Hey, guys. Welcome to another chapter of Random Moments From The Tower. This particular arc is a crossover between Teen Titans and the DC Universe. This arc is about Robin's (Dick Grayson) being blackmailed by Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Cassandra Cain over something from his past. In order to fulfill that debt, he had two options: pay the bribe or sell his body. Warning: this drama contains content that features a combination of yaoi, rape, and reverse rape. Discretion is strongly advised.
The sound of thunder was brewing from the skies above. A bellowing gust of wind forecasted rain at any moment. He was at the light where he managed to pull out a cigarette. The unfiltered tobacco was lit, flickering like a Christmas light. Its' owner was silent, keeping his hand on the steering wheel, awaiting the light to change. He gripped tightly, careful not to tear through his cigarette. Honestly, the Boy Wonder wasn't an avid smoker. Preferably smoking on occasions at galas, masquerades balls, and where it was highly appropriate. In other words, places where someone is watching. He never liked smoking alone. The sound it makes as it tears away, the smoke entering the lungs and making its mark. It gave him too much time to think, which he didn't like.
The light changed. His legs were stiff as he pressed the pedal as he proceeded to the highway. He was careful not to exceed the speed limit. It didn't matter that the mayor has given him immunity for he was responsible for saving many lives in the city that never sleeps. It wasn't necessary to not on step on any more toes. With the Deputy Commissioner so far into his rectal cavity that he could clean and tie his shoes with his tongue. But Deputy Gordon was the least of his worries at this point.
He scratched his forehead, careful not to disturb his recent haircut from the barber shop. He wasn't as much of a groomer, but the person who is expecting him wants to have a great impression of him. That person in question doesn't take second chances in first impressions. The speedometer was at seventy miles per hour, a decent pace for the Boy Wonder as he was minutes away from his destination.
He was grateful that he informed Alford earlier this morning on having his tuxedo ready. This unexpectant meeting wasn't on Alford's schedule, but he was very reasonable to accommodate. After his daily workout at the gym, he was met with the tuxedo fresh from the cleaners. This top of the line tuxedo was only worn on special occasions. When he had important meetings or dates.
Tonight was one of those nights.
He drove in the silence, opting not to listen to any music. Jazz would have been his drug of choice, serenading in the haunting, but elegant sounds of Miles Davis or Coltrane, but not tonight. No melodies of bebop were going to influence this gentleman to where he was going. His speed exceeded to seventy-five. He took sharp breaths, licking his bottom lip. A habit he picked up he was under stress.
He got a notification from his cell phone. The eighth one in the last forty minutes. The missing text messages and phone notifications were from his partner in crime-fighting, his surrogate father, Bruce. Bruce Wayne has been the provider of his estate over the past several years. Bruce treated him like a father does to his son. Memories of his past yesteryears come in dreams, often screaming in terror from the early days of his bit in the juvenile system. The abuse that was inflicted upon him hardening the parentless child, but it was the caring hands of Bruce that reminded him that gentle people do exist.
It was evident to Bruce that something was peculiar for Robin, or Dick, when he wasn't in uniform, wouldn't answer his calls. For now, he hoped that Bruce would think that Robin was getting busy with important meeting or spending time with a woman or a man.
Bruce paid it no mind when the Boy Wonder revealed his bisexuality to him. Bruce was apparent of his femininity and how it attracted men and women alike. He knew how revealing his past uniforms and his conscious effort of attracting anyone in his circle. The Boy Wonder even questioned his relationship with his surrogate father. As much as he mustered the resistance, he kept his relationship as that and that alone.
The other calls were coming from Starfire. Starfire, or Kory, when she wasn't in uniform shared a complicated relationship. They were more than friends, but less than lovers. It didn't matter about his sexuality for she, too, was a part of the spectrum. Matter of factly, the two superheroes met at a club where they brought a guest of the same sex. They met at the bar. Robin ordered a drink for his date. Starfire did the same. When they met, it was shyness, but apparent instant chemistry. The two exchanged glances. Looking at each other at a moment's notice. It was Starfire that made the first move. She slipped a piece of paper into his back pocket. It was the address of the hotel room she was staying that night. After dropping off his date, he went to the hotel where she was staying. Their night was filled with passionate sex. Robin never remembered feeling ravished by such a Tamarian creature before. It should have be a one-night stand, but there were many more. It was two years since then and they have yet to define their relationship.
He ignored the call from the very people who valued him. In return, he valued him. He scoffed in the silence. They were a touchpad away, but there was nothing they could have done to help him. He felt he was beyond help.
He turned off his cell phone and put it in the glove compartment. He saw flashes of light coming from the skies above. Even God is taking sight of what is going to occur in this particular juncture. If there is a God, that is. The city limits were beyond him for the lights were getting dimmer and dimmer. He drove for another ten minutes until he arrived to his destination.
His instructions were written on an important document. Disguised as immediate mail, Alford urgently gave it to the Boy Wonder. When recognizing the handwriting, his signature. He never dropped the letter. Alford raised his concern, but Robin wrote it off as if he was developing an illness.
What he didn't tell Alford was that important document came with a picture.
Something he neither wanted Alford, Kory, and especially Bruce to see.
He arrived at the entrance of the abandoned factory. In the instructions, it was written that the key was to be found in a false brick beside the sign of the former factory. He stepped out of the car. He lit another cigarette. He took a puff as he walked to find the sign.
Haywood Cement Works
A rusted sign, including the faded letters of the word condemned made Robin dropped to his knees. A strong surge of emotions filled the swimming pool of his brain on the events that put him in this position.
He touched the rusted sign. Delicate to the touch, he ran his fingers on the brick until he find the false brick. A moment later, he found it. He pulled the brick, dropping to the ground and retrieved the key. He walked to the foot of the gate where the lock was found. He put the key inside of the lock and twisted it. Immediately, the chains were broken. He put the key into his pocket. It was another instruction of his benefactor.
He returned to his car, driving further into the driveway. The driveway stretched a few hundred yards. He passed the entrance and drove to the loading dock. Heaven's floodgates released the rain onto the Earth. He heard it pelting to his windshield. He was fortunate that he was under the car dock or else he would have got soaked. He locked the door and walked a few paces into the loading dock. He shivered as the gust of wind was hallowing through the area. He was fortunate to wear his overcoat. A precautious Alfred was available for any event. Robin is eternally grateful to his longtime butler and friend.
He ushered himself inside of the doors. His benefactor informed him in the message. He continued along a gloomy corridor before taking the side door toward the stairs. The low rumbling of the extractor fan informed him that his benefactor was here. His body groaned, feeling the urge to return back to his car and returned to Gotham.
The picture.
Stopped in his tracks, Robin retched, but forcefully swallowed his contents. He was wearing his finest tuxedo and couldn't imagine damaging it. Sentimentally, it was the suit that Starfire coerced him to try on when they had their first date.
Kory
He swallowed the word, afraid that voicing her name might inform the others he could be thinking about her or make her suspicions of checking on him. The night before, he told her that he was under covert investigation and shouldn't be disturbed. He informed her that he will call her in a few days. Obviously against his advice, she continued calling. Kory wasn't dumb. She wasn't a novice. She may be a superhero, but she was still a woman.
He pushed open the door to the upper room. The hinges groaned. His eyes and his nose registered the strong scent of WD-40. He could feel the tension that was accompanying his worries. At any moment, his benefactor would arrive.
At any moment, the Boy Wonder would have to pay his debt.
A flickering light glared from the ceiling. The room contained an examination table. It had a sink and a faucet. Because of the lack of lighting, there were other indistinguishable figures, but he was too cowardice to investigate.
Sat in the corner of the room was a lone chair. It was a folding chair. He finished his cigarette and dropped it to the floor. He rubbed it out with sole of his shoe and walked to the chair. In the instruction, the benefactor told him of the lone seat there.
His footsteps filled the awkward silence. He kept his hands in his pocket, another habit of his when nervous. He made his way to the seat and waited on his further instruction. According to the benefactor, more information would be bestowed on his behalf. Until then, Robin must wait.
The extractor fan rumbled a little louder as the silence further enveloped him, leaving him alone in his thoughts. He reached for his cigarettes, but was empty, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
Please, let go of me. Don't do this to me.
"I didn't have any idea of what I was doing."
Stop it! Stop it, please! Please don't do it.
Shut up, bitch! I know you want this. You pancing in that skirt. You were practically begging for it.
"Alcohol overtook me. I was frustrated, I was upset. She happened to be there."
There you go, baby. Take it all of the way. Don't use your teeth, or else, I will break them.
"I am sorry. I am sorry."
Don't do this, Dick! This isn't like you! This isn't like you at all!
Swallow my sperm, you whore! Taste it! Taste it! Taste it!
"Forgive me, please. I don't know what came over me. Please, forgive me!"
The Boy Wonder pressed his hands together. His hair was damped from the nervousness of his ill thoughts. Tears escaped from his eye ducts. Blood dripped from his nose. He was consumed with grief of the events that happened that night that he didn't noticed another set of footsteps within the vicinity.
"You are quite a charmer. I tell you that, Boy Wonder."
Abruptly, Robin looked up. He recognized that voice. He let out a loud sigh. The tension was weighing heavy for his benefactor had arrived. His benefactor stood at a height of six feet. His stance displayed business. He was a muscular individual, a man who believed in fitness. His mask hid in front of his blue eyes. His red and black hair glistened into the flickering light. He reached for a cigarette and lit it. He discarded the match in front of Robin. Robin looked to the floor of the fading match.
He knew exactly how he felt.
"Lost in translation of thoughts, Boy Wonder." The benefactor, or better yet, Jason Todd asked while staring at the former comrade and adoptive brother of the Wayne clan. Jason kept his smug appearance, appealed by seeing the layers of his torn down brother. Jason turned to put his coat on the examination table. He got himself comfortable and walked to the skin. He went into the cabinet and reached for a bottle of Wild Turkey. The former Robin, now Red Hood, enjoyed the taste of liquor. Since the days of working with his adoptive father and former partner in crime, Batman, he learned the taste of liquid courage. He, too, like Robin, sought excitement in his fun-filled adventures of fighting crime and putting bad guys in prison.
The more he protected and served, the more fragile and agitated he became. Since then, he questioned the morale of his purpose. The more he fought, the worse things became. No longer he wanted to remain subservient to being a hero, he abandoned his title and went solo.
Since then, he broke from the Wayne clan and became foes with them.
However, there is a special reason why Jason Todd wanted Dick to be here. There was unfinished business between the two.
"Do you care for a drink." Jason put two glasses on the counter. He put ice and poured the Wild Turkey in the glass. "This can manage your stress and your thoughts." He paused. "Or unless you are prone to do that act of yours again."
"Fuck you," Robin barked loudly.
Unfazed of his response, Jason removed his suit jacket and put it on the table. He retrieved the glasses and walked toward Robin's direction. He hummed a tune with perkiness.
"Take your drink," said Jason. Robin extended his hand and took the drink. Jason swayed his glass in an empty toast and drank it whole. He let out a strong sigh. "The water of life. Right, old friend?" Jason chuckled. He returned to the counter to pour himself another drink. He cracked his knuckles. He was keeping a calm demeanor throughout Robin's duress. He didn't care.
Jason sat on the examination table, taking another drink of the liquid courage before settling down to business. "It wasn't hard to find the place, wasn't it?"
It was returned with silence. Robin didn't flinch. He was still in the position of his hand in the air, holding his drink.
"Playing coy, the silent type," said Jason nonchalantly. "No matter. You don't have to talk, but you are aware of the situation you have placed yourself into." He crossed his legs. "According to my instructions, you are assigned here because you are under a huge debt, Boy Wonder. A debt that will bring detriment to you as a person and as a superhero. Shall I remind you of your presence?"
"No." Robin mustered to say. "You don't."
"Good," he smirked. "Now drink."
Robin put his lips around the glass. He took a few swallows of the drink before putting down on the ground. He never liked the taste of brown liquor and Jason knew that. But that was what Jason wanted. He didn't want the Boy Wonder to be comfortable. He wanted this moment as excruciatingly painful as possible.
"Where is Tim Drake," questioned Robin.
"He should be here later. He is taking care of some affairs for me," answered Jason as he took another drink.
"What about Cassandra?"
Jason paused mid-drink. "She under that list of affairs for Tim Drake." He took another sip. "I am surprised of the gull of you of releasing her name under those tender lips of yours, Boy Wonder. What is the matter? Your dick can't be satisfied with anyone these days?"
"Fuck you, Jason," barked Robin. "I didn't know what the hell I was doing! You know I wouldn't put Cassandra in harm's way none whatsoever."
"But that is the thing, my bird friend. You did put her in harm's way, your way. You took advantage of her. Soiling her and using her like she was some common whore." He scoffed. "And our own sister for Christ's sake." He tsked. "You just can't control yourself, can you?"
Robin gripped his hands tightly around the glass. Jason can hear the sound of the glass cracking. "If you break any of my precious glass, I will break you. And that is more on your debt." He smirked as Robin put down his glass. "Thank you." He stood up and made his way to Robin's direction. Each step, he watched the smugness of Robin. He had never felt that much pleasure since departing from the family. "If you remember our instruction, bird brain, there is another part we have yet to do."
Robin looked to Jason with such a confused look. He frowned and averted his eyes until he felt the grips of Jason's hand holding his chin. Jason had that Cheshire Cat smile on his face. "Allow me." He leaned over and reached into Robin's overcoat pocket. He brushed his chin against Robin's face, making him squirm. He got the paper and unfolded it. "Let me read what it has displayed."
Robin, it has come to my attention that you have forced yourself upon another member of your clan. It is to my misfortune to know that Cassandra told me in confidence that she was raped by you many years ago. Stricken with grief, she kept the tumultuous ordeal to herself. But, working in the same party with her rapist filled her with hatred. She couldn't tell her father for she feared of being abandoned. She hid her emotions through the use of drugs and alcohol. It was after the suicide attempt that she confided to me about this. When I discovered it was you, I became infuriated with anger.
The nerve of you, Boy Wonder, to take advantage of such a precious creature. More upsetting is that you took the most precious thing any woman can give to the man she loves. Your ass discarded it like yesterday's news. You aware of my crush to Cassandra, I look to this as a form of revenge. One of your precious claims to have in your possession.
However, the tides have turned and now you owe me and Cassandra a huge debt. You have two options: either give us two million dollars or sell your body as retribution.
If you refuse to either of these terms, then I will have no choice to release the information of Cassandra's rape to the police. And the evidence of revealing your current sins.
He reached into Robin's overcoat pocket again with a picture. "Remember that night?"
Jason smiled. He grabbed Robin's chin again, forcing him to look at that picture.
"Remember it, Boy Wonder," he asked in a sing-song.
"I do," said Robin. "I do. I wish I didn't."
Jason smiled when staring at the picture. He rubbed Robin's chin. "Tim and I enjoyed ourselves. Getting a taste of something I envied from the Bruce every single night." He kissed the picture and put it in his back pocket. He came forward and blew into Robin's face. Robin's eyes watered and his face furrowed by the stench of alcohol. Robin saw the alluring eyes of Jason and the whiteness of his teeth.
"Since I know you don't have in any way, shape, or form to acquire the money," said Jason as he leaned forward to kiss Robin. Robin struggle, but Jason had the stronger grip. Robin felt his lips touching Jason. "Your only way to get out of this debt is to sell your body."
Jason put his mouth around Robin's neck. Jason licked the fear and the sweat on his neck. He pressed into Robin's clothes, squeezing his stomach. "Kory picked the right clothes. I was raging hard when seeing you in this. Damn sexy, very fetching." He bit his ear. "But, I also much enjoy femininity myself." He got up from his position. He grabbed his hand. "Let's continue to the examination table." He pursed his lips. "Or else, you want your secrets displayed to the world, Boy Wonder."
Robin was tensed in anger. He wanted to fight Jason where he stood, but he knew it wasn't going to take him anywhere. It wasn't until he felt Jason's hand caressing his dick. "You don't know what you do to me, Boy Wonder," he purred. "So, I can't wait to get a taste of your rosebud again. I can't wait until this vehicle return to your bat cave." He laughed.
Robin's final thoughts as he was going to the examination table were on his regrets on that night with Cassandra, his surrogate father, and partner in crime-fighting, Bruce, and overall the women he adored and loved, Kory. He decided to compartmentalize Bruce and Kory until he fulfilled his ordeal with Jason, Tim, and overall, Cassandra.