There is graphic scenes of rape, your discresion is requested.
Everything is always about the robins or the batfamily, now is about Bruce.
Is not only Dick who is broken, or Jason beacuse of his death, or Tim because of the joker, or Damian.
#feelsforBruce
Please create more fanfics about depressed Bruce.
Batman needed to work against a gang who was using drugs on people. Bruce was currently in his bedroom getting ready to be the bat.
The phone rang, Bruce picked it up.
"Yes"
"Hey, Bruce I was wondering if I could patrol tonight in Gotham" Lately, his relationship with his whole batfamily, had been damaged
"For what?" It was weird for Dick to return to Gotham.
"Let's just say my villians entered Gotham"
"Okay, just stay safe"
"Bruce you sound tired, you should rest tonight, I am here after all"
"Thank you chum, I'll consider it"
Batman drove the batmobile. The next movement was going to be on the woods. Weird no one does that. Batman tried to call Nightwing but he doesn't response.
Bruce parcked the car near the zone. He began to climb trees and walk though them.
He heard noise. There was a man trying to kill another man. He quicky knocked the man. Unfortunally for him, he smelled a gas. It knocked him out.
Bruce woke up, he looked around, he was on a damn warehouse, like always. He realized he could't move. He began to desesperately tried to reach the mon link.
He called Dick first, but he didn't anwered.
"Come on answer please, answer, plase Dick what are you doing" he whisperd.
Well then, he would call Tim, pretty sure he was with Dick.
Someone grabbed his hand and put a chain on it. It was a shame that he didn't hear the man approach, or that he was too weak to figh with him. But he was paralized because of that drug.
"You are the goddamn Batman feared by everyone, a beatiful thing, I like to destroy beatiful things"
"Scum like you will never know the true beauty, your rotten souls must be in jail"
"Don't get cocky with me, beauty, you will be rotten like us"
The man touched Batman's chest with a knife.
"In your dreams, scum"
Batman was wating for him to take the cowl off when the man touched his neck. "Ohh, you are inoccent, aren't you" he talked in a low seductive voice. The man spread the chains of his legs and throwed him to the floor. To Bruce surprise, the man took off his belt so easily. "What? I am not your average goon"
The man touched his private parts. Bruce flinched not expecting to get grabbed in there. Though he did realized what was happening here.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!" Batman growled.
"Ha, ha, ha not even staring darling"
He grabbed a stick form his back. Without any consideration, he ripped Batman's pant through his hole. Bruce began to shake, and to breath faster.
The man put the stick between Bruce's legs.
"You don't have the right to- Ahh"
Bruce screamed, the pain was too much, he felt a blade went through his intestine, his hips were hurting.
The man started thrusting him, so deep and fast Bruce started giving sob moans and crying. His back arched and the body was being pushed by that stick. His pupils were shaking, his eyes were scared.
For once in his life he felt scared. Scared of the man who was touching him.
He couldn't believe he was being... he w-was b-being
"You are a whore, you like it don't you, you dirty whore, enjoying how scum like me gives you pleasure, what would think your little Robin, or the Justice League about you moaning and screaming" Batman gritted his teeth. "N-no, ah"
"Yes, whore" *one thrust*
"Whoreeee" *another thrust*
"dirty" *thrust*
"darling" *thrust*
"beauty" *thrust*
The man grabbed his ass.
"I know you like being ram against a wall, you beauty"
"Ah, stop, ah, p-please, ah" Bruce wasn't a whore, no, no, he was not.
No, no, I am not a whore, I... am... n-not a who-r- *sob* no *sob* I- I *sob*
Batman started to cry more. The symbol that was feared was reduced to only a man. If he was Superman, sure he would have escaped by now, but he was just a man.
He couldn't shake the feeling of disgusted. He was disgusted with himself. He was rotten and broken like all the other criminals.
No... no t-this can-n't b-be happening t-to me, NO! please Dick, Tim, Jasom, Damian, Cas, Barbara, Steph, somebody please h-help...
"H-help, ah, please, *sob, stop-p, *sob, please, Ah"
The man stopped. Bruce had hope he finished with his torture. He was crying silently, shaking, trying to comprehend what just happen. He was a victim now, of r-rape.
He wanted to be in the masion in bed with his parents, oh how he missed them. Or even his family watching movies while Damian tries to stab Jason, Tim drinking cooffe slowy moving towards Bruce, sleppy, and Dick hugging him like if it's the end of the world. That warm, was now gone, he felt only cold.
Only one sound could be heard in the warehouse other than the broken sobs, a belt. Bruce looked up, and started to shake more.
The man grabbed the belt, turned Bruce around, took off Bruce's pants, and started slamming his ass with the belt. It was not your typical slam and get your ass red. No, he was cutting deep the skin, that shit had peakes on it with a substance on it.
The same substance that paralyzed Bruce. Batman screamed with every (shhs). He felt the blood though his legs.
The man touched all his body leaving marks on his neck, but not taking off his cowl.
The man took off his pants, and thrusted Bruce. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, times. Faster and faster deep and deep. Batman couldn't cry anymore, he just breathed with every thrust.
When the man finished he turned slowly to Bruce, with smile in his face. "Beauty, you are such a whore, and rotten just like the other ones, ha, ha, ha. Ha HAHAHAHA"
He leaved, and Bruce stayed crying for a good hour. His breath was short and soft. He was asleep, but he couldn't move.
When Bruce woke up, he could move again, slowly, but he could. Bruce lifted himself up, but he fell due to the pain. He tried again. And again.
He walked out of the warehouse. He was
He drove to the cave, he could still patrol, after all he has been out with worst injuries on his body. But this was a new kind of pain. He was still shaken by the situation.
When he arrive, he just wanted to take a shower to take away all evidence or the scum of that monster.
The good thing, no one was in the cave. He went to the showers and took a bath. He inserted a finger on his hole. It hurted like hell. Though he never got hard.
Bruce put pijamas on, and then he put a blanket on. He walked slowly, flinching, to the elevator.
"Master Bruce?" Shit, it was Alfred. But, maybe he could tell him. No, he needed to.
Bruce had his head down crying, tears fell out of his eyes. He turned slowly around.
"Master Bruce! What happen?! Why are you crying?! Did something happen to Master Dick?!" Alfred sounded worried.
Bruce just said no with his head, he couldn't talk. Bruce walked to him, he burried his head on Alfred's shoulder.
He fell to the floor, his knees weak. He started crying loudly, shaking.
Alfred hugged him back. "Master Bruce what happen?"
Alfred felt wet on his hand, he looked at it, blood.
"Sir, you are bleeding" Alfred lifted Bruce, helped him. Then he took of his shirt, nothing, then his pants.
Holy shit, he was covered in blood. There was marks of torture.
No, no, my child, my kid, my son, why him? A good person?
Bruce hugged himself, he brought his knees to his chest.
"Don't worry, don't worry, you're safe now, I won't let you get hurt"
They stayed like that for half an hour. "Al?"
"Yes, Master Bruce",
"I'm going to sleep, and tomorrow too"
"It's okay, but first I need to take a look at you, do you min-
"No, please do so, but if Dick and Tim arrives, please I c-can't see them right now"
"It's okay my child"
"Everything will be fine"
Dick was mad. In fact he was heading towards Wayne Manor to 'talk' to Bruce. Batman leaved Dick in charge of patrol yesturday.
It was supposed to be an easy night, but no. There was this gang who were kidnapping men to test new drugs. And now Tim was a baby. Now they had to find a cure, why Bruce didn't told him anything.
He always does, he has to, Bruce never lets nothing get in the way of his work.
Damn he had leaved his com link in the cave.
Barbara had to talk to Bruce. He never answered his phone, specially now that Tim was a baby.
He needed to find a cure. But he was in LaLaLand. She just drove to Wayne Manor. She seriusly needed to talk to him.