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Talon looks good with fresh blood on his claws. Kon probably shouldn't be focusing on that, should probably be focusing on the fact that it's his blood that's decorating them. But if Kon learnt one thing while trapped in Luthor's hell hole of a science lab, it's how to handle pain. (Luthor can play good guy to the cameras all he likes, Kon knows what he's really like. What he'll allow others to do if it means finding a new method to fuck with Ultraman. Piece of shit doesn't even have the decency to get his own hands dirty. Jokes in him, Kon escaped and burnt CADMUS to the ground and no one will ever force shards of Kryptonite under his skin ever again.) Pain can be endured, Kon just needs to give his brain something to focus on.

So blood, Talon's gauntlets, and how it glints in the light of the red sun lamps Kon knows weren't here yesterday.

"Come here often?" He chokes out.

Talon flexes the fingers around Kon's neck, and makes a great show of admiring his other hand, the bloody one.

The other Talon, the not-his Talon, shifts where he's leaning against the wall, and stalks forward until he's next to the slab they've put Kon on. He grabs Talon's gauntlet, brings it up to his face and sniffs it.

He laughs. "Even smells alien. Not that I imagine too many people have had the pleasure."

Kon snorts, "Yeah, just you and most of CADMUS." His voice is thin, he can't breathe properly, and this is doubtlessly a shitty idea, but not mouthing off isn't an option (bright lights, cold metal, painpainpain, lay there and take it). "Turns out, when Ultraman kills your barista or whatever, having a clone of him hanging around makes for good-" he coughs and audibly sucks in air "-stress relief."

Other-Talon ignores him. "So when are you gonna-"

His-Talon shifts, the pressure on Kon's throat increasing. His face is blank, as usual. "You're interfering with the integrity of the experiment."

Kon can't stop himself from flinching. At least Inertia isn't here, he'd mock Kon forever for such an obvious weakness. Both Talons definitely noticed, but right now they're busy glaring each other down to give a crap about Kon (or maybe they're eye-fucking, Kon's never been the best at reading Talon's body-language, and with this other Talon in the mix, his-Talon has shut down the few ticks he graciously broadcasts). And it's not like Talon doesn't know how Kon feels, he was the one to find Kon, he knows what Kon was like back then. Back when he was convinced he wasn't really a person, just a weapon.

(He'd been so obedient. Doing otherwise hadn't even occured to him as an option. He'd known that they would hurt him and he just let it happen. Fuck, he used to be so pathetic.)

"Talon, Talon, Talon." Other Talon drags his claws down Kon's face. It hurts. "What did Daddy say about running experiments in teammates?"

Kon can't stop himself from whimpering. Talon hooks a claw into the corner of his mouth, presses down enough that Kon's mouth begins to fill with his own blood. His Talon abruptly squeezes his hand, and the thin breaths that Kon had been able to take in cut off.

"Daddy says that so long as I'm discreet, I can do whatever I want."

Other Talon smiles. It's wide and sunshiny and Kon wants to crawl deeper into the cold, metal slab and never come out. "Let's be discreet then."

Dirty Little Secrets (5374 words) by scandalsavage Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Teen Titans (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Roman Sionis/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Roman Sionis, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Coercion, Blackmail, Explicit Sexual Content, Rough Sex, Belts, Rope Bondage, Wrongful Imprisonment, well... "wrongful", Roman is a cocky bastard, Voyeurism, Daddy Kink Summary:

The Bats find out about Damian's private prison and take care of it. Unfortunately there is one inmate who requires a little additional damage control.

Blessed Are The Dead (for they rest from their labors) by scandalsavage 

Rec’d by Anonymous 

(for you, Scandal, anything)

"We must have done something to make Jay doubt his place with us," Bruce says thoughtfully, winding his fingers into Jason's curls, carefully working out the matted blood. Jay hadn't wanted to come home, but when do children ever want what's best for them? So they had to insist, and Jay had gotten a little knocked around in the resulting scuffle.

Dick paces the medbay, anger still heating his blood. How stupid was Jay, to think for even a moment that they would just let him go. Jay's naive and Dick usually finds it adorable, but did he honestly think that there was a family out there that would love him more than they would? They know everything about Jay and what's he's done, no one else would understand that, see how truely, deeply filthy Jay is, and still love him. Jay's disgusting but they take pity on him, and he's just spat that back in their faces.

"We've been too nice," he snarls.

Tim sits in the corner, so still you'd think he was dead if you didn't know better. "Punishment might confuse the issue," he cautions, voice totally devoid of emotion.

Dick turns on him. "You seriously trying to say that he doesn't deserve punishment after what he did?" he hisses, hands going to the knives at his waist.

Tim smiles emptily. "He does, of course. He just needs to be made to understand."

"No one just gets to leave."

"He's well aware of that now." Tim shifts, his movements exact but lacking the grace he consciously, typically moves with. The drying blood sticking his leathers to the chair doesn't help. "I don't think he'll try to leave again."

"He shouldn't have even thought that was an option!"

Bruce hums, cutting off Dick's increasingly loud voice. He snags Dick's wrist and pulls him in close. Dick typically melts into Bruce's embrace regardless of who is around them, so it's a sign of how deep Jason's betrayal cuts when he remains stiff.

Bruce grabs him by the back of the neck, drags him down until they're eye to eye. Pain has always centred his eldest. "He will be punished Dickie, don't you worry. He'll be made to see exactly how he has sinned, he'll apologise, we will discipline him, and only once that's been completed to the satisfaction of all of us, will we accept his apology and forgive him."

Dick leans his forehead against Bruce's shoulder. "I guess," he grumbles, already starting to fantasise about how they can show Jason the breadth of his error.

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