he doesn't. Robin isn't supposed to be the victim...except for when he is.
Tim doesn't think that he's going to be able to walk after this. Of course, that's assuming there is an after this, and Tim knows that's ridiculous, because this isn't going to kill him, but Jason might. Jason might just slit his throat after this. Tim hopes Jason slits his throat, and Tim blocks out that thought as quickly as he can. He's Robin, and Robin doesn't wish for death...except for when he does.
It feels like an eternity between when Jason first started thrusting, and when he finally comes, and pulls out. Tim isn't sure whether to be grateful once Jason gets off of him or not, because all he wants to do is curl in on himself and cry, but Tim keeps himself still. Jason stands up, and Tim hears the sound of a zipper again, but still doesn't move. Jason crouches beside him, grabs Tim by the hair, and forces his face up. "Look at the grave, pretender."
Tim doesn't have a choice. He has to open his eyes and look at it, because it's all that he's seeing behind his eyes anyway. Tim isn't sure what expression is on his face, but he knows whatever it is makes Jason look more disgusted with Tim than he ever has before. That doesn't matter to Tim, though, because there's no way Jason could ever be more disgusted with him than Tim is of himself. Robin should have been better. Robin should have found a way out. Robin screwed up in so many ways tonight. "You're pathetic." Tim doesn't agree with him...out loud anyway. Jason drops Tim's head as he stands, and kicks Tim in the ribs as hard as he can before leaving. Tim is pretty sure that he has at least two broken ribs, but the pain isn't enough to distract him from everything else.
Slowly Tim gathers himself up, and makes his way to his nearest stash of clothes. He can't go back to the manor right now. He just can't force himself to face Bruce, nor can he force himself to face just how much he failed tonight. Tim gets dressed and heads for...he's not really sure where. All he knows is that he needs to get away...far far away.
The End
Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Characters: Jason/Tim
Warning: Rape
Summary: Jason's insane, and pissed about being replaced.
Jason's insane. Tim knows this...has known it since the moment Jason came after him at the tower. Tim also knows that Jason's insanity has only gotten worse...the duffel bag full of severed heads was proof enough of that. So, when he ran into the Red Hood while on patrol when Robin was headed back to gather more supplies it was a no brainer...he needed to run and run fast.
Tim had no idea that that was only going to excite Jason more, but that would have been irrelevant had Tim known that a certain warehouse's roof was going to crumble beneath him. Tim thought he was a goner. The roof collapsed, there was nothing to stop his descend, and there was no surviving that type of fall. He didn't have any hope of getting out of that one...or so he thought. Just as Tim had given up all hope Jason had swung in and saved him. Tim was relieved, right up until he realized who had saved him.
Now, Tim almost wishes that he hadn't made it out, because Jason has him down on the ground, face pressed into the dirt, and Tim isn't sure that he can get out of this one. Jason removed his comm. the moment he snatched Tim out the air...dumped what was left of his weapon supply, too. There's no hope of a miraculous rescue, because they're...Tim looks around as much as he can. He doesn't know where they are, but he knows that they're nowhere near Robin's patrol route. Jason fists Tim's hair and shoves his head into the ground more. "I'm gonna fuck you up, pretender."
If Tim didn't have a mouth full of dirt and grass right now he'd say something about that, but as it stands all Tim can do is turn his face to the side just enough to breathe. Tim isn't all that surprised when a knife is pressed to the back of his neck. He is, however, extremely surprised when the knife slides under the collar of the Robin costume. Tim isn't sure what Jason's trying to accomplish at first, but it's not like Jason is the logical Robin. The reinforced collar doesn't give immediately, but Jason's got a lot of strength and he knows all of the Bat tricks. Tim's costume is being cut away from him, and he's pretty sure that this just has to do with Jason's whole hatred of being replaced.
Tim shivers when he's down to his black boxer briefs. It was a cold enough night that he wasn't all that warm in the suit, but now he's freezing. Tim knew that the traps in his suit were damaged when the roof collapsed, but he wasn't worried about it at the time. Now, he really just wants to redo this entire night. Starting with making the rookie mistake of using up almost everything that was in his utility belt.
Jason presses the knife to the back of Tim's neck again. "What's a matter, replacement? Cold?" There's a snicker in Jason's voice, and Tim really isn't sure what that means, but before he can really think about it the knife is moving again, and suddenly the boxer briefs are gone.
Tim wants to shout, wants to get away, wants to do...something, but he can't. Jason's got more height, weight, and strength than him. Tim isn't sure what the hell the end game is here, but the moment he hears the sound of a zipper being undone Tim gulps audibly. He doesn't know what happened that lead Jason to this, but he knows what he did wrong to end up here. Tim also knows what's about to happen, and he knows he can't stop it. Tim doesn't bother struggling. He knows it'll only make it worse. There's no way he can overpower Jason. Tim breathes and tries to think through what's about to happen logically.
It won't kill him. It'll hurt, but the physical damage won't be any worse than most of the injuries he's acquired during his time as Robin. He can get through this. All he has to do is...not cry out as Jason pushes into him roughly. Tim bites his lip and tries to breathe evenly through his nose. He knows that the tenser he is the more that it'll hurt, so he tries desperately to relax, but it burns and feels like...well, like he's being impaled. Jason starts thrusting harshly, and Tim tries to remind himself not to cry out, but he drastically underestimated how different this pain would be to all of the others.
Tim fights back the tears that want to fall as he tries to focus on...something...anything that isn't what's happening to him. Jason's distracted enough that Tim can turn his head to the side completely now, and the site that greets him nearly makes Tim vomit. They're in the cemetery...next to Jason's grave. Tim squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip harder. He doesn't bother telling himself this isn't happening, because it is, and no amount of lying to himself is going to make that change.
The pain is secondary to everything else right now, because all Tim can think about is the grave, and the cold unrelenting ground beneath him, and...and Tim doesn't want to think about any of it. Jason is pounding into him, ripping him open, and Tim can't do anything but bite his lip harder. He tastes blood, and that isn't helping the situation at all.
Tim doesn't know what to do. No amount of reading could have ever prepared him for this. No amount of Robin training could have prepared him for the pain, the humiliation, and the...whatever the hell else he's feeling right now. He's sure a part of his brain knows everything that he's feeling, everything that he's thinking. He's sure there's a part of his brain that remembers all of the psychology that goes along with being a rape victim, but that part is completely irrelevant at the moment. The words rape victim aren't something that Tim ever thought that he'd use in reference to himself, and fuck, he's Robin. Robin is supposed to always beat the bad guy...except for when he doesn't. Robin isn't supposed to be the victim...except for when he is.
Tim doesn't think that he's going to be able to walk after this. Of course, that's assuming there is an after this, and Tim knows that's ridiculous, because this isn't going to kill him, but Jason might. Jason might just slit his throat after this. Tim hopes Jason slits his throat, and Tim blocks out that thought as quickly as he can. He's Robin, and Robin doesn't wish for death...except for when he does.
It feels like an eternity between when Jason first started thrusting, and when he finally comes, and pulls out. Tim isn't sure whether to be grateful once Jason gets off of him or not, because all he wants to do is curl in on himself and cry, but Tim keeps himself still. Jason stands up, and Tim hears the sound of a zipper again, but still doesn't move. Jason crouches beside him, grabs Tim by the hair, and forces his face up. "Look at the grave, pretender."
Tim doesn't have a choice. He has to open his eyes and look at it, because it's all that he's seeing behind his eyes anyway. Tim isn't sure what expression is on his face, but he knows whatever it is makes Jason look more disgusted with Tim than he ever has before. That doesn't matter to Tim, though, because there's no way Jason could ever be more disgusted with him than Tim is of himself. Robin should have been better. Robin should have found a way out. Robin screwed up in so many ways tonight. "You're pathetic." Tim doesn't agree with him...out loud anyway. Jason drops Tim's head as he stands, and kicks Tim in the ribs as hard as he can before leaving. Tim is pretty sure that he has at least two broken ribs, but the pain isn't enough to distract him from everything else.
Slowly Tim gathers himself up, and makes his way to his nearest stash of clothes. He can't go back to the manor right now. He just can't force himself to face Bruce, nor can he force himself to face just how much he failed tonight. Tim gets dressed and heads for...he's not really sure where. All he knows is that he needs to get away...far far away.
The End