The thunder roared as Jason sat on the gargoyle on top of the nearest building he could find. He looked up to the darkened skies and looked away as the tear droplets stung his eyes. His mask lay nearby him. He couldn't even bring himself to look at the little piece of fabric that lay there, mocking him. Sitting there did help him think over the events that had just happened.

Wincing as the next round of thundered struck; he remembered the immense pain that came along with the memories. He sat still, waiting for the rain to wash away his impurity. He felt so dirty and began to scrub furiously at his arms and face. Why had it happened to him? Why had he not fought back? Was there something wrong with him?

Jason knew he couldn't go to his family for this kind of stuff… they would judge him for not liking it. Not even pity him, tell him to act like a man and enjoy it because the way he acted he probably would never get it again. They would cast him out even more than they already did. They wouldn't understand, Jason thought. He shook as the memory of it

The man pushed him roughly against the wall. Laughing as he did so. Laughing so maniacally it burned into Jason's memory.

"Don't worry Hoodie! You'll enjoy this! HAHAHA" Joker roughly said in Jason's ear.

Jason lay completely still, frozen to the spot. He couldn't move for the thought of his death had gotten him in this very situation. He was drugged and now he couldn't even move a single muscle! Damn he cursed himself for not heading Nightwing's order to call in back up when he thought it was necessary.

"Harley will be so jealous!" the Joker said laughing as he spoke.

Without a moment's hesitation he ripped off Jason's shirt revealing his scarred chest. Jason whimpered pathetically his mind going back to when we was a mere child. What the hell he though must have given me a muscle relaxant. As the Joker ran his hands through his hair he whispered "Birdie why aren't you responding? Why aren't you enjoying this?"

"Stop-p" Jason barley got through his clenched teeth.

"OH BIRD BOY you're so much less fun now!" Joker said as he slowly undid the rest of Jason's clothes. Jason struggled against the binds that held his muscles stiff. The drug must have been strong as it was affecting him this badly. Jason turned his head and closed his eyes as he felt wet warmness on him. An unfamiliar sensation came across him. He realized that his body was reacting to this horrifying ordeal.

'How can I be enjoying this' he thought to himself. He struggled as Joker kept moving up and down. Joker suddenly stopped and Jason couldn't be more relieved.

Jason could see how this had been affecting both him and the Joker. His blood ran cold as the Joker moved closer to him. The joker opened Jason's mouth as laughed

"You taste great Birdie! But it's my turn now" He grinned at Jason's masked face. Looking at the only thing that remained of his uniform.

His red domino mask.

Joker touched the mask but didn't remove it. He climbed over Jason and laid next to him.

"Return the favor" He commanded. There was no laughter this time. No joking to what the Joker demanded to be done. Jason did what he was told. Tears leaking from his eyes, whimpers only strengthened the Jokers resolve. Jason knew what was coming next and moved to avoid what he could.

"You're better than I thought Bird Boy!" Joker said smiling and petting his hair lovingly. Joker then moved lower.

'This may hurt just a tad but that will leave soon enough'. Jokers hand was on his stomach until it got to the apex of his thighs. Joker stuck his fingers in his mouth and then in Jason. Not waiting for Jason to adjust; Jason cried out at the extreme pain he felt. More tears were produced as he lay there and took it.

'There that should do it!" Joker mused. Jason couldn't describe the next few moments as he was fighting back extreme fatigue and nausea. All he did remember was searing pain and in the back of his mind some small sick twisted part of him had enjoyed it

"Oh my god birdie! Or should I call you Hood? That was amazing!" Joker said out of breath. Jason pressed is face into the pillow as couldn't bare face the Joker after all he had done to him. He had beaten him to death and now raped him.

"Come on! Don't be so serious! Smile for me!" Joker grabbed his face roughly and turned it toward him. Only to be met with a masked, emotionless face. He slowly reached up to rip off the mask but stopped.

"Wouldn't want to spoil the fun of finding out who you are!" He said laughing. He then got off the bed and started to re-dress himself. Jason knew he was still in the room and he looked around without moving his head.

2:34 Am, the clock read. He mentally sighed and knew that it was common for him to be out on patrol and knew nobody knew of his absence. Yet he kept looking for a way out the small room he was currently in. He saw that it wasn't a bedroom but in fact a living room of some sort. It was an apartment he concluded. Careful not to attract Jokers attention who stood talking to himself in the mirror on the opposite side of the room. He continued his searches

By the way the walls and floors looked. Jason thought the building was old and most probably abandoned. He suddenly saw something that made his blood run cold.

A camera.

Joker wasn't talking to himself in a mirror he suddenly realized, he was talking to the camera. But why? It wasn't connected to the internet so who would he be talking to? Joker suddenly turned to face Jason.

"Well this has been fun, but I gotta go. People to kill, babies to disfigure" he sighed.

"But its been fun right? If you don't mind ill be uploading this to my personal computer for some fun in the future" He walked closer to Jason naked form.

"Or I could find you again Birdie" he whispered before kissing Jason roughly. He laughed loudly grabbed his jacket and like that, his tormentor was gone.

It wasn't long after that , that he started crying. Cursing his bad luck of being killed at 15 and then raped at 17.

'Why couldn't I stay dead!' he yelled mentally wanting to end his suffering. Before he knew it darkness was closing in on his mind. He hadn't known how tired he really was until it was threatening to over take him. It wasn't long until he gave in and finally closed his eyes.

He didn't sleep well.

When he awoke it was dark, very dark.

'How long have I been asleep?' he thought to himself. He checked the clock that he had seen earlier and saw it read midnight. Jason figured that the drug was more powerful than he had thought and made him sleep for almost a whole day. He tried moving his hands and found it was fairly easy to move them

'Drug must have worn off 'he thought. He tried standing up and found a numbing pain in his lower abdomen. He looked around the floor for his clothes and found them in a mess by the side of the bed.

His helmet was nowhere to be found, he noticed as he had put everything on. Breaking through the locked door he jumped as he heard the clap of thunder signaling that a storm was raging outside. Once outside the building he ran. Ran as far as he could and then grappling to a rooftop to where he believed he could be alone for the next few hours.

"There you are!" A relieved voice sounded from behind him. Yet Jason didn't turn, he kept his eyes straight ahead looking at the wet streets of Gotham. The sound of footsteps got louder as whoever it was got closer.

"Jason" The person who he identified the voice as being Nightwing said. Still Jason didn't turn as he was being called out. Nightwing knelt down next to him and noticed his brother's lack of response. Nightwing put his hand on Red Hood shoulder and Jason winced at the small contact. Nightwing pulled his hand away from Red Hood sensing that something was wrong with his brother. Nightwing was silent as he studied Red Hood's still form. He decided talking was his best chance at getting something out of him.

"Why haven't you been answering your comm.?" Nightwing asked. For the first time Red Hood realized that he in fact didn't have his comm. on him, a rule that was hard wired into his brain as soon as he put on the short pants.

"I-I don't know" He replied. It was true; he did not know how or when he lost it. Joker must have taken it away from him in those few minutes he was knocked out.

"Jay… what happened to you?" Nightwing asked hesitantly. The memories attacked him with more power than Jokers crowbar had. Tears began to stream down his face but went unnoticed by the older hero.

The sobbing that followed caught Nightwing off guard as Jason clutched his feet closer to his chest. Worried beyond belief Nightwing's hand went straight to the comm. he had in his ear. Red Hood must have noticed the action for he reached up and grabbed his brother's hand in his and pleaded.

"P-please d-d-ont!" he sobbed even harder. Nightwing was at a loss for words, he had never seen Jason so broken, not even when they first took him in.

"Jason lets go to my flat" Nightwing asked, hoping to coax what was bothering his brother like this. The younger hero sat still and unmoving before sanding holding his soaking head down. Nightwing took that as a yes and jumped the rooftops to his apartment. Slowly but surely they made it to his apartment.

"There are extra clothes in the guest bedroom if you want to shower…" Nightwing's' sentence trailed off as he for the first time saw Jason's injuries. Jason slowly locked himself in the bathroom and stripped his clothes. Turning the shower on as hot as he could, he slipped under it.

He was hoping that the sheer warmth would make him feel better but the tears still came as he slid to the floor of the shower. He furiously continued his attempts to cleanse the dirtiness he felt. He scrubbed his skin raw before he heard a pounding on the door.

"Jay…are you okay?" Dick's voice entered the room. Jason looked at himself and remembered what had happened.

"N-NO!" he yelled.

"Please come out" Dick said softly. Unknown to Jason, Dick had his head against the door. It broke his heart to see his normally strong and brash brother become so fragile.

'What happened to you Jay?' Dick thought to himself. He heard the shower turn off and returned to his place on the living room couch. He heard rustling around the house but Jason didn't appear until a few minutes after. Wearing Dicks Gotham University and an old pair of jeans, Jason sat down.

Jason was unwilling to meet Dick's gaze and stuck to looking at the ground. In the brightly lit room Dick saw the mass of bruises that litter Jason's body.

"Where were you? You were gone all of yesterday and I finally find you on top of a random building at 2 am. Do you know how worried we were?" Dick's voice went from high to low as he spoke the last sentence.

"We just got you back…We thought we had lost you… all communications were gone from you. It was as if you dropped off the face of the earth". Dick softly muttered to the seventeen year old.

Jason wanted to scream out why he hadn't replied to any of the bat-family's calls. He wanted to say why he had gone under the radar but he couldn't form the words in his mind. All he drew up was that he was very hungry.

"Can I have something to eat?' he barley whispered. Dick shot up, feeling horrible that he had forgotten to give him something as simple as food.

He made him a simple meal that was easy on his stomach. Dick put the tray in front of Jason. Jason hesitantly started eating. Delaying the inevitable as he eat as slow as he could. Jason knew the weeks of dealing with this would be hard. He would have to confront Bruce, Tim and Alfred about what had happened. He knew that Dick was patiently waiting to hear what he had to say. He slowly finished his small meal and looked up.

For the first time that night, he met Dick's eyes and spoke.