A seemingly new player in Gotham is making bold moves to rise to power. Its main attraction is a new drug, said drug kills its victims within 24 hours.

Then there's the kidnappers that have been kidnapping people with no discrimination

When Batman investigations, all the leads he finds point to one place.

The Eclipse.

It's a well known old club, that's known for illegal activity. Hidden deep in The Narrows, Batman enlists The help of the Outlaws, asking Jason to go undercover in its main attraction, the fight club.

Through all this Jason's past can't just stay buried as old memories resurface.

It seems it's just another day for this Gothamite

Summary properly sucks...

THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN HEAVILY EDITED TO EXPLICIT CONTENT.

A man called Calvin comes to Jason for "A good time"

Lady is Jasons "owner"

This fiction contained dark themes, such as child trafficking and forced prostitution, and other dark themes.

I don't mind if you don't want to read the parts and I will give each character a warning

Due to the restrictions on FanFic, I won't be writing the whole sense and will censer them, however, I will give a quick non-explicit summer at the end of the chapters. If you want the whole version, It's on my AO3 Account, Reggie2Hood, under the same name All In The Past

Gotham, New Jersey March 13, 2006 Somewhere deep in The Narrows Then

He just feels so numb, he can't remember the last time he was happy, Jason had no energy left in his body as he lied there; her body warns against his cold one. He subconsciously pressed himself closer to the warmth.

"Adda boy," she brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her fingers clean. Jason was completely exhausted, his small chest rises and fell with each breath he took.

After a few minutes of silence Lady gently stroked the right side of his bony hip, each time her hand getting closer and closer to his crotch again.

"You know baby bird" she began and Jason started to become more anxious. "You know you're our special boy, and in being our special boy, you have to be perfect no matter what. And you belong to me" she started to scrape her sharp nails across his right hip and going diagonally to the center of his crotch.

Jason started to sit up but was pressed into her chest her arm still across his torso.

He couldn't help it, whether it was his cold body or the threat in her voice, his body started to tremble, he took a shaky breath and turned his head a bit to look at her from the corner of his eye.

Stunning deep brown eyes bored into him, her face passive. However, he knew she was angry, angry at him for being marked.

"And by being mine, you can't be anyone else's or let anyone else have you" she growled as she looked at the areas she new held bruises and bite marks that were now covered up with makeup.

She pressed harder, still dragging her hand at his side. He squirmed in her grasp feeling completely dread.

He's been good! He's done everything they asked even when he didn't want to! Now he's being punished for being taken, without Lady having anything to have done with it!

Without warming she pressed hard as she could (and it was pretty hard,) and she cut him with three of her sharp nails, they sliced his fragile skin all the way up to his hip bone.

Jason let out a scream as the tears he was holding back gathered in his eyes. He tried to move but was yet again held down, this time by his throat.

"This is your fault you know" she spoke into the 6-year-olds ear. "If you wasn't so goddam cute and adorable, people wouldn't want you. You. Belong. To me!" She hissed onto the crying child's ears.

She pressed tighter against his throat, Jason let off a gasp as he tried to get air in. He felt her dig her nails in his still bleeding hip bone. Lady held him tight for a little longer as blood freely dropped from Jason's side, fat tears fell from his blue eyes, he did his best to stop himself but the pain was too unbearable.

After a few moments of this, Lady pressed a kiss to his head, he flinched a bit and she shushed him and kissed his head again, this time he slight leaned into her touch

"Come on baby, let's get you clean up, Hum?"

Gotham, New Jersey June 29, 2019, Somewhere above The Narrows, in a flying Fortress Now

Jason came to with a slight gasp, he didn't jump awake it was more of a slow waking up from a very deep sleep. He didn't need to look down, the throbbing between his legs was confirmation enough. He could feel the Precum sticking to his boxers, he dragged his knees up and pressed his hot face onto his arms that he crossed over the top of his knees.

The sweat on his body cooled his face down a little, his body shook as he tried to calm himself down, Jason gritted his teeth and clenched his fists

I thought I was past this! He thought.

He let out a shuddered breath and squeezed his eyes closed, he hates how his body automatically reacts to these dreams, it feels like a betrayal. He knows the reaction is natural but that still doesn't change the fact that he feels disgusting.

He has no clue why he dreamt of that particular memory... he hasn't really had those particular dreams (nightmares) since He was a teen.

A shudder went through Him when he remembered one particularly bad time while living at the manor, it was just after he had been hit with a new strain of fear toxin, he had gone to sleep and the next thing he'd known was Bruce shaking him awake, concern in his eyes. His face went red with shame and embarrassment when he noticed that his pants were wet with cum and he still had an erection that started to leak precum again.

He didn't look Bruce in the eye as he shot off to the bathroom locking himself in.

Thankfully Bruce didn't follow, properly to disgusted his 12-year-old thought at the time.

He had quite a few black spots in his memory, with the trauma and his head being caved in, but he still does remember somewhat that he ended up getting into a bath that makes his skin pink, he bled a little as he scrubbed his body clean.

Fat tears fell from his eyes and curled into himself. He had no idea how long he was there for when he heard Bruce softly knock on the door when Jason refused to let him in Bruce just sat there outside the door talking about nothing in particular.

Jason didn't know he needed that until he realized he wasn't shaking anymore and his breathing had gone even.

After that Bruce quietly sat him down and gently questioned him. Jason gave him what he wanted as best as he could, but he found it hard to really remember what exactly had gone on in his life before Bruce met him.

Bruce called it surpassed memories, Jason calls it torture, especially when he randomly gets these sudden dreams and flashes of memories and not knowing if their true or just his fucked up brain tormenting him.

Now though he just wants to blame it on all the brain-damaged he's had.

But that's properly wishful thinking.

Jason slowly got out of the bed, when his body finally calmed down and walked to the bathroom.

He scrubbed his body till he got little patch's on his body from the places he scrubbed a bit hard and that had bled.

Stepping out the shower Jason stood naked in front of a long mirror, his physically fit, and well build body was littered with different stories. The bite mark on his left shoulder from when Misha bit him, the meany bullet and knife wounds. The cig burns on his right four-arm

The 'Y' shaped scar covering his torso and stopping above his crotch...

His eyes traveled to the three long thin silver lines on his right pectoral, then to the thin lines covering both his wrists.

His eyes never once when to the small burnt patch of skin on the left side of his hip, there were black marks underneath it, areas that had been missed. Or to the 3 long silver scars tracking from his right hip and going diagonally to the center of his crotch. Or even the silver line that now marks the left side of his neck, a little parting gift from dear old dad.

Even if he was in an episode of his pit madness, it still doesn't change the fact that he aimed for the neck...

Jason traced his index finger on the carved J on his left cheek and the slightly curved scar doing through it, starting just under his temple and stopping mid-cheek, then he traces the scar that starts just under his left eyebrow and goes on the bridge of his nose and stoops next to his right nostril.

Few of the scars courtesy of the Joker...

Hell, that's just on the front of his torso and arms.

Even his hair and eyes have scars, so to speak. The white parts from The Lazarus pit as well as the toxic green, then there's the golden-yellow specks in his tainted eyes.

"So much for being perfect" Jason mumbled.

He just wanted to move on from that dream and the best (worse) way to do that is to go headfirst into patrol and casework.

-Batfamily motto-

Jason forced his mind to block out the memories and dreams, scarily that's something easily he can do... again he blames it on the trauma and brain damage.

Jason moved his tense body and got dressed in some loose sweats and a t-shirt and his favorite red pullover hoodie.

He let his gaze travel to the bed, there and then he decided to have a little bone fire. He needed to get rid of some blood-stained clothes anyway.

He ripped the bed clean of its sheets and shoved them into the bag with the blooded cloths and tied it up. He didn't feel like putting clean sheets on yet so he left it bare. Jason glanced at the clock and it read 4:30 am. He groaned and knew he wouldn't get back to sleep anytime soon.

He headed towards the kitchen, he decided to go to the workshop and work on some more designs. However, he stopped near the door when he saw a familiar silhouette sat at the table.

"Artemis" he rasped.

The redhead looked up and mesmerizing green orbs looked at him. Just looking at her helped make the negative feelings disappear a bit.

He somewhat forced a smile on his face as he stepped into the kitchen, however, a frown appeared on her face as she leaned back into the air with her steaming mug in hand.

"Jason" her silky voice spoke

Jason halted when the frown on her face deepened

"What's wrong?"

"you look pale" she announced.

Jason felt whatever's colour was in his face disappeared and he forced himself to move. He headed straight to the kettle

"Nothings wrong" he snapped

There was silence for a while as he felt her eyed on his back as he busied himself with the coffee.