Bruce walked into the kitchen after another night without sleep. Alfred was already cooking breakfast and Bruce sighed heavily as he sat down at the counter.
"Is there something troubling you Master Bruce?"
Bruce was silent for a moment and then launched into a play by play of the previous night. When he finished Alfred nodded and placed a plate of eggs and bacon before him.
"From where I stand, Master Bruce, it seems Jason has a real a-" He was cut off by a bloodcurdling scream ripping through the house and shattering the early morning calm. Bruce was up in a second and has climbed the stairs before the second scream rang out. He burst in through the guest room door to see Jason holding down a thrashing Nyya with a panicked expression on his face.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bruce yelled as Nyya continued to scream and kick.
"It's not me it's her! She gets night terrors just help me hold her before she hurts herself!" Nya's hand flew out and smacked Bruce as he tried to get closer. He managed to get a grip on both her legs and Jason used his whole body to keep her torso down. Eventually her screaming stopped and she began to calm down. 5 minutes later she was calmly sleeping again. Bruce sat up and stared at Jason who was brushing her hair back and frowning.
"That one was the worst I've seen." He murmured and looked up at Bruce with concern in his eyes.
"You've been through multiple?" Bruce was shushed and ushered out of the room by Jason. "How often have you stayed overnight with her?" Bruce asked furiously.
"I've never slept with her." Jason said flatly. "I only stayed at her house to help with the episodes."
"She asked you to do this?"
"No. She didn't want me anywhere near her while she was like that. I, however, insisted." Jason started to walk downstairs and Bruce followed shaking his head.
Bruce gave up trying to question him about this and started in on his breakfast. Midway through they Nyya appeared in the kitchen looking pissed off.
"Silent as always." Jason joked and patted the chair next to him. "Come sit."
"You are in SO much trouble." Nyya grumbled and stalked over to Jason.
"How so?" Jason looked at her quizzically.
"It is 7 AM and I went to bed at 2 AM. See a problem?" She plunked down in the chair and sighed.
Bruce couldn't help himself. "So you got 5 hours of sleep. What's wrong, still tired?"
Nyya shot him a look and Jason laughed.
"She refuses to sleep more than 3 hours a night, if at all." Jason laid a hand on her shoulder. "I figured I'd let you sleep in."
"You're sweet but dumb." Nyya sighed. "I don't need sleep."
"My god it's like there's two of them." Alfred muttered glancing from Bruce to Nyya. Bruce rolled his eyes.
"She's still growing. She does need sleep. I've trained myself to function on a few hours."
Nyya laughed. "I've been having night terrors since I was 5. Haven't gotten a full nights sleep since then. So that's what, 13 years? You could say I've 'trained' myself."
"I am curious to know how you deal with the night terrors alone. The attack I saw was violent and lengthy."
"Oh god I don't even remember having one." Nyya groaned. "I usually tied myself down or just didn't sleep. It caused some pretty bad bruises on my wrists and ankles but if anything it helped my tolerance for pain."
"Eat some food." Jason pushed a plate of toast towards her and she shook her head.
"No offense to Jenkins." She said jerking a thumb to Alfred. "But I don't eat anything I haven't cooked myself. I'm paranoid like that."
Alfred snorted and Bruce raised his eyebrows. Alfred shook his head and declined to comment.
"I need to shower." Nyya said and looked pointedly at Jason. He stood up, pushing away his uneaten food.
"This way." He gestured to the door and then followed her through. Their footsteps faded and as soon as they were out of earshot Alfred put down his plate and turned to face Bruce.
"What?" Bruce exclaimed.
"She doesn't remind you of anyone?" Alfred prodded.
"The Joker. I know."
Alfred snorted. "Master Bruce, she's the spitting image of you! Paranoid and stubborn and an insomniac with no barrier for pain on top of being obsessed with pushing her limits!"
Now it was Bruce's turn to laugh. "No way." He stood and Alfred shook his head sadly. "I'm going to do more research on her." He strode his way over to the grandfather clock that hid the entrance to the Batcave and made his way down into the familiar surroundings. He sat down at his computer and began cross checking her. She was born in Gotham and raised in Crime Ally. Bruce frowned. That explained a lot. Her mother wasn't in the file but her last name had been Quinzel. Where had he heard that before? It seems she changed her last name when she was 5 to Napier. She mentioned a Jack Napier when he was interrogating her. A search on him proved fruitless. He found a record of her stay in Arkham and her release after which she changed her name to Sullivan. He ignored the school records he already went through and turned off the computer. A few hours had passed and he decided to check on Jason. Walking upstairs he smelled something cooking and made his way to the kitchen expecting to find Alfred. He rounded the corner and stopped in his tracks. Nyya was dressed in a ridiculous female version of his batsuit bustling around the kitchen making cookies. She looked up to see him and smiled.
"Hey Bruce. I'm making cookies and you're in luck. The first batch just came out!"
He opened his mouth to protest and she crammed a cookie inside before turning around to slide another pan into the oven. Bruce tentatively chewed his cookie and was surprised by the flavor.
"Like it?"
He swallowed and frowned. "The cookie is fine but may I ask why you're wearing... That?" He finished unable to find another word to describe her outfit.
The shirt she wore was shirtsleeved and had a wide neckline so it fell over one shoulder and it reached halfway to her knees. She wore skintight black pants and her combat boots. To top off the outfit she had a utility bet draped casually around her waist that hung in a lopsided fashion with enough ammo to take over Africa and half of Europe.
"Jason gave me an old outfit of yours to wear and I altered it a bit. The pants and boots are mine of course. No offense but there is no way in hell your pants would fit me." She bit into a cookie and chewed, never breaking eye contact. "Then I was bored so I decided to work out but I'm still sore from the ass kicking you gave me so after an hour of pain I decided to call it quits early and make cookies."
Bruce stared. "You showered, made an outfit, exercised and made cookies while I was running a background check?"
"Yup. I assume it was on me?"
Bruce nodded.
"My Mom's name was Quinzel my Dad's was Napier he used to be a stand up comic until she got pregnant then he quit and fell into the wrong crowd. She had me and ran because he was getting abusive at the age of 5 she brought me back saying I was another mans he abused her and me until I was 12. He was arrested I flipped out and got sent to Arkham. Less than a year later I'm dumped on the streets where I clawed my way to Gotham Prep."
Bruce nodded. "Thank you for being honest. I appreciate this more than you trying to fool me."
She burst into hysterics and Bruce cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm- s-sorry it's not my f-fault." She gasped and managed to control her giggles. "You're whole 'distinguished' act is hilarious." Nyya lied. "You and I both know who you really are. Drop the playboy front."
"You don't want me to act like Him." Bruce threatened and before he could say another word Nyya and grabbed a knife and leapt towards him. He wrestled it out of her grip and pinned her to the floor.
"I mentioned I'd attack you randomly last night." She didn't struggle but Bruce pressed his knee into her chest and she winced through her smile.
"I have- broken ribs." She managed to squeeze out through clenched teeth.
"Does this hurt?" Bruce ground his knee harder.
"More than anything." She struggled a little now, both from lack of breath and discomfort.
"Then why are you smiling?" Bruce hissed and pulled her up, still clinging to her wrists. It was true that she was smiling, and she continued to do so even as she gasped from the pain of being jerked up sharply.
"Remember how I joked about being masochistic?" She panted. "That wasn't so much of a joke as an anecdote."
Bruce immediately dropped her hand and stepped back. He was silently furious at himself. Time and time again she got under his skin. He needed to stop hurting her. He needed to control himself.
"You enjoy pain?" He stared at the ground as she rubbed her wrists.
"Yes. Thought I should tell you seeing as your adopted son inherited your sadistic side."
Bruce's head shot up. "He hurts you?"
"Only when I ask him to. Sometimes he takes the initiative when he sees I want him to. It's nice that I don't have to spell everything out for him."
Bruce's head spun. Yes, Jason did take things farther than Dick had but being sadistic? He recalled when Jason interrogated a gang member for information. The look in his eyes that Bruce assumed was anger, could it have been... Pleasure? He shook his head and looked back at Nyya.
"Don't expect me to take part in your fantasies." He growled.
"Oh but you will." She smiled and he glared.
"What makes you so sure?"
"I know you Bruce. Better than anyone. You enjoy the feeling of dominance, of being in control because your whole life has been out of your hands. You couldn't control the death of your parents and now you want to make up for it by controlling everything. You're going to try and control me, and I'm going to let you. Jason is the same, he just accepts it. You'll be happier when you do."
She was met with stony silence and eventually she gave up and walked by him back into the kitchen. She may have imagined it but she thought she saw his hand twitch as she passed him. Was he trying to hit her or stop her? She smiled when she realized he was gone. How she enjoyed toying with the Waynes. Her mind wandered back to the previous night. Something Jason had muttered in his sleep puzzled her.
"Bruce. No. Not again." He had said but in a way that didn't make it sound like he was having a nightmare. She pondered this for a while and then gave up when her mind started to whirl. She didn't need a headache on top of everything else wrong with her. The constant pain was almost- almost- to much for her to handle. Even she had her limits. She frowned when his thought popped up. She wasn't allowed to have limits. A small cough brought her back to reality and she turned to see Alfred, stiff as ever, watching her.
"Sup, Jenkins."
"As amusing as that joke isn't, Master Jason requests your presence in the Batcave." Alfred gestured to the hidden doer and she started down the stairs before looking back at him.
"You're not coming?"
"Master Jason specifically said alone." His twisted face showed exactly how he felt about Jason's request. She shrugged and continued down the winding staircase. When she rounded the corner into the open cave it took a moment to adjust to the darkness as only the computer was turned on.
"Jason?" She called out and took a cautious step towards the bluish light emitting from the screen. She heard a noise and before she could turn something crashed into her, pining her to the wall.
"I thought I told you to call me Master." A rough voice whispered and lips brushed her ear. "I suppose you'll have to be punished."
A shiver ran through her body and she looked up to meet the blue eyes of her love.
"I'm sorry Master. Please forgive me." She muttered and a smile played across his face.
"Don't think you can sweet talk your way out of this one." His hands gripped her arms tighter and he pressed his boy up against her crushing her hurt ribs and causing her to moan. She closed her eyes in pleasure as he began to suck on her neck, leaving marks of his dominance. She felt the cold blade of his knife graze her skin as he cut off her shirt. It fell in tatters and her bra followed. Jason sucked on her nipples and then bit down in one drawing out a muffled whimper. He released her hands long enough to toss her to the ground and place himself on top of her. She began to tug at his shirt and he hastily tore it off. She wiggled out of her pants as he did he same, freeing his erection from the constraints of clothes. He hungrily attacked her neck and torso, covering them in more bite and suck marks. She clawed at his back and bit back moans. Finally he met her mouth with his and tasted blood from where she had bit her lips.
"Excited there, aren't you?" He panted and she nodded breathlessly.
"God just fuck me." Her hands wandered down to his cock but he responded by slapping her and pulling away.
"Don't you DARE tell me what to do." He growled and grabbed his discarded utility belt. He pulled out handcuffs and unceremoniously locked her hands to the desk. He then cuffed her ankles together and she squirmed in anticipation.
"Open." He directed and she parted her lips as he shoved a strip of leather between them. "Your punishment for disobedience is this. I'm going to fuck you, and you aren't allowed to cum or touch me until I say so." He grinned and traced her stomach. "This is going to be fun. For me at least."
She whimpered against the gag as Jason positioned himself. He spread her legs and thrust, burying his cock deep inside her. She moaned as his enormous cock entered her. He barely gave her time to adjust to his girth before he pounded away, her muffled moans mixing with his grunts and bouncing off the walls. As he grew closer to orgasm he placed one hand around her neck and the other on the floor to steady himself. He squeezed her neck so she could make no sound and leaned into whisper.
"You can cum now."
She needed no further cohering and orgasmed hard. Her pussy clenched and he came too, their juices mixing together as her silent scream tore through her body. When he was finished he stood and tossed the key onto her chest.
"You have about 10 minutes to free yourself before Bruce comes down here. I suggest you hurry." He dressed and left, leaving her tied in the dark.