seven , any prn , 17yrs , aspd npd bp1

I LOVE MY WIFE FOREVER AND EVER ♡♡♡ 06.28.21 , 3 YRS ♡♡♡

Obvs it’s different if the victim has been like trained to not think it’s wrong but like in those fics the author rarely pretends what’s happening is good

I know exactly what you mean! I make many exceptions for turn-your-brain-off smut, but if I'm really getting into a story, I need the darkfic to be dark. I gotta steer clear of the romantic stuff.

A lot of the reason props was written was that I couldn't find anything quite like what I was imagining, but I got some in the ~genre~ to cite. I'm sure I have forgotten loads of fics I loved (and anyone who wants to add on, feel free!), but some recs for you:

long fic/series

Vow - Probably the biggest inspiration for props. Unfortunately, it's almost certainly abandoned at this point (though if it was complete I might never have started writing).

Eating Away at What is Good - WIP, but likely to be returned to. Almost 200k. Not batcest, but Dick/Roman (Black Mask), with a lot of wonderfully painful coercion--and a thread I wasn't expecting that gives a really excellent examination of Bruce's canonical bad parenting.

Feel Like A Brand New Person - 32k. Tim gets really deep into his undercover personas, and Bruce takes advantage to sleep with him, and it's all just very messed up.

(And if you are open to non-bats: Out of Sync - 64k, ft both hurt and comfort. Ollie/Roy, broke and fixed my heart.)

dark & explicit oneshots

A Secret For Another Soul - 8k. Jason, clearly under the influence of something and not in control, attacks Dick.

Finding and Keeping - 8k. Fucked up Slade/Jason/Tim.

&you'll never be pure again - 1k. Dick/Slade. Ahhhh it's messed up.

Good Accounting Makes Good Friends - 5k. Recently returned Jason finds out Tim is a party favor for Bruce.

i will be your father figure (put your tiny hand in mine) - 3k. Bruce/Tim, shortly after Tim becomes Robin, with very heavy references to precious Bruce/Jason.

Replacement - 3k. Jason takes unrequited feelings for Dick out on Tim.

Gift - 13k. No batcest; instead jumps off directly from a scene in Knightfall for some Bane/Bruce and Bane/Tim.

Catching birds - 2k. Bruce abuses Robins.

no sex

Bristol Kids - 17k. Maybe less of the indulgent vibe you're going for, but pretty sure this one made me cry. No batcest, but instead covers the aftermath of Dick, Jason, and Tim being taken in by a nice Bruce after sexual abuse in their previous family.

Loud Silence - 5k. Dick is kept as an inanimate art piece by Roman.

Yesss. I actually have half a fic written that I've really been meaning to go finish up one of these days! It's a little bit of "you look just like your mother," a large bit of Tim coping poorly, and ultimately a hurt/comfort piece.

I got a wonderful gift fic last year that is primarily Bruce/Tim, but includes references to Jack/Tim that just really set Tim up to be further fucked over by this new father figure, and that is a banger of a concept. And I ALSO love the reverse take where Bruce is a good person who's horrified by the whole thing, and extra distraught that he never realized this was happening to his Robin all those years.

Ideassss. I think the fanon idea that Tim's parents were super cold and always negligent can be fun to read, but I want to try to tap into Jack's canon personality and their relationship here.

Jack who preys on Tim very young, back when Tim's parents were still traveling all the time, and Tim is just happy for the attention.

Jack who only starts preying on Tim after Janet dies and he decides to stay home more, and Tim is caught between desperately wanting that promise of his dad sticking around and simultaneously wishing, for the first time, he would go away.

Jack leveraging Tim's secrets and disappearances from the time he was Robin to keep laying on the guilt and disappointment and "if you really loved me, you would at least do this for me," and all that shitty manipulation.

Or Jack and his anger issues snapping and regularly turning the abuse more violent, physically hurting or threatening Tim. Tim who is Robin, and has dealt with way scary guys than that without breaking a sweat, but can't conceive of fighting his dad.

Jack's dislike and lowkey jealousy of Bruce combining with some heavy projection to make him certain Bruce is also fucking his son/trying to, whether or not that's remotely true. Possessiveness.

(I cannot come up with an in-character way for either of them to share, but Bruce being like yeah I am fucking your son, and there's nothing you can do about it. He likes me better. I'm going to prove it by fucking him in front of you.)

Tim's abuse being fully contained at home, and him leaning even harder into the Robin/Tim Drake separation that he already does, because his Robin life is great and wonderful and without these problems! That span of time when Jack forces him to quit being the worst time ever.

Steph and Tim bonding over their shitty dads and csa ;-;

Alternately, Tim always being there to listen to her and offer support, and never mentioning his own problems, and when it finally comes out he's like "??? why would that be relevant. it's completely different. my dad is not a supervillain and therefore everything's fine."

Jack not dating Dana now because Tim is the only wife-figure he needs :)

Or Jack still dating and marrying Dana, and Tim is just the dirty little secret.

I believe in Dana Winters as the best parent Tim has ever had despite not actually being his parent, and just you wait I will turn this into a sweet healing and bonding opportunity for them. Tim Wayne is out, Tim Winters is in.

yes!! i have been wanting to write something with these two for ages, so thanks for the request!

this is sfw because I wasn’t sure how explicit and/or dark you were looking for, but there is some blood, injury, non-consensual touching, and of course ra’s being a creep. and also it's longer than intended because i'm really bad at keeping myself to short word counts. enjoy!

He can’t feel his fingers anymore.

The bite of metal into his wrists is still sharp and vicious, so that’s delightful, but the painful tingling that rocketed through his fingers has died off. If he focuses hard on twitching them, he gets the dullest blip of sensation, but that’s it. Otherwise, his fingers might as well have packed their bags and run away, leaving him to this shit show.

He should probably look up to make sure they aren’t turning black or something. Check on his wrists, too. The scrapes weren’t deep last he looked, but it’s still a less than ideal place to be bleeding from.

His head is just so heavy, though. The damp hair clinging to his face only seems to weight it down further. He doesn’t even have all his pounds of gear on, no cape nor cowl, not even a shirt, but his body has never felt so heavy. In hindsight, giving up on balancing on his toes was a bad decision. His shoulders and wrists are probably unionizing to lodge a formal complaint about having to hold up the entirety of his body.

He’d just...slipped. And he was tired. And he didn’t have the energy to straighten back up.

Tim has been here for...for long enough he’s not quite sure how long he’s been here. Long enough he should probably check on his fingers again, instead of staring at the blood trails down his legs and under his feet. Probably why he slipped. The bright side of being shirtless is he won’t have to throw a stained shirt away, because these pants are definitely goners.

It’s not much of a bright side.

It’s also, Tim won’t lie, kind of insulting that he got stabbed in the abdomen again, in the exact same spot. At least he doesn’t have another spleen to lose, so it’s fine. Probably. Maybe.

He really hopes it’s fine, because dying so soon after he had a beautiful recovery movie-moment of deciding he wanted to live after all would be a little bit annoying. Plus, of everyone to die to, Ra’s so does not deserve the satisfaction.

Speak of the devil.

“Detective.”

Tim jerks in his bonds—not the most well-thought out move. He hisses as the pain in his wrists flares up. For the first time in uncountable hours, he’s struck by enough energy to force himself onto his toes again. He’d rather not look so pathetically dangley in front of Ra’s.

He didn’t even notice the door open. He might be a little light-headed. Probably, he deduces, from all the blood loss and dehydration. (They don’t call him a genius detective for nothing.)

“Good evening,” Ra’s says. When Tim pulls his head up, there’s a hint of amusement to his expression. Bastard.

What did he say, evening? Is it evening now? Tim would have hoped to either come up with a clever escape attempt or be the subject of a heroic rescue by evening. Unless Ra’s is lying about the time to...be a liar. And fool Tim. For nefarious reasons.

He might be over thinking this.

“Could be better,” Tim rasps.

Ra’s looks perfectly put-together as he meanders closer. This has got to make the top five list for Most Fucked Up Tim Has Been, but for all Ra’s’ expression betrays he might be sightseeing in a rose garden. Tim has studied up enough on captivity and torture to know that’s exactly the point, exaggerating the power dynamic, but it’s still fucking irritating.

“Yes, I must admit you look a little pale,” Ra’s says sympathetically. Considering he’s still wearing the body of his sacrificed albino son, even with the dye-job on his hair, it’s just a little bit ironic.

“Probably all the blood loss,” Tim says, out loud this time. (Genius detective.)

Ra’s stops in front of him. Tim has to lift his head all the way up to a normal level—a near insurmountable task—to see the infuriating little smile on his lips as he observes Tim’s wound. He kind of regrets looking when Ra’s takes his gaze on the scenic route up Tim’s torso before meeting his eyes.

Tim scowls. It would probably be more impressive if he didn’t almost forget to hold his neck up for a second.

“If you’d like to come down...”

“I'm not working for you,” Tim snaps.

He can’t feel his fingers. He knows the cuts are shallow, but his wrists still feel half a second from slicing through. His arms periodically zing up and down with pain; his shoulders are screaming; his head is near-impossible to hold up. His toes hurt. His legs shake. The stab wound on his torso has dulled to an ache, which is probably bad news. Honestly, his lungs aren’t feeling swell either. He’s cold in this little stone room, and he has a bit of a sore throat too.

There’s still zero fucking chance he’s letting Ra’s Al Ghul get his claws in.

The Demon’s Head doesn't blink at his denial, used to it by now. If anything, his face softens. “My work is for a better world, Detective. I would never make you do anything immoral. No murders to mar your conscience, if that’s how you prefer it.”

Liar. Tim says nothing. It won’t help him.

Ra’s takes his chin delicately between fingers. Tim is embarrassed to note he’s holding up most of its weight. The rest of his body stays at a thankfully safe distance, though Tim suspects that may have more to do with Ra’s not getting blood on his robes than any decency.

“There are plenty of ways to serve,” Ra’s says. Like spindly legs of a spider, fingers splay over Tim’s chest, palm tantalizingly warm against the bare skin.

Tim tenses. Knowing exactly how much it will hurt and deciding on it anyway, he shoves himself back.

Pain surges along his arms. Tim grits his teeth, barely hearing the rattling chains above over the roar in his ears. With the way he dangles, he rocks back into place right after, feet scrambling for purchase—but his point is made.

Ra’s’ hand drops. For a split-second, Tim swears he’s going to return it and push the issue, but it stays down.

Tim catches his breath as the man steps back. There went all his remaining energy for the day. Or month. He’d like to go back to his dead dangle again. Well, okay, he’d really like to curl up on the floor. He’s just not willing to make a deal with the devil to get it.

Not yet.

Tim blinks, raising his swimming vision just enough to see Ra’s has backed up to the door. His expressions are hard to read regularly, more so when he’s all blurry. Tim gives up.

“Perhaps next time,” Ra’s voice says, distant and annoying—and just a tiny bit beguiling, as Tim hangs and shivers.

HELLO ANON WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR THE GOOD WORD OF THE NEW TEEN TITANS

so the New Teen Titans (1980) is the series that originally introduced Slade, and also includes that very famous storyline “The Judas Arc” wherein Slade has 15-year-old teenager Tara Markov/Terra be his mole inside the Titans. (This is also the arc where Dick first becomes Nightwing.) This arc has been adapted a million times, always with adjustments to the Slade/Tara relationship, but in the original comic...yeah they were 100% in a sexual relationship.

Don’t worry about the text, but here be a clearly post-coitus duo, including the cliche cigarette and robes:

Yes, that is a 15-year-old dressed and made up like that. On the next page, Tara sees a picture of Slade with Addie and their sons and we get the dialogue, “Hey, Honey...Who are these people in the pic with you? Your wife and kids? Didn’t know you were married.” That ‘honey’ is a consistent pattern! We also see Slade take off his robe to confirm he is shirtless underneath. (...with a cravat. which is certainly A Choice.)

The other thing I should note here is that every adaptation of this arc makes Tara a sympathetic character (which I agree is the more interesting story), whereas in the original comic she has 0 redeeming qualities. Literally her entire motivation is just to hurt and kill people, she hates all things good, and she was evil long before she met Slade. He ends up being the one who is given sympathy by the narrative, while Tara becomes the true ultimate evil.

The result of that is that Writer-Beloved Middle-Aged Man Slade Wilson is eventually made out to be the victim of this relationship, while he justifies how she was just sooo evil and, gosh, what could he do in the face of that? It’s a very shitty take, BUT if you ignore the writer influence trying to convince you Slade is somehow right about that, you just end up with a terrible dude who trained, used, and had sex with a 15-year-old, and then victim blamed her for it and insisted he was never at fault.

(It’s been awhile since I read this, but I don’t thiiiink the details of their relationship came out to the other characters? No one outside the Titans was told of Tara’s villainy, partially so her brother wouldn’t have to deal with that revelation. And only Gar, who had a crush on Tara, asked Slade if they were in a relationship, and then accepted a cop-out “does it really matter?” type answer. I would have to re-read to be sure that no one ever found out though!)

for the WIP game. Thanks for asking!

The first D is for Dick, because Dick is so important in my esoteric system of abbreviations that he only needs one initial. DtT is for ‘Deathstroke the Terminator,’ because S or SW conflicted with already claimed names, and he was first introduced to the esoteric system of abbreviations when I started reading new teen titans, back before they quietly dropped the “the terminator” after a certain popular movie came out. (These asks now also come with random comics trivia.) So this is sladedick that is consensual but not particularly healthy or safe, probably because Dick likes hurting himself...

Contrary to popular rumor, Dick is neither promiscuous nor stupid. In his better days, he's a devout monogamist. And you don't become Robin, don't go through years of Batman's intensive training, without the smarts to back it up.

He's had some dumb ideas, though.

Slade flings him down with inhuman strength. Another day, this would be the start of a new fight in their unending antagonism. It should be the start of a fight; that would be the only rational explanation here. But today, Dick is being flung onto a cheap motel bed, springs creaking loudly as he bounces, and all he does is yank Slade down after him. The sharp pain of teeth in his lip as Slade lands on top of him is viciously satisfying, spiteful towards no one.

“Good,” Bruce breathes, heart pounding. “Good boy, Robin. Good Robin. Such a good Robin.”