Don't worry, still alive, still working on Restart. But we still have a long way to go before actually getting something hot and heavy yet the fangirl in me has been screaming for some sadistic evil Robin for days if not weeks now… Having crossed my fingers for somebody to throw a fic like that on this site soon but it seemed that miracle wouldn't come that easily. Idk but somehow I just have a feeling that evil Robin was so underrated. Most of the time it's either him getting beaten up by the bad dudes or forced to join the bad dudes but never become the bad dude because his little dark heart wants him to. Don't really get why either cuz he is obviously much hotter without fussing over order and law and being a goody two shoes. Well, guess this is a God's sign that it's time for me to step up and make the fandom whole again! (jk we all know my stuff is nowhere near that good…)

Warning: The fic contains torture and NON-CON elements! Read at your own risks!

Warning #2: Shitty writing ahead so beware. My muse has a selfish bitch lately and never fed my mind any cool ideas. I just hope this one will suffice. I doubt that it'll be on the same level with my old ones so please bear with me on this.

Chapter one: Broken wings

Raven was never one to believe in the concept of Butterfly effect.

If she was to be honest with herself, it was rather absurd to assume that one little thing, one very ordinary thing, very unimportant thing, something so trivial that nobody bothered to label it and simply refer to it as 'thing', would someday be the factor that brought the universe to an unexpected turning point. Consequences come from a chain of incidents connected to each other, linked to each other, one wrong step led to another until there was nothing left to be done. One trifling matter that one couldn't care less about could barely stir up even the smallest of issues, so how could it possibly be the gate taking everything to the path of no return?

Little did she know, she was wrong, so, so wrong.

Had she known better, she would never make that foolish mistake. She would end this madness when it was still in the making, never let it spiral out of control. If only she had not been so blinded. If only she had seen through all those lies rather than being a puppet controlled by them. Just one, even for one second, if she managed to see that everything she thought to be true was all but a trap, and stopped herself before making that foolish mistakes, things wouldn't come down to this.

He would never be so torn and tattered that she didn't even know what to make of it and where it would land her in. They would never end up in this nightmare with no way out.

And he wouldn't be so far gone that even all the God in the universe combined couldn't bring him back to who he was and got him to remember what he had once valued.

The thoughts ran through her head, multiplying as they slide through her memory chambers and unlocked all the doors that she slammed shut months ago, doors that kept her fatal mistakes from escaping and reminding her of what she had done, what she should have done, doors that emerged to keep her sane. And now what she never wished to remember was roaming her mind, stomping on everything and left nothing but its seeds, whose roots impaled her mind and branched, spreading darkness to all corners.

She should have done something, she should have said something, she shouldn't have let them convince her that he was the one committing those unspeakable crime. She should never have let them take him away. He came to her for help, pleading her to listen, to have faith in him like she always did. And yet, she stabbed him right in the back the moment he turned away… She thought that was for the best, they all told her she did what needed to be done, and he was a danger to the peace and harmony they pledged to guard with their life. He couldn't be allowed to run free anymore. And against her better judgment, she agreed with them. She betrayed him, betrayed his trust, shattering the last thread of hope he had for their friendship, for the belief that at least she would never walk away because they knew each other better than anyone else.

She was the one that brought out the demon from within him, the catalyst that nourished it, strengthening it little by little, until one day his defense couldn't hold it out any longer. Through the cracks they all left in his scarred heart, the cracks that can never heal because of her single mindless action, it invaded him … changed him for good… It ripped apart the fallen hero too broken to fight back and never could he be the same anymore…

Her disheartening inner monologue didn't last long. Just like many times before, something collided with her cheek, snapping her head to the side as an ear-piercing sound filled the room. Half of her face screamed in agony, but the groan escaped her was barely above a whisper. Whatever left of her strength had been drained long ago, sucked out of her the way mosquitos devour all the blood they managed to land on, with all the fun he had in store for her.

She didn't have to look to knew a red welt had already etched into her pale skin, his sinister chuckle confirmed it. Did the previous ones fade away yet? How many did he leave on her cheeks before this? She couldn't form a proper answer, she had lost count long ago.

"Attention on me, Rae-Rae. Don't space off like that." The bone-chilling smooth voice crawled into her ears, so much like a venomous snake that could end her at any second, and Raven fought back her body's instinct to cower. His voice used to teeming with vibrant emotions that brought smile to her lips, always ripe with positivity even on the darkest days, and yet, now it seemed like something crawling out from the worst of her nightmare, cold as a void with an army of demons thrived within… Something sharp and frigid pressed itself against her neck, and the sorceress found herself biting back a whimper… Did her time finally come? All of her friends were gone now. Met their own demise at his hands. He had already exacted his vengeance on her, freed the rage from his system… He had no use of her anymore…

Bracing herself, Raven waited for her throat to slit opened and all her essence of life flowed out of the gaping wound, taking her tattered soul along. Instead, despair clawed at her heart once again as the blade dug into her chin and slowly tilted her head … The torment had yet to end?

Exhausted violet eyes filled with no hope met a pair of cobalt blue eyes, followed a smirk dripping with dark glee that cracked open his thin lips. One moment his gaze held satisfaction and mere joy, one blink, and a shadowy ghost lingered within, dancing its malicious waltz and left something so ill, so vile in its wake. She bit her lips, pain and despair were growing inside her until all other emotions were trampled. There was nothing left of the boy she knew there, absolutely nothing….

Her weakened body dressed in bruises and scars painting red all over her pale skin trembled when the one she used to trust with all her heart seized her jaw in a steel-like clutch, restricting all of her movements. Only now did she actually notice how larger he was compared to her, how much raw power rippling underneath his solid frame and muscles… He could break her into half without as much as flicking a single wrist…

"Lovely" The man licked his lips, moving her head from side to side to feast his eyes on the masterpiece he crafted out of her flesh and bone. Raven whined as his rough fingers came into contact with her gaping wound, drawing out a scarlet thread that trailed the length of her face before dripping down her chin, becoming one with the puddle of her own blood on the floor. "This look suits you, Raven. The color goes well with your skin."

He shoved her back with a nonchalant swift of the hand, as though she had no weight of her own. Suspended from the chain above, her weakened swayed around, evoking a slight sense of dizziness from the depth of her head. Tired, she was so… so tired… All the pains, all the sensations were blending together until she couldn't tell what she was experience was real or not… Her dreams were always drowned in such agony, the similar feelings… Were they even dreams? Did she even get to sleep these days? Did he even allow her to close her eyes and rest? She couldn't tell. Her memories were flowing in no order at all, leaving flashes of color dashing across her eyes whenever she rummaged in her head for certain clues that might save her from this living nightmare. She always came out empty-handed though. Nothing valuable could be interpreted from those chaotic images.

Was her mind broken as well?

She was so tired, she just wanted to shut her eyes and never woke up. He wouldn't let her though. Until he was satisfied, freedom to her would be something forever out of reach.

"What am I to do with you?" He flicked his tongue, seizing her lifeless body in his steeled grip as the chain swung her back to him. His massive arms around her sent chills down her spine, they were like rocks holding her down, and would soon crushing her to death. Raven's head fell backward with a groan when sharp pain spread through her body. His fingers were running on the open wounds scattered here and there on her back, cracking opened the scab and driving the fresh ones into an even worse state.

"What did I say? Eyes on me. How many times do I have to tell you that, huh? I want to see how much you are enjoying yourself." And now he was stroking her face, the gesture so gentle and reminded her of the times when things were much simpler, when that fateful day never came to past. But one gaze on the blue bird stretching its wings on his chest and the haunting smile hanging on his lips and she crashed down to reality. The mockery of affection continued, the back of his fingers trailed down the curves of her cheeks, her nose, her chin as he outlined her bloodied face, and in her state of mind, she found herself wishing that they were real…

"You know, Raven, I've been having quite a conflict with myself lately…" His fingers ghosted on her lips, making the young girl shivered at the sudden contact. His gesture pushed some of the already dried blood into her mouth and the taste was making her uncomfortable. The low chuckle he let out upon seeing her in such a predicament rang in her ears, her bounded hands curled into fists as she stood her ground and endured it all.

"I really don't know what I should do with you." Raven's mouth fell apart as a gasp spilled from her surprised lips when he did something she never could see coming, pulling her into an embrace. But astonishment didn't get to stay for long. His solid muscles grinded themselves against her bleeding wounds and unbearable pain resurfaced once again.

"Even after all that time, after what you have done." His low voice filled her ears, and now he was toying with her violet hair, stroking the tainted locks between his fingers and lifted them to his nose. Was he inhaling her hair? Questions rose in Raven's mind, sparking so much confusion that almost overwhelmed her fear. But she couldn't turn back and see for herself, he was having such a tight grip on her that she couldn't squirm away at all.

"I still couldn't treat you like them. Still couldn't have the strength to take your life."

He lifted her shocked, bewildered face from his shoulder and pulled her back to had a close look at her face. Leaning in, turning a blind eye to the fear flashing across those violet orbs and the little waves of tremors that rocked her delicate fate, he tenderly pressed his tongue to the blood streak tainting her chin and licked it, dragging his mouth all the way up to peck her lips at the corner. She didn't even know how to react, it all happened in a sudden moment that she never could have predicted. All she could do was keeping her lips tightly shut to deny him of any access.

"Who could have thought that in the end, even with all this power, I still let my emotions get the better of me again. Can you believe it? After all those years, I'm still a lovesick fool."

The chain came off with a mechanical sound, and Raven soon found herself on the floor. Her dry throat after days going without any water was almost ripped in two when a hoarse cry stretched its entire length to burst out of her lips. Her body was still in the process of pulling itself together, and the fall's impact torn it apart with a wave of agony that could numb all her senses. His words still lingered in her ears, echoing in her mind and evoking so many questions. But she couldn't figure out any of them, not when the waves of pain drowning her in refused to subside.

Unknown rustling sounds filled the room, and a sense of apprehension rose in her. With all her remaining power, Raven tried to force herself into a sitting position. All the blood drained from her face the moment her eyes landed on her tormentor.

He was topless, half-naked. Solid muscles brimmed with strength curling underneath his tough skin. Endless scarves and old wounds plastered on his frame like a grotesque exhibition. There was something different about his smirks, the gaze he set on her, something different lurking in his smug, something different hidden behind his intense eyes. Her empathic ability had long been shut down, but she didn't need it to tell that whatever was coming alive within him went further than usual business between a tyrant seeking for vengeance and his victim.

His eyes projected it all to her, he didn't bother to conceal any. As clear as daylight, the powerless sorceress found herself looking into a whirlpool of insatiable thirst, indescribable hunger, and boiling desire, twisting into each other, finally forming…

Lust?

Before she managed to gather her thoughts and actually have time for panic to take over, he had already pounded on her body. Pinning her delicate form down on the cold, hard floor, caring nothing about her wince when rough cement brushes itself against her tattered back, he began straddling her his large form and inhuman strength. The girl's eyes widened in terror as the realization of what was coming hit her in full force, and she trembled with fear, tossing her head around in an attempt to convince herself that none of this was real.

But he wouldn't have that. There was no way he would let her run off into that imaginary land of her mind, away from the fantasy he would guide her into. Bending down, he roughly sank his teeth into her delicate shoulder, reminding her that there was no getting out of this. Raven cried out, couldn't bear with the fear that kept on rising.

"No... Stop..."

"Shhh… don't try to fight it. I'll make you feel good."

His bare hands moved to whatever left of her clothes and began tearing them apart, causing Raven to shriek and trying to squirm out of his grasp, ignoring the pain that course through her body as she did so.

"Aww… You're finally making some sounds for me. How cute."

He commented huskily, lowering his face until their noses touched. Raven had already shut her eyes and wiped her head away, refusing to look at him in the eyes. He snickered in satisfactory, smoothing the messy violet hair back to admire the velvet pale skin that had been colored by the mesmerizing shades of her own blood. Tears lingered in the corners of her eyes as her little body shivered uncontrollably under his touches. The sight drew a sinister grin across his face. Slowly, he dragged his long tongue on her sweet, flawless cheek, savoring the tears that remained on her skin. Raven let out a small sob as he did so.

"Make more for me, will you? Let me hear those sweet moans"

The last shreds of fabric, her only protectors came of her delicate form, and she was panting so hard that he started thinking that sooner or later her lungs would explode. Guess he had to fill her with more pleasure to chase away the fear… He nipped Raven's bare pale shoulder, trailing kisses all over her slender neck and moved down the length of her sweet body, leaving a long streak of saliva on her gorgeous skin. The smooth skin of a young, innocent girl whose body was untrained and unfamiliar with lewd situation like this felt amazing, enough to fill him with need

"Please… Please don't… Please… Robin…." He shoved one of his gloves down her throat, silencing her and turned all the words waiting at the tip of her tongue into meaningless noises.

"Don't act like you are not into this. You have any idea how many ladies would kill to be in your place right now? This's a gift, you should be honored, Raven."

His kisses traveled the length of her sensitive inner thighs while his opened palms forced her legs to spread. Raven shook her head frantically as several muffled whimpers escaped her gagged mouth. Even though she had already known that struggling would not be any use, she couldn't stop herself. The reality of being violated was too much for her to handle…

If only she knew better… If only she trusted that his enemy was setting him up on that fateful day… None of this would have happened… If she wasn't such a fool, he would never end up this way.

Her one thoughtless action doomed them all.

It was all her fault.

Once again, her thoughts were mercilessly torn apart as his tongue lashed at her with no mercy, assaulting her feminine part with a passion, like he was an animal bearing with famish for years and she was the last source of food. Each lick of him sent her on fire, a fire that she never wanted... And there was nothing she could do but scream and beg for him to stop.

But she knew better than anyone that he would never do anything of the sort.

She was helpless, trapped, powerless, all his to do whatever he's pleased with. And there was no way to escape from this Hell.

"Never forget, from now on, you belong to me."

She convulsed as he slipped his tongue inside her, a high-pitch scream escaped her lips, only to get pushed back into her throat by the gag filling her mouth. Sealed, like the cruel fate destiny had pushed her into, and there was simply nothing she could do to break free…

oOo

Okay I have no idea what this came from. I was just in the middle of my daily Tumblr scrolling and I came across some nice and sweet Whump prompts and then my thirst for dark RobRae fics was driving me mad and the next thing I know I was holding my laptop writing down this.

Yeah I'm fully aware that I'm a sicko and perhaps I need to have my mental health checked. Tell me something I don't already know.

Like it? Hate it? Too dark to exist? Tell me!

(Should I make more… all right shutting up don't call 911 on me!)