A/N: This work contains mature themes as well as some other darker themes. I will warn at the beginning of each chapter if there is anything that might upset people

This chapter contains mature themes

His arms have long since gone numb.

Jason was lying naked on a kings sized bed, his arms have been tightly pulled back and tied up to his biceps. Small trimmers wrecked his battered body, both his legs were slightly pulled up to try and cover himself the best he could.

He was freezing, the room's temperature had been turned down, and anything he could use to possibly keep him warm was removed.

He could slightly see his breath come from between his chapped and blooded lips.

Greasy black hair fell into his teal colour, dazed eyes. He can't even remember when he had a proper wash.

God Alfred would be disappointed.

No, thinking about Alfrid is painful.

Hell, everything is painful.

Jason heard a squeak, he dragged his gaze towards the door and braced himself. Two of Roman's guards came in, a bald one smoking and a guy with brown hair, who was buffer then Bruce, walked in casually talking.

"Well look at that" baldy puffed smoke out as be walked behind Jason.

"Looks like little red riding hood is awake," the brown head said deeply.

"Boss is such a great guy" the bald on puffed smoke into Jason's bruised face. Jason grimaced and pushed his head further into the bed, however, the bald one gripped his hair tightly and tugged his head back, exposing his neck.

Jason wasn't really sure what to expect anymore, but it didn't come to a surprise when a burning sensation was felt at the base of his neck just above his collar bone. He gritted his teeth and sucked in a sharp breath when baldy decided to grind the cig further in.

"Since we've done some good work boss said we could have a reward. Girls are fun and all, but boy." He whistled as he raked his eyes over Jason's physicality fit, scarred body. Jason pressed down a shudder. "You're definitely handsome. And it's just much better that you're the Red hood."

His hand was still In Jason's hair and he mustered a deep growl. "Get fucked ugly"

Pain shot across his face and the taste of copper filled his mouth. Suddenly he was pulled onto his back his arms still painfully behind him. The brown-haired man was now in front of him, gripping his thighs bruising. Jason tried to pull away. But truth be told... he was tired.

Tired of hurting

Tired of being used

Tired of being Betray

Tired of being Lonely

And just tired of...living

Living is the hardest thing to do. And he didn't know how much longer be could hold. Everything hurt ever since he came back. The looks everyone would send him like he was some caged beast ready to snap them in two. He doesn't miss the was Tim slightly Flinches if he moves too quickly near him or the way he tries and keeps his distance.

Nor the way Bruce constantly looks at him, like he's some imposter that's taken over, missing the Jason he was before the crowbar.

Maybe...maybe this is punishment.

Punishment for being alive.

Punishment for crawling out of his coffin.

Jason didn't know. Hell, there's a lot he doesn't know, he has no clue to how long he's been here, or even if Batmans coming for him.

Then again would he really come looking for the red bat of the 'family'

Jason's breath hitched Involuntary as figures entered him, his legs were pulled further apart and he was pulled slightly Into the man's lap.

Jason could feel the hard dick resting against his thigh, he tried to distance himself, sometimes it helped, others times... not so much.

Two figures had entered him, moving in and out slowly, a hand was slowly moving up and down his toned torso, thumb brushing over his nipples then it was making it's way down to pull at his limp dick.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. He could do this, he could get through he got out of here he was going to skin every fucker alive.

"Boss said we can't be too long Pritz, better make it quick." The bald one spoke as he pulled his pants off.

"Yeah, I heard." Suddenly his cock was pressed against his hole.

Panic rose in his chest, he tried to pull his legs but was where keeping his down. They can't be serious, he isn't ready! It wasn't too long ago that Roman had taken him when he wasn't ready.

Fuck!

He was still covered in the blood and cum.

"N-no sto- ah!" Jason muffled the rest of the cry by biting his already damaged lips.

"Fuck, he's tight" Pritz gasped and he started to pull and push into him.

Baldy grabbed Jason by the hair and forced his mouth open. Jason's mouth was suddenly filled with warm cock.

He couldn't breathe, baldy held his head there, Jason trashed but hands held his hips tight and the hand tugged on his head painfully, he could feel strands coming out.

"Take it like the whore you are and it'll be quick"

Jason tried to calm himself, he really did.

But he couldn't breath

Dirt under his broken and bloody nails, bugs crawling over his skin and the sha-

Pain shot across his face and he started to slowly come back. Blurry eyes looked up and then there was another fist hitting him. Then before he could do anything, the pounding started to get more brutal and he could feel himself tear and he could feel the wetness between his legs.

"Fuckin piece of shit" baldy growled and shoved his cock back in his throat.

He could feel Pritz hit his prostate and he bit back a moan. A hand came around his semi-hard cock, and they started to tug.

"You like this don't you hoodie" baldy sounded breathless. He gave a few hards strokes and Jason was shamefully hard.

Jason squeezed his eyes closed as he was violated.

He lied there sweaty, cum plastered over his face, over his stomach and cum mixing with the blood that was leaking out of him. The two guards hadn't lasted long. They get their rocks off and left.

A cock warmer, that's all he was.

He was cold.

Everything hurt.

Jason didn't stop the tears from falling from his bruised eyes.

He just wants to go home.

He just wants his dad.