#dark dc

“What the hell do you mean?” Bruce raises his voice, eyes squinted at you. 

You open your mouth, closing it less than a second later. You shift the weight from one leg to the other, nervously glancing at Bruce. 

He takes a dangerous step towards you and you fight the urge to step back, forcing your body to stay in the same place. You can’t back down now, you must stay strong. 

“I don’t think I’ve heard you right, babe. Care to repeat that again?” 

Your heart thumps in your chest, your eyes starting to burn. You’re not good with confrontation, especially not with Bruce. He’s got an imposing way of making you feel small, almost insignificant. 

“I-I only meant that-”

“Don’t even try.” he warns, cutting you off quickly, “Don’t pretend like you didn’t mean it. Do you really think you could make it without me? Without my support, my protection, my money?” 

Bruce grits his teeth, bringing his hands to his hips as he glares at you. 

Your pride crumbles to pieces, all of your extensive planning and hours of self-motivation gone into waste. 

Why are you so weak when it comes to Bruce?

Bruce loudly exhales, a hand palming his face for a few moments as he calms down. Your eyes dart towards the door and then back to Bruce, maybe you should take the chance and leave.

Before you can actually take a step, Bruce’s hand grips your arm and you squeal in fear. He presses his lips together, looking about to lose his cool. 

“You’re not going anywhere. Not until you get that you’re not leaving me, not now and not ever.” he snarls and you immediately bow your head, feeling the tears soaking your cheeks. 

That doesn’t move Bruce for any compassion as he groans, his hands forcefully grabbing your face, pulling it upwards to face him. 

“Listen to me. You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.” he repeats, frustration all over his voice. His eyes are fixed on your face, pure anger on his handsome features. 

“Cause the only way you’re leaving me is in a bodybag.”

Jason watched you in your shared small apartment. He couldn't figure out what went wrong between the two of you. It started whenever he moved in. Jason was never so used to having somewhere there 24/7.

You were just so needy and particular.

“Jason? Baby… what do you want for dinner tonight?” You ask coming to sit by him. Your hands ran over his arm and kissing at his visable scars. Jason pulled away from you, the feeling making his skin tingle.

He watched as your face fell and you sigh before getting up and grabbing your purse. “I'm going grab something to eat tonight. Please remember to take your medicine.” You say heading to the door and leaving.

“I don't need them.” Jason replied quickly looking at you as you straightened up the living room before leaving. “I told you about reminding me to do shit.”

Jason watched as you just sighed again. “I tell you because I want you to be better baby. I don't want to keep doing things alone, I just want us to be better.” You said doting once again, keeping your sweet nature with Jason. But he only saw that as pity and he hated it. He hissed before rolling his eyes and getting up, the couch going back by his sheer strength. “I don't care what's for dinner. Just get out.”

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“I don't know what to do with her. She's just so fucking annoying.” Jason rambles into his microphone. He was playing COD with some online friends. One of his friends, N1ghtVV1ng laughs into his own mic.

“Well what is she doing huh? My girl treats me just right, and even allows me to fuck whenever I want.” He taunts. Jason rolled his eyes at his friends comments. “And she's so tight, god I trained her right.”

“Dude that's so gross.” RedRobinYum, another one of his friends said.

“Well, she just keeps bothering me. Then whenever I try to ask for something she just reminds me to take my meds.” Jason sneered. “Its the same shit, all these dumb questions. I just want her to stay with me and not bug me.”

“Well have you tried putting her in her place? Show her what you want from her.” DamitheBest says. Jason hummed at that suggestion.

“She's just so fragile, I'm afraid she might bre-”

“Get that shit out of your mind now.” Dami says. “Show her who's the boss before she does. Women will kick you to the curb and leave you for someone who'll tolerate that shit they pull.”

“Literally don't listen to these freaks, sit down and talk to her.” RedRobin chimes in. “With any relationship just talk it out, trust me I do that with my partner and we just talk everything out.”

Jason could hear Dami make a buzzer noise that almost broke his mic. “Nope, don't listen to him. Red, he's gotta put his foot down. Cut out any disobedience from his girl.”

Jason looked down at that, the thought of hurting you almost sickeningly turned him on. Dami was right and had always been. Jason just needed to man up and confront you.

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“What are you doing?”

You turn around from your spot on the bed too see Jason, standing in the doorway. You smile before getting back on your phone, his voice making you feel better that he's still around.

Yet majority of the time, Jasons voice always brought you a sense of worry and hurt. Worrying so much for and about him made you into someone who barely cared for yourself. It was always Jason, and everything you did was for him.

“Nothing really, I'm just kind of bored.” You reply. Jason stares at you, face blank. His eyes leered at your body as you just so casually laid down. Almost as if just waiting for you to say something. Anything.

“Your not going to bug me to take my meds?” Jason practically spat out. You turned around moving to where you sat on the bed. “Not gonna ask me to take out the trash, help around the apartment?

You furrow your brows. “What? Why are you talking to me like that?” You asked looking at him. “I- What did I do?”

“You dont like it when someone stands against you?” He replied completely ignoring your question. Everything about Jason's words and demeanor frightened you. It was like he genuinely hated you.

You stood up walking towards him slowly. “Jay… it's okay. I think you're having a episode…” You say keeping your voice low. Jason's chest came up and down as he kept getting more and more enraged. You reached out a hand to touch his arm, but Jason pushed you away. Your lower back hit the vanity you both built when you moved in.

“You think I'm having a episode?! Of course you do, you don't just think I'm pissed?” He replied moving to tower over you. You put a hand on the vanity to stand back up. Your chest heaved as your lungs tried to keep up with your heart. You pushed past him leaving through the bedroom door.

Back burning, you looked for your keys. “I'm done with this, all I want is what's best for you. But you've treated me like shit, and I'm done with it.” You said seeing reaching for your keys.

But they were picked up and thrown across the room.

Jason pushed your head against your kitchen island. You groaned out and began to thrash around. Jason snarled at you, keeping you detained.

Hr laughed in your face and seemingly just waited for you to calm down. “I like it when your quiet.” He said leaning down to kiss the back of your head. Your breathing shuddered as you began to cry quietly. Jason reveled in your weakness a hand resting on the back of your neck, the other on your back.

“What did I do Jason … What did I do so wrong…?” You said, your words breaking with your own tears.

“Get on my nerves… I'm such a good boyfriend, yet all you do is complain. I'm sick of that, so I'm going to change it.” Then you feel Jason's arm brush against you as he reached for the kitchen scissors. “Stay still, unless you want to get hurt. I could care either less.” He said as he took the scissors to your shirt. Cutting down the fabric, leaving you exposed as you chose not to wear a bra.

Starting to kick at Jason again, flipping around to try and get away. That attempt was failed, as Jason took your throat in hand, slamming your head back onto the counter. Your vision blurred on impact as he took off your shirt completely. The impact made you dizzy and start to become unaware. Jason saw that, and quickly took advantage of it, kissing at your neck.

He was going to get himself off.

It was what you owed him.

His kisses trailed down to your stomach, tongue dipping into every dip in your skin. You let out dazed cries as tears poured down your cheek. “You've always been so gorgeous. Don't you see how good you could have it?” Jason commented quietly as he pulled down your sweatpants along with your panties. He blew on your cunt, watching just how wet you became at his actions. “Do I have to keep beating you for you to keep still.”

Biting at your bottom lip to hold back tears you shake your head. He smiled as you shivered from his breathing. Jason pushed his head into your cunt, lapping at your exposed pussy. You bit at your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. You couldn't give him that satisfaction, just once you wanted to be stronger than what you actually were. But Jason knew you, his hand coming down on your ass, making you yelp out. “Stop that, I want to hear you.” He said into your cunt as he continued to eat you out.

But Jason is Jason.

And Jason is selfish.

He only eats you out close enough to make you cum. He pulls away with the bottom half of of his face coated in your juices. You grabbed at the counter top, full on sobbing. “Please… Jay. Stop we can ta-” Jason's hand came crashing down next to your head, the sound of tile making you cry out more.

“You had your chance. You had multiple chances to talk, but you didn't. So now I'm putting you in your place.” He said, ignoring any protests you had. You could hear him undo his pants, the taunting noise of his zipper making your cries only louder. A dribble of spit hits your cunt, Jason's palm coming down to rub at your cunt. “Now shhh, while you take this dick.”

You let out a yell as Jason pushes his length all the way into you. He sits there, breathing heavy and labored.

His eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, swallowing his cock. He pulled out then pushed back in, your walls clamping on his length. His groans were deep as he took no time for you to adjust, fucking into you. Your body shook and shuddered as he held you down, using you for his own pleasure.

“You're so pretty like this,” Jason said his body pounding into your own. You continued to whimper under him, feeling your body become weak. His hand tangled in the mess he had made of your hair, using his strength to pull you up. “You need to be like this all the time, then I wouldn't have to deal with a bitch for a girlfriend.” He snickered into your ear. He said it like it was a threat, or a suggestion you couldn't turn down.

So you nodded in agreeance, his smile turning wicked as he fucked into you. You could feel his hips stutter as he reached his peak. Jason's hand moved to your clit as he rubbed at your bud. “You better cum with me or I'll keep raping this cunt.” That quickly snapped you back to reaily. The realization of needing to end the abuse he put you through, you tried feeling pleasure from the trauma he was putting you through.

Then you feel it. The feeling of you cumming alongside your cunt getting filled. You let out a choked gasp, Jason groaning as he filled you to the brim. His hand grabbed at your ass as he hissed. He pulled out watching as a dribbles of his cum dropped from your abused cunt. He quickly pushed it back into you with two thick fingers. Jason snickered before pulling up his boxers, leaving his jeans on the ground.

“Clean up in here, I'm getting back on the game.”

“So, we keep going?” Conner was impatient, waiting for your answer, kicking at chips of rock by his sneaker. if he had been paired with anyone else on this mission, you were almost certain he wouldn’t have paused to get a second opinion. he had a tendency to do what he wanted, and blow off authority. with you, it was a bit different. not that you could ever truly leash him, but he seemed to respect your input. maybe that’s why Dick was so fond of saddling you with him; you were the only one that could make him see reason if he needed a dose.

in this moment, however, you were torn.

i don’t want you two down there with no backup. Dick’s voice was still ripe in your mind. you had been suiting up when he found you, and crossed his arms over his chest. you absolutely hated when he looked at you down the slant of his nose. so what if he had several inches on you, towering like a beacon of authority, you’d been in the game nearly as long as he. if i can’t reach you on comms, i want you to shut it down. you’d laughed at that, ‘So now leashing a super-charged Doberman to me isn’t enough for you? You’re gonna tell me how to do my job?’ it was lighthearted, but Dick wasn’t laughing, so you’d swept over to him and hooked your arms around his neck. ‘You said it yourself, as long as Conner’s there, we’re practically untouchable.’ he’d narrowed his eyes at that, but grabbed your waist. i’m serious. if you can’t radio in, i want you to pull back.

now that you were here, it didn’t seem fair. you’d made it all the way down here, and the two of you were almost certain there was something just a bit deeper. something the team couldn’t afford to ignore. how could he expect you, of all people, to turn around when you were so close? he sure as shit wouldn’t have.

but, he’d also given you an order.

you chew on the fleshy inside of your cheek, gripping the flashlight tighter. “Dick will kill us both.” you offer, but your lips are turning into an uncertain simper. his follow.

Conner puffs out his chest, indignant, and his large hand makes a fist that meets yours in the space between the two of you, with a muffled thud. side by side, his fist is at least twice the size of yours. it made you feel better, for some reason. “Let’s go.”

minutes felt like hours, punctuated by the steady pattering of your feet and his. dragging moments filled with darkness, the flashlight swinging back and forth or throwing dancing light over the walls to look for any opening. nothing but static in your ear.

“Re—on— tee— copy?”

you pause, a twinge of relief nipping at you. a full word. you picked up a full word.

“God—ammit, do you copy?!” Dick’s voice was strained through static.

“Dick!” you cry, holding your first two fingers on the earpiece. “Yes, we’re here!”

“What the hell happened?” you could hardly make it out, but the frustration in his tone came through crystal clear. you take a step forward, testing the connection. it goes out completely. then you take another step, and the static returns. “— out of there.” another step. “— gave you an order.”

Conner has shuffled up to stand at your side, leaning close to hear through the speaker, but his nose scrunches at the mere mention of orders.

“Dick—“ you frown, trying to talk over the static. it was clearer, but not enough, “we were just—“

“Ge— ack—- base—“

you sigh in defeat. “Fine.” but just as you were turning to stare down the dark tube you’ve been walking for what had to be miles, you feel Conner’s elbow dig into your ribs.

“Wait.”

you huff, shaking your head. “Dick’s right, we need to get back—“ but Conner has snatched the flashlight from your hand. “Conner!”

“It opens up ahead.” he replies, aiming the beam at what appeared to be an open doorway. “Looks like a room.”

you stare at the darkened archway, then look to Conner, who was a few steps ahead of you, his body angled towards it.

the static roars in your ear. “—ack to b—s.”

but your gaze drifts back to the doorway. it lingers. the beam from the lamp caught glinting metal, but you couldn’t make out exactly what it was from this distance.

“We already came this far,” Conner argued, “and what we’re looking for could be just up there. You don’t want to turn back.”

he was right. and you shook your head.

“Good, so let’s go see what they’re hiding.”

you followed him this time, and the static in your ear cleared into Dick barking your name. “We found something…” you mutter, more to Dick than Conner, who was waving the light around.

Dick pauses. “What?”

“Some kind of…” you look to your left, and then to your right. metal tools laid out atop a metal tray on wheels. “Abandoned lab.”

“No, not abandoned,” Conner chimes, picking up one of the tools, “no rust. Not even a cobweb. Everything is way too new to be abandoned.”

you purse your lips. “So… they heard us coming and ran?”

“Maybe…” he points the flashlight along the back wall, “but there’s only one way in and out. We would’ve seen them, right?”

Dick was listening over the line, before his voice comes in, eerily clear. “What all do you see? Look around and tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out.” Conner was already walking towards you with the flashlight, but you had found a dinky string hanging from the ceiling, and fluorescent lighting floods the room with one, smooth tug.

the room around you seemed to be plucked from a mad scientist movie set, and fit awkwardly in the dilapidated tunnels you were just traipsing moments before. “An exam table,” you answer, walking over to it. you press the toe of your boot against the leg of the table and it doesn’t budge, “bolted to the ground.” your fingers jingle the chains wrapped around it. “Restraints. Tough ones.”

“Scalpel… drill… saw…” Conner was naming off each surgical instrument he picked up, and then sat back down, more to himself, but you knew Dick could hear, too.

you turn, allowing your gaze to follow the cables up the sides of the concrete walls. there’s a security camera angled in one corner, capturing the entire space. “CCTV.” you squint, watching a blinking red light. “Someone’s watching us.”

“There’s a vent over here.” Conner said, even as he was climbing to reach for it. you took one look and knew he couldn’t fit into the space, but you might be able to.

“That it?” Dick asked, but you’d stopped, eyes landing on two syringes, meticulously placed on an otherwise suspiciously empty tray. your name rings out in your ear. “What’s wrong?”

“Two needles.”

“Do you know what’s in them?”

“This one is strange,” you frown, staring at the string. the substance inside was vivid violet. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“What’s in the other one?”

“Kryptonite.” Conner was silent, now, standing a few paces behind you, peeking around your frame, but he didn’t get too close. “A lot of it. Enough to…” you trail off, neither of them needed the final two words, and you’d come to a gut-wrenching realization. “It’s a trap. For him.” a mechanical whirring from behind the walls spurs your feet to move, and you whirl around to face Conner. “The doorway, now!”

meanwhile, Dick is shouting, “Get out of there!” in your ear.

Conner was much faster than you, moving in a blur, but not fast enough. a door comes slicing through the archway from the ceiling to seal the two of you inside, just as Conner’s right shoulder collides with the concrete. the room quivers upon impact, and you fall against it, too, with a frustrated grunt. “Shit!” you look up to the ceiling, and take a step back. “We’re locked in.”

“Conner,” Dick was well aware he could hear through your earpiece, even with you standing eight feet away, “Break through the wall.”

“The hell do you think I’m working on?” Conner snarls, hurling all of his weight into the door again. chips of concrete crumble over his shoulders and start to pile at his feet. another body slam, and a chunk falls out and clatters to the floor. “Dammit—“ he hisses through grit teeth, balling up his massive fist and banging on the wall. it quakes and cracks beneath the force, but on the other side, is shiny silver, not even dented. you can see your own reflection, and Conner’s, the more he rips through the concrete.

“He can’t.” you mumble, trying not to panic. but it was damn scary. there weren't too many materials that Conner couldn’t tear in half like a phonebook. “He can’t get through.” you were telling Dick over the endless grunting and heaving as Conner threw himself against the wall. there was a miniature mountain of rubble at his feet, but the silvery sheet wasn’t budging.

you heard Dick swear under his breath, and you looked towards the camera again. “They didn’t hear us coming and run,” you pieced together, “they were never here to begin with. They’ve been waiting for us to find this place.” but why? Superboy has resorted to pummeling the wall with both fists, and the sound of smashing concrete coupled with his cursing was driving you mad as you paced, your eyes flickering up towards the vent. he wouldn’t fit, there’s no way. Dick was spouting command after command in your ear, and your brain felt like it was drowning. “I could probably get through the vent,” you say after a few moments, “if I could… I could find a way to open it from the other side.”

“Good enough plan as any,” Dick sighs, and you know he’s pissed. he’s regretting sending you out with Conner, and you’d probably hear all about it by the time you got back to base. “Knock out the camera, first.” you nod, though you know he can’t see you, and grasp a sizable chunk of concrete from Conner’s wake, hurling it at the camera. it crackles, the lens shattering against the wall before it hangs in a heap of broken metal and cords.

“Conner, I need you to open the vent.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, but he was still glaring at the wall as he stepped away from it. it must’ve really gotten under his skin that he couldn’t break it down, because even as he hovers several feet in the air and pries the cover from the vent, he was still staring at the silver sheet. screws clatter on the floor before you approach, craning your neck to look up at him. he drops the cover and offers his hand, which you take, and he’s hauling you into the air in a matter of seconds without a single sign of exertion. “Ready?” he asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, when I’m inside, I’ll find a way— do you hear that?” you blink, confused. there’s a low hiss, like air being slowly pushed from a balloon. “What is that?”

Conner frowns, too, turning back to face the vent, where his brows knit together. “What… the hell…” a gust of azure fog engulfs him, and he chokes, releasing your hand. you tumble the few feet to the ground, hitting your hip against the solid ground with a low groan. your hand snaps up over your mouth and nose, staying low.

“What’s going on?” Dick demands over the radio, most likely spurred by Conner’s gagging, but you can’t answer him for several seconds. not until the smoke dissipates. “Talk to me!” he was pleading.

you wave your hand in front of your face, a vile aroma left in the air. it smelled like rotting milk. you could see Conner slowly lowering to the ground, and assumed he was okay. you pull yourself to your feet. “Some seriously foul fumes coming from the vent,” you answer Dick finally, glancing back up at the vent, suddenly unsure if you should chance it. “It was probably booby trapped.”

“Are you both okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine.” you turn back, to find Conner standing behind you, hands in tight fists at his sides, shoulders hunched. eyes ablaze. you frown, puzzled. “Conner?”

you have only a fraction of a second to respond when his fist cuts through the air, and you stumble back with a hapless yelp. his other fist is hurdling towards you now, and you dodge that one, too, but you hadn’t expected his shoe digging into your sternum as it makes contact, and sends you flying across the room. tumbling into one of the trays, you roll off of it, and metal tools rain down around you. “Okay,” you huff, your ribs hurting, “something’s wrong. Conner’s been…compromised.”

“Don’t say that.”

“And now I think he wants to kill me.”

“Please don’t say that.”

but Conner was stomping towards you, and you force yourself to your feet, gathering a handful of the sharpest tools you could find. you fling them, all at once, only to see him swat them away as flippantly as he might a bothersome mosquito. “Conner,” you start, firm, “don’t make me fight you.” it was mostly a plea. for, as skilled as you were, you knew you stood a very small, pathetic excuse for a chance against a Kryptonian Superclone. but he advances, still, and you grab the upturned, empty cart, and launch it at him. he doesn’t even flinch when it bounces off of him, but you’re already scrambling over the exam table, unraveling the chain. you wrap it once around your fist, tripping over rubble as you try to put as much distance between you and him as possible. crimson beams burn through the table and leave a hideous, black trail along the concrete as he decimates floor and wall alike, chasing you. the heat from the rays nearly burns your skin even as you roll out of the way.

“You can’t fight him!” Dick was exclaiming, frustrated.

you laugh, weak and bitter, “Geez, babe, thanks so much for the vote of confidence.” Conner was heaving a terminal over his head, chucking it in your direction, but you fall back in time to miss the monitor, and hear it shatter against the wall behind you. Conner is on you in a second, his fists like thousand pound hammers that you’re only able to narrowly avoid, the wind from them whipping your hair about your face. the final punch was unavoidable, but you grasp on to his wrist instead, trying to force it up and angle it away from you. he switches gears, his fist opening to clamp around your throat. “C— Conner—“ you croak, feet kicking as you’re suspended, his grip tightening. “It’s— me!” there’s a slight wavering of his snarl, and his grip loosens for a fraction of a second. long enough for you to press your feet into his abdomen and climb him, jamming the heel of your boot into his jaw and forcing him to release you. you fall to one knee, and grasp the singed exam table to pull yourself up.

“He’s not going to stop,” Dick muttered, “that’s why they set the trap. So he could kill one of us.”

“No,” your eyes were trained on the table top where the syringes lay. “The syringes. This is a game to them, and Conner’s their pawn.”

“The Kryptonite.” Dick’s voice was low. “How much—“

“Too much.” you snapped, cracking the chain like a whip to deflect an oncoming attack. “It would kill him, Dick. I know it.”

“And we have no idea what the other shit does.”

“But they want me to choose one or the other.”

you chance a glance at that peculiar purple syringe. if the Kryptonite would kill him, certainly the mystery substance wouldn’t. why would they even bother if that was the only goal? it didn’t make sense, and you were missing something. your attention is snapped back to your opponent when he grabs the end of the chain mid air. you should’ve dropped it, but you hadn’t the seconds needed to unwrap it from your fist before he was yanking you forward with it, pulling you in to meet his assault. instead, you thought you’d counter, and brought your knee up, ready to kick him square in the chest, but his other hand snagged your ankle. shit.

Conner launches you several feet in the air once more, and when you come crash landing to the floor, you collide into the table. it topples over on top of you, and the syringes hit the floor beside you. your head bounces once against the concrete floor like a deflated basketball, and the earpiece— the only thing connecting you to Dick and the others, clicks as it hits the floor. there’s a dull hum as Dick frantically calls for you over the radio. the breath knocked forcefully from your lungs, your back aching, you want to give up. Dick was absolutely right. you couldn’t fight Superboy and win. and if you kept this up, he would no doubt break every bone in your body. you needed to subdue him.

you look from the Kryptonite to the mystery substance, and back again. the prior was much too dangerous. and you weren’t keen on killing your friends. but the latter could be anything. whose to say it wouldn’t intensify his newfound murderous agenda?

you felt the chain around your wrist tighten; Conner had snatched it up again, and was pulling on it, reeling you to him like a fish on a hook. you don’t have time to consider much, just that killing Conner wasn’t an option, and you grasp the purple syringe tight in your other fist. being dragged across the floor, over bits of shattered glass and rubbled concrete was a most unpleasant experience, but you hadn’t the energy left to fight him off. you work to unravel the chain from your sore wrist when you finally stop, but two, powerful fists are quick to wrap around your throat again and heave you up into the air. your back slams into the wall with a deafening crack. your feet kicking in the air, toes just barely grazing his knees. “Conn— Conner—“ you croak, grasping on to his wrists again. you tried to stare into his ocean eyes, but found your vision blurring, tripling. he was squeezing so tight, your neck would break soon. you tried to suck in breath, but choked instead, “this— better not— kill you.”

for a moment, Conner looks confused. his head cocks to one side, and his brows arch, but you give him no time to react, jabbing the hollowed tip of the needle into the side of his neck. you half expected it to break against his skin, but it pierces through, and you push down with your thumb. the violet liquid disappears a little at a time as Conner wails. his grip loosens and you slip free, crumbling on the floor in an exhausted heap, breathing ragged. your lungs inflate, painfully, as if they are for the first time, reaching up with one hand to rub your throat. it was bruising already, you could tell. he’d almost killed you. your friend had almost killed you.

with your eyes watering, you peer up at him in time for him to pull the syringe free with a grunt and hurl it to the floor. his stoic features were still fixed in fury, and for a moment, you were convinced the dose had done nothing at all. your heart was sinking into the pit of your stomach, “C’mon big guy,” you pleaded through labored breathing, scrambling backwards. but he didn’t follow you at first. he just stood there, eyes fixed on your frame. “You don’t want to hurt me anymore, right? Starting to feel more like yourself again?” it was a hopeful question, but he still wasn’t looking at you like himself. his eyes were dragging over every inch of you, from boots to the torn fabric on your thighs, and up to your breasts heaving as your chest rose and fell. his fists were tight. so tight that his knuckles were turning alabaster. then, finally, his eyes met yours. your heart stuttered in your chest. you knew that look, but you’d never seen it on him. you never thought you would see it on him. your name leaves his mouth, thick and husky, and you swallowed hard around the lump in your throat.

“Fuck.”

you roll over on to your knees, clambering towards the earpiece. your body is on the brink of giving out, exhausted from the ferocity of the fight, but you had to try, no matter how awkward you moved. you weren’t exactly sure what you would tell Dick when you reached it. ‘Oops, I think I made it worse.’ was in the forefront of your mind, but could you explain to your boyfriend the way your teammate was looking you over, like he was a depraved animal? could you really fix your mouth to say the words? he looks like you do when you’re inside of me.

as luck (good or bad) would have it, you never got the chance. that humongous fist wraps around your ankle and pulls you back, before his knees hit the ground hard enough to sound like a drum behind you. “Don’t run from me.” he barks. trading his grip on your ankle for both on your hips, he jerks them up towards him, forcing your back to arch and your knees to dig into the concrete. you let out a protesting whine, but he’s already shredding your stealth suit as he forces it down your legs. “It’s a waste of time.” his words are masked in a deep breath. inhaling your scent once your sex is completely exposed, “And I’m sick of wasting precious moments I could be ruining this pussy.”

you grind your teeth, squirming. his words are like pure electricity, sparking and buzzing deep within you. you didn’t want to like it, but you were wet, anyways. “Conner,” you reach behind you, trying to push him away, “this isn’t like you—“

“You’re right,” he growls in response, leaning in to drag his countenance along your cunt. you realize you can’t push him off from this angle, so you reach both of your arms forward, trying to grip something, anything, to pull you away, but his grip on your hips kept them cemented in place, “but I can’t fucking think straight. I can hear your heart beating, I can smell every pheromone coming from you, my body is screaming for yours and I can’t fucking stand it.” your breath escapes your open mouth in a wheeze when he licks a fat stripe under your folds, teasing your opening. “I need this. I need you. If you’re not willing to help me, then I’ll take what I need.”

“I’m— I want to help you, Conner,” you were pleading, pushing your palms into the concrete to try and crawl away, “but this isn’t the way. Dick can help us fix you, we just have to get out of here!”

but Conner was way past listening. with a primal grunt, he buries his hand in your hair, pushing your head back down against the ground. “Stay. Down.” he hisses, panting hot air on your core. “I can’t wait for Dick Grayson. I don’t need his help, I’m helping myself.” his tongue encircles your clit, that throbs from the attention. he seals his lips around it and suckles furiously, until you’re covering your mouth with one hand to stifle a vulgar mewl. you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, think that you liked it, but you couldn’t keep your thighs from quivering. you couldn’t keep your eyelids from fluttering, especially when his other hand released your hip to push his middle finger into your spasming hole. ready to welcome him, your walls flutter about the intruder. he moans at the sensation, nuzzling into you as close as he could. the bridge of his nose grinds against your sensitive button and you can’t help but wriggle. “Fuck,” he slurs, mouth open and lapping at your wetness, knuckle deep and pumping quick, “you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

you loathe yourself for getting even wetter hearing the desperation in his voice. you two were friends, and this was very, very wrong. still, his finger was hitting all the right spots, beckoning for you to cum on it with cheeky curling, and he wouldn’t let up on your clit: sucking, teasing with his teeth, slurping on you. you press your palm tighter against your mouth, but it wasn’t muffling your noises enough. “Feels good, right?” he asks, and you could tell he was smirking by the way his lips stretched, smashed against your flesh. his ring finger joins its sibling, and you whine in hapless submission. his fingers are so much thicker than Dick’s, just the two of them stuffed inside you and you already feel full. couple the stretching with his nearly mechanic rhythm, and the room around you is spinning. you don’t want to be as close to orgasm as you are, but you can feel it coming, and you can’t stop it. your toes curl in your boots, muscles going taut. you try to keep it in, fight back the pleasure, but he notices. “Don’t even think about holding out on me,” Conner snarls, tightening his vice on your roots, smearing your face into the ground, “I need to feel you cum. I need to taste it. If you want to play hard to get, I swear I will break you with my cock, and fuck you within an inch of your fragile life.”

you didn’t want to test the theory, nor did you think that you could even if you wanted to. your climax was a tidal wave, ready to crash and sweep you away, whether you were ready for it or not. a mild, “No…” that was directed to yourself falls from your lips. don’t enjoy this. you can’t. but, it felt so damn good.

Conner groans when you come unraveled, burying his face in your slick with his tongue working overtime, flicking your clitoris back and forth, swiping over it, everything he can do to intensify your climax until you’re shivering, panting, and spent, with both of his digits deep inside. “More.” Conner growls, “I want more.”

more? what more could you give? the statement seemed ridiculous— he’d dismantled you already, leaving your muscles too exhausted to move, your body his to do with what he wanted. “I can’t…” you mumble, but he’s already pulling what’s left of your tattered suit from your body. you’re tossed about for a moment as he strips you, but then you fall back on to your belly and stay there, while you watch him undress himself through bleary eyes.

“You don’t have to.” he snaps, his clothes in a puddle of fabric beside you. “I’m going to do the work for you.” his cock springs free, hard and throbbing and pointed towards his bellybutton, and you feel yourself clench on air. part of you wanted him inside of you, to tear right through you, but the other part— the reasonable one, was not only apprehensive at the sheer size of the titan’s manhood, but the fact that this was still so wrong. no amount of euphoria would mask the infidelity, the guilt of betraying Dick, even if you couldn’t stop this from happening. and the worst part was? you knew you would never tell him about it. Conner was only a passenger; the drug, whatever it may be, was in control of his body, and that wasn’t his fault.

when he reaches for you, you squirm, a feeble attempt at another crawl towards the receiver, but his fingers curl underneath your chin, taking you from behind by the throat and pulling you to your feet. you were limp, sagging forward, but he didn’t even mind. with one hand around your neck, he kept you steady enough, toes dragging the floor, to guide the tip of his cock to its destination. “Look at you,” he whispers in your ear, “so fucking weak, you can’t even stand up on your own. Don’t even try to fight, just take it.”

his other hand hooks underneath your thigh, lifting it as he draws you back into his thrust, and a helpless moan seeps from your lips. his fit is snug, almost too snug. you need time to adjust, but he’s not so keen on giving it to you. he’s much too… depraved to ease you into a soft, passionate fucking. instead, his hips snap forward as he drags you back and forth, using you the same way you could imagine he used his own fist when he was alone. “Take it,” he was grunting, over and over, until those two words were the only things on your mind. two syllables burned into your psyche. take it. take it. take it. even your own whimpering waned in comparison to his snorting in your ear.

the hand around your throat falls, instead, to catch your dangling leg at the thigh and lift it into the air, using the leverage to bounce your body, impaled and levitating. your head feels like a fishbowl full of jelly, and it lolls back against his chest, rising and falling with the heavy rhythm of his breathing. indescript sounds fall from your parted couplet, and your eyes are heavily lidded as you try to look up at him. you catch sight of the sharpness of his jaw, drawn right as he grits his teeth, his clear eyes shrouded in darkness, pupils dilated more than you ever thought possible. his face is red, sweat raining down on you. you feel so damn small, looking up at this giant, feeling every thick inch he’s forcing you to accommodate, suspended in the air.

Conner looks down at you, and his grimace twists into a tense smirk. he must’ve felt like a god right now.

“I always admired your strength,” he murmurs through jagged breath, but it was hard to focus on his words when he was jackhammering into you so hard that his balls were swinging to spank your clit, “now I feel fucking foolish, seeing how easily you submit. You’re not a warrior at all— you’re nothing but a fucking whore, made to be used just like this, and you fucking love it, don’t you?” you wanted to argue, tell him that was the drugs talking, but in this moment, he made a good point. would a real fighter still be resisting? could they? you couldn’t even form sentences, and you felt like his cock was going to tear you in half, and instead of trying to get away, you were just slumped back against the menace terrorizing your body. using it. you try to shake your head, but he laughs at you. it wasn’t Conner’s usual laugh. that’s what you kept repeating. he doesn’t laugh that wicked. it wasn’t him. he wasn’t in control. “You’re a damn liar,” he snarls, his massive hands squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs hard enough to elicit and whimper. they would be sore for a while. your whole body would. “If you didn’t love the feeling of my cock destroying your little body, you wouldn’t be so dickdrunk. You wouldn’t be clenching around me like you just found your life’s purpose, and it’s being impaled on my dick. Would you?” you can’t answer, and that coaxes another husky chuckle.

“Maybe you should take a look,” he grunts, allowing his arms to glide with ease up your torso. his elbows force your legs up and spread further, and his fingers lock behind your head, pushing it down. you’ve no choice but to stare at your belly as it distends, the shape of his cock bulging out from the inside when he bottoms out. your head spins, locked in his vice, you can see your own cum dripping from your cunt. you couldn’t help it, but it was still humiliating. “Watch me fuck that little pussy. See how good you take me? Fuck, what’s Grayson always say about you? ‘Tiny, but mighty’? I’ll fucking say so. You’re taking every fucking inch.” you babble, a mix of pleas and his name broken into pathetic syllables as he drives himself up into you. “Attagirl— I might just snap you in two if I pound any harder, huh?” his words are muffled, distorted, as he bites on his lip. you force yourself to nod. you doubted he would show you any mercy, but your body was at its limit.

“C—Conn— Conner!“ your eyes, even glazed, were focused on watching his shaft slide into you, form a thick lump in your belly, and then back out. if you had another orgasm, you’d had three more. the pleasure seemed to run in tandem with your exhaustion. you wanted to beg him to stop, or at least slow down, but his name is the only word you can form.

“Keep screaming my name just like that,” he moans, slobbering over your neck where he sucks and bites, “it’s gonna make me cum!”

you could’ve told him to pull out, but what was the point? he would do what he wanted, and you had absolutely no say. with his hot breath raising goosebumps on your skin, he howls, rutting deep, any rhythm he had before dissipated into fervent fucking, the primal need to be as deep as he could, before he erupts.

and just like that, he drops you.

hitting the floor had become a feeling you were, unfortunately, used to, so you only groan, rolling on to your back. you could feel his cum leaking out of your abused body, and you sucked in a few, heavy breaths.

Conner, on the other hand, has fallen to his knees, panting, growling, his fingers digging into the concrete with his eyes closed. “What… the hell…” he mumbles, “what… did I do?”

Conner was back. the real Conner.

good to know the dose was only temporary.

still, you didn’t know what to say, nothing that came to mind would do much to make him feel better. he finally convinces himself to look up, to look at you. you must’ve looked exactly how you felt, spent, bruised, naked and oozing him, because he let out a furious scoff at himself and pounds his massive fists against the ground, initiating a cloud of debris and dust to swirl around him. “They… weaponized me. Again. To hurt you.” his voice wasn’t steady. it was strained.

“Just…” you hold out your arm, the muscles practically made of gel, “help me up, Conner.” what were you supposed to say? how were you supposed to act? his brows furrow, but he does as instructed, before dressing himself then gathering your clothes. you didn’t miss the way he eyed the destruction he caused about the room, or the guilt painted over his face when he saw you leaning against the wall, wincing, holding your belly. you couldn’t help it. there was a painful, hollow feeling in you after such a rough romp. “Thanks.” you mutter, holding his broad shoulder for stability as he helps you step into your suit. it was horrendously torn, as if you’d been mauled by a werewolf, but nothing the fight couldn’t explain.

“The others are getting close,” he offered. super hearing, you assumed. “What are you going to tell Dick?” Conner asked, somewhat bashful. you noticed that he even looked away when he knelt in front of you, avoiding looking at your body. his cheeks were crimson. he wasn’t the sheepish type, that was all humiliation. and anger at himself, probably.

you look towards the door as it whirrs to life, raising to reveal the tunnels. your way out. what a sick joke.