Prologue

Side Note: This is a little fan-fiction that I'm really not planning on finishing. Unless, I get some support on here, which I highly doubt I will. Anyways, it's a 28 Days Later fan-fiction all made with my original characters. Except, of course, for The Joker and Harvey Dent, which I'm still kind of leery about using. Anyways, on to the story.

Warning: Yaoi and rape play a major part in the prologue. Please do not read if any of this disturbs you.

Enter: Gotham City

It was a cool night in Gotham City. The snow slowly fell from the sky, blanketing the town with a sheet of white powder. The moon shined brightly, lighting up the sky.

A young boy sat upon a roof top, over-looking the city. He was wearing his usual skin-tight, all black outfit. This was Oliver Clark, the poor boy turned crime fighter. His black hair waved in the wind; His blue eyes scanned the streets below. Nothing interesting. He sighed, letting his legs dangle over the edge of the building. He lied back on the roof top, staring off into space, thinking about his life.

A scream woke Oliver from his day-dream. It came from the alley way next to the building. Oliver hurried to the side, looking over the edge. Five thugs- The Joker's men, by the looks of it- were surrounding a young female.

"Hehe. You wanna play, little girl?" The lead thug asked, stepping towards her. Oliver dropped from the building edge, managing to drop onto the leader, rendering him unconscious. Oliver turned as another thug tried to knife him. Oliver quickly disarmed him and delivered a knock-out punch to the face.

It was at this time another thug tackled Oliver into the wall, holding him against the concrete siding by his throat. The thug quickly pulled a hand-gun out, pushing it against Oliver's temple. "Aren't you a little young to be fighting crime?"

"Hey!" A voice came from the roof. The thug looked up to see who was speaking. However, it was not just one person. There were two. Twins, by the looks of it. They both had shoulder length black hair, stunning green eyes and snake-bites. They were the same height and stature. The only thing different about them was their outfits. One was wearing a skin tight black outfit with red trimming and the other was wearing a skin tight black outfit with blue trimming.

They both jumped down from the roof-top, landing in front of the thug who was holding onto Oliver. "Please tell me you weren't planning on harming our play-thing?" The one with red trimming spoke.

"O- Of course not, Kyle," The thug let Oliver go, stepping away from the crime-fighter, "We were just, uh-"

"Because you know," The one with blue trimming interrupted, "We love our toy with all of our hearts… And if you were to harm him, we would have no choice but to kill you." He gave a sadistic smirk.

"Yes, Jeremy, I understand," The thug said, backing up as he spoke. "I- I'm really sorry… We'll just be leaving now." With this, the thug turned and ran, along with the rest of the gang.

These were the Grims. Twins that had nothing but evil on their mind. They were the most recent recruits of the infamous Harvey Dent and they always had time on their hands to mess with Oliver.

Jeremy grinned, now turning to the female who was the original victim of the gang's assault.

"Get out," Jeremy demanded. The female nodded, wasting no time in leaving the alley.

Kyle now turned to Oliver, who was looking from twin to twin. "W- What do you guys want?" Oliver asked, obviously scared.

Kyle grinned, now walking to Oliver's side, who in turn, tensed up. Kyle brushed Oliver's hair away from Oliver's ear, which caused the crime fighter to tense up even more. Kyle leaned in dangerously close to Oliver, whispering into the boy's ear. "Come now, Oliver. Is that the way you should talk to the two people that just saved you from being killed?"

Oliver cringed, now clenching his fists. His knuckled turned completely white, showing how much he had tensed up. He wouldn't dare to hit Kyle, though. Or Jeremy, for that matter.

Jeremy walked to Oliver's side as well, also whispering into the male's ear, "Yeah… In fact, I'd say you owe us something… Wouldn't you agree?" He gave a small chuckle.

Oliver knew exactly where this was going. They didn't call Oliver their "toy" for nothing.

"P- Please…" Oliver said, hoping they would leave him alone. He hated them with a passion, but he couldn't fight them. They were too strong. And to be honest, Oliver was about the worst crime-fighter out there.

"Please what?" Jeremy smirked, brushing his lips against Oliver's cheek. Oliver shuddered. Jeremy was obviously please by this reaction.

Kyle now seized Oliver's chin, forcing the young male to look at him.

"Come on, Ollie," Kyle said, "Don't you love us?" He grinned, now pressing his lips to Oliver's.

Oliver reeled back, pulling away from the kiss.

Kyle quickly grabbed Oliver by the neck, pressing him against the wall.

"Please don't fight this, Oliver," Kyle plead, "We wouldn't want this to be like last time, would we?"

Oliver's eyes averted to the ground. He remembered the first time they had taken advantage of him. He had tried to fight, but he stood no chance against them. The images flooded back to him. He saw the rusted pipe that Kyle had used to beat him repeatedly coming down on him. His own blood pooling on the ground beneath him. The feeling of their roughness…

The look in Oliver's eyes told Kyle exactly what he had expected. "I thought so," He spoke as he leaned in, forcing another kiss onto Oliver. Only this time, Oliver didn't fight back.

Kyle grinned, "That's more like it…" Kyle turned to Jeremy, "Don't worry, you'll get your turn, Jeremy." He smirked, now lowering his hand to Oliver's crotch, rubbing the male through his outfit.

Oliver cringed, whimpering a little. He closed his eyes as the tears began to flow.

Kyle kissed Oliver again, forcing his tongue into Oliver's mouth, rubbing it against his tongue.

Oliver just couldn't take it anymore. Maybe if he just ran, he could make it… He quickly pulled away, pushing Kyle away from him and running towards the end of the alley-way. It seemed so far away…

However, just before he reached the end, he was tackled. By Kyle.

"You little bitch!" Kyle yelled, now turning Oliver over and sitting on the boy's chest, pinning his arms down with his knees. He brought a hand down, smacking the boy across the face. "Here I was, being nice to you and you just had to ruin it!" He balled up a fist and brought it down onto Oliver's face, causing immediate blood gush from Oliver's nose.

Oliver struggled against Kyle, but the older male easily over-powered him.

"I'm sorry!" Oliver screamed, his body writhing underneath Kyle.

Kyle leaned in close to Oliver, "You don't know what sorry is." He then began removing Oliver's outfit. He tossed the suit to the side, now removing his own pants.

Oliver had to let this happen. If he didn't, they would just take him by force (as if they weren't already).

And then, without warning, Kyle lifted Oliver's right leg, resting it on his own shoulder, and then penetrated the small boy.

Oliver immediately tensed up, his eyes going wide. He let out a scream of pure agony. It felt like Kyle was ripping him in half.

Kyle didn't even wait for Oliver to get used to the pain. He immediately began pounding the young boy, fast and hard.

It was at this point that Oliver began blacking out for a number of seconds at a time. He didn't even realize when Kyle had finished and Jeremy had began.

And then a sudden, painful blow to the stomach brought Oliver out of his subconscious state.

"Answer me!" Kyle shouted, unaware that Oliver was unconscious to begin with. The rusty pipe that he had struck Oliver with was being held in his right hand. Both twins had finished and dressed by this time.

When Oliver only continued to groan about the pain, Kyle grew irritated. He brought the pipe down onto Oliver once more, this time repeatedly hitting him.

"I'm tired!"

Whack

"Of your!"

Whack

"Disobediance!"

Whack

"Whoa, Kyle!" It was Jeremy now that stopped him. That last hit was directly to the skull. "We don't want him dead… Go back to the hide-out. I'll take care of Oliver…"

Kyle, though notable angry, nodded his head. He dropped the pipe and walked away from the scene.

Jeremy looked down at the bloodied mess that was Oliver Clark. His head had been cut open by the pipe and he wouldn't be surprised if the young boy had been put into a coma. He shook his head, picking the boy up and tossing him over his shoulder. He then made his way back to their hide out…