Kikkie: So, I have been thinking...I want to go back to my old writing. Which is basically violence and sex! Which world that I believe has all this and more? DC Comics! Who better to portray this character of my main story. Jason! With an OC because most of the girls (love interest mostly) in the DC world annoy the living F**K out of me. This is my DC story with many elements from mostly the comic because let's be honest, no one is going to animate HALF the nasty shit in the Batman universe. The killing Joke was just one of the messed up parts in that world and I am positive they downplayed that comic.

This story will contain Comedy, sex, blood, violence, humiliation, dirty jokes, PTSD, dark moments, racial problems, and other tags I am thinking of.

If any of these tags are triggering to you, please do not read this story I do not want anyone to feel bad reading my story.

With that being said, enjoy!

"Please, for the love of God, tell me that's not a dead person hanging over our heads. That's just a fucked up Halloween decoration that Damian made with the super boy." The eldest Bat-son growled as the second oldest that was looking to the side. The young man shrugs his shoulder before placing his silver pistol to the side.

"To be fair, you left me alone with a man who is known for kidnapping kids and skinning them." The younger sibling says. "In my defense...he had it coming."

"We were supposed to take him in TOGETHER! How am I going to explain this mini-Attack on Titan fleshed out body!?" His older brother growled at him before pointing to the now practically red-fleshed human hanging from his leg above them. His veins were still twitching, spitting out a small glimpse of green liquids before it turned red to hit the ground. The younger brother didn't seem bothered by his work, in fact, he thought it has performed a miracle.

"The fuck you think Bruce is going to say to this!? He just going to applaud your fucking work, Jason!?" The older brother growled before taking off his mask in frustration, revealing his bright blue eyes (something they would never do but stick with the story.). "This right here is why I didn't want to work with you."

"Oh, so sorry! Mister perfect!" Jason growled back as he walks around the room. "I am sorry I think fuckers that touch little boys and girls deserve to have their dicks cut off! But oh no! The great and favorite son Dick thinks they deserve a pat on the hand. Sorry, I don't play by those rules."

"I am not opposed to breaking a finger, nor do I have a problem with throwing him into a building of sadistic guards. But skinning a person who is still alive, I have a problem with that." Richard growls through his teeth before looking over to the hanging male the miraculously is still breathing. Jason scratches the side of his neck before looking down. Soon he heard a loud thumb sound then a scream, cocking his head up, he saw that Richard cut the wire holding the man down. Jason couldn't help but laugh when he saw the man falaying to get to his feet. The only place that Jason didn't peel off his skin. The man's eyes were mostly closed shut due to the dry blood around his face, so luckily Richard had nothing to worry about.

"Send a report to Bat's, I am taking this guy to the hospital," Richard informs the younger male as he drags the injured man out of the building. Jason shakes his head in discussion before reaching down into his back pocket to pull out his communicator. Dialing Oracles ID into his communicator, he notices a person in the reflection of the screen. Looking over his shoulder, all that he saw was a clear wall. No shadow or anything, nor did he scene anyone being in the room. Assuming it was his own imagination, he presses the green button to call his red-haired friend.

"Jason?" Oracle asked over the other line.

"Yea, Richard is taking the sick fuck to the hospital now," Jason informs Oracle. "Tells the cops to send a unit over there to watch him."

"Why is he going to the hospital?" The female asked, Jason could hear her fingers tapping away at the computer screen in front of her.

"Long story short, I saw a..." His voice begins to build up saliva a bit before he swallowed it back down. "I saw what he did to the kids once he's done with them. The man skins them alive and packages their flesh as if it was a meat order. Has a computer with a list of buyers interested in human meat. So...I did what he did to those kids."

"Jesus, and Richard let you do it?" Oracle asked surprised.

"Well, he was busy beating the shit out of his lackeys out." Jason chuckled, but his smile soon turned into a frown as his mind remembers the small corpses he saw. "I can't believe people would protect monsters like that."

"Fear is the ultimate power of control. Also, you should really stop doing that to Richard. What if he got hurt?" Oracle said.

"Oh calm down, guys a circus freak. The most damage he got last year was a sprang ankle after getting hit by a cement truck." Jason says. "The worst thing to happen to him now is a pulled muscle. Besides, I wouldn't be here if someone didn't forget the cake."

"I am in a wheelchair! You know how hard it is to get around. Especially in a city that is under constant attack. Anyway, treat him nice so that he is confused when we surprise him!"

"Eh! Don't worry. I like Dick." Jason said before quickly responding. "That came out wrong."

"No joke! Oh, hold on, Bruce is calling me! One second." Barbra tells the violent male on the other line of the phone.

"Take your time." Jason chuckled before turning around to leave the area. Only to stop when he felt a small sting on the side of his arm. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a small sliver of dark sinking into his skin.

"The fuck?" He growled before reaching for his gun, only for a couple more darts to fly over onto him. One hitting his thigh while most started his chest. He drops the communicator to the ground as his head turns hastily around the room yet again to find the culprit, only seeing a clear room.

"Fuck..." He gasps as he falls to his knees. A thin line of black seeps from the side of his mouth as he reaches for the communicator he dropped. But his body refused to listen to him. His bones felt tight as if they had become that of stone. His vision soon begins to fade in and out as Oracle's voice begins to fade into the back of his head.

A black circle forms in the room. A circle that cast a pink shadow that soon reveals a dark skin female, whose eyes were that of bright neon bubblegum pink. Her heels click against the wooden floor as she walks over to Jason. Reaching for his face, she stops her movement when she heard a sigh-like air escape his lips, confirming that he was alive.

"Oh thank god, I thought I killed you."

She muttered before removing the darts from his body, starting around the arms and chest before moving downwards. She had to remove his mask and jacket in the process in order to see if he was okay. So far, only a few purple marks are on his body, but nothing serious.

"Huh, sad. You're actually cute. Who would have thought."

She then proceeds to drag him through the portal she had originally come from. Oracles voice was shouting the entring the time as the unknown female drags Jason's body into another building. She then walks back into the building to smash the back of her heel onto the communicator before entering the portal. The portal would then disappear into air, leaving but pink dust that soon faded in the unknown wind.

Kikkie: Next chapter should be here soon.