TW: Rape

They tried everything they had but it wasn't enough - nothing is enough to break him because Dick won't give up his family, won't tell them who they are or how to hurt them. They burn and cut him, beat him almost every day. They won't let him eat, won't let him eat and for a while that feels so long he loses track of time when they won't even let him sense anything - Dick can't smell or hear or see, he can only feel what they're doing to him for days and days on end. He can feel the lye on his skin, can feel the cold, soothing feeling of healing - the meta must constantly be in the room because his wounds stop bleeding almost as soon as they appear and he can swear he feels all the skin grow back on his face and Dick's like untouched again and they can go on forever. Dick wonders if he's even still alive or if this is hell, if he's died and this is eternal damnation which he will never escape from.

His father never taught him much Roma when he was still alive, but the little things he said, the little sayings and proverbs and terms of affection are on constant repeat in his mind again and again there to remind him what family is and the importance of keeping family secrets. Never to let the strangers enter never let them understand or know just keep them out get them out get them out of there. He only speaks in carny slang and no one understands a word he's screaming before he can't even scream at all.

Then suddenly all of it just stops and somehow it is even worse than the pain. He hates when they're not doing anything because he can't tell what they're planning, his minid is just a mess of indistinguishable screams - he hears their movements but he can't see for all the blood in his eyes but the light is still bright and yellow and Dick just wants to know why no one is talking, no one is saying anything and he wonders if this is what dying feels like. Dick wonders if they're going to kill him now, if maybe they grew tired of him and as much as he fears the end and never getting to see his friends again, never washing the R-cycle on a warm summer day or playing basketball with Bruce or practicing his quadruple flip - the last living person on Earth who can perform it anymore because - never again go camping with his friends and watch M'gann set fire to ice cream for crying out loud never having Superman pick him up and fly around Gotham to view her majestic, broken beauty as it was meant to be seen he is - proud, happy that he made it all the way through and that they will never know. They will never hurt anyone he loves because Dick stayed strong, Dick did everything he was trained to do and he made it, he's proud of himself, they didn't break him and no one can ever take that away from him and -

''You have such wonderful, blue eyes'' he says as he wipes the blood off the boy ''Such a pretty, young face''

The touch on his skin burns and burns even though it's just a hand, a gloved hand and Dick tries to thrash but he is exhausted he can't move can't even scream he -

''What a shame to let it go to waste, hm?''

Nonono this isn't happening - he never expected thi- no, nononononnonononoNO NO NO THIS ISN'T -

The hands are everywhere and he can't feel anything but the leather against his chest, his skin and there are fingers and they're touching him they're touching him and it hurts even worse than anything, but it hurts more than his body, it hurts his soul, it hurts his mind and heart and he can't let them do this, he doesn't believe he could make it back from something like this, he has to stop them but why can't he move, why can't he scream why can't he -

''N-no!'' his voice breaks and tears on every syllable but he forces the words out through a mouth so dry it feels close to splitting ''No! No! NO, GET AWAY FROM ME!''

This was his first time it can't be like this it has to be a bad dream like the ones he has whenever their names come up or the anniversary except so much more horrible it has to be it can't be real no nono this wasn't how it was supposed to happen -

The filth is in his skin and in his marrow, under his tissue in his bones it's eating him alive and Dick has never felt so dirty he just wants to vomit and scream and kill them he wants to break their skulls and get them away get them away from him he's just a child why can't they just let him go home Richard can't take it anymore he - can't find his happy place can't find any place other than the here and the now and he feels everything and he smells it, he hears the sounds he feels him inside where he should never ever be he's not allowed to be there why would he do this why whywhywhy oh godohgod why?

''My pretty little Robin... It would be so'' he grunts and he moans and he makes those disgusting little sounds, the bastard is enjoying this he's enjoying this humiliation and abuse he loves it, the bastard loves tearing him apart ''Selfish... of me to... keep you to myself.''

The man touches his cheek and he flinches but can't get far enough away from the man can't get away -

''I know some who would love to share you, my little bird... We could make it a family funtime, no?''

No. Nonononononono no. They can't he won't let them they can't why won't they get off him get it off get it off get them off - Like a burn victim he just wants to die from the pain but he can't give up can't give in he has to stay strong he wants the pain to end but it never ends it will never end it will never end.