Chapter 12 Robin s POV
"STOP IT. BRUCE. BRUCE PLEASE S-STOP!" I begged. My reply was a punch to the face. I spat up blood and tried to crawl away from him. I managed to make it to the bathroom, locking the door.
"Timothy. Timothy. Come out of there right now. GOD DAMN IT! LISTEN TO ME." I heard banging on the door.
"No Bruce. Y-you need to go to bed. You're drunk and not thinking. Please, just leave me alone." I said. The door came crashing down with a thud. There he was. Swaying back and forth with a bottle in his hand, holding the door frame for support.
"I was going to be nice to you, but you just wouldn't listen." he staggered toward me.
"N-no. Bruce leave." he threw the bottle at me, the alcohol burning the cuts the glass had made. Bruce grabbed the collar of my shirt. "I SAID ST-" he muted me with a hard kiss on the lips. I tried to push him back, but he was too strong.
The man pushed me up to the wall, pinning my hands as he molested my mouth with his tongue. He ripped my shirt off and started assault my neck.
"Please, Bruce." I said through tears. "P-please stop." he didn't. Bruce took off my pants and boxers, leaving me pressed up against the wall naked. "DON'T TOUCH M- AHH." he started to pump my member while biting my neck.
He also took his pants off. Bruce lifted my legs up and my hole rested on the tip of his cock.
"Bruce, you need to stop. I'm begging you. Do- AHHH. BRUCE STOP THAT HURTS. STOP!" I screamed.
"BRUCE STOP!" I screamed, sitting up. I was sweating, looking around the room. I remembered where I was. "It was just a dream." I put my head in my hands. I also remember what happened last night, but there was no one in the bed with me and I was fully clothed. "That must have been a dream too. What the hell is wrong with me?" I rubbed my neck and felt something that was leathery.
I got out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I saw a thick, black, leather collar around my neck. "Oh my God. I had sex last night."
"Why yes we did, Timmy. And I prefer Joker or Jack, not 'God.'' I heard a voice behind me say. I jumped and saw him standing there.
"W-what are you doing here?" I asked.
"Well first this is MY bedroom and second, I heard you screaming." he said, playing with a switch blade.
"Oh. T-that was nothing. Just a bad dream." we stood there in awkward silence. "So I'm going to take a shower now." I finally said.
He smacked his lips, "Of course, of course. Go ahead. I'll just... uhhhh be waiting out here." he left the bathroom and I locked the door. I got undressed and took my shower. Then I realized that I didn't bring any clothes in to change into.
"Well fuck." I thought. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out. Jack was sitting on the bed. His face flushed when he saw me.
"There are some clothes in the dresser." he said. I nodded. I looked in the dresser he was talking about, and the only clothes in there was a pair of tight leather pants and a equally tight shirt. I glared at Jack. He just smiled at me. "It's either that, the towel, or nothing. Your choice."
I had to wear the pants without boxers, which was really uncomfortable, and the shirt only covered half my torso. I felt Jack wrap his arms around my waist.
"You look great. It makes the collar stand out. Anyway... We've got places to go and so much to do. Let's go." he said.
I turned to him and lightly kissed his cheek. I let Jack drag me off to where ever we were going.