I know I haven't been too dark in my story about the zombies, so for those of you who prefer dark, this is for you.

VERY VERY DARK! LIKE MORE DARK THAN USUAL!

Enjoy.

xD

Doctor, Doctor -

"You won't get away with this, Slade!" Robin growled between clenched teeth, screaming out as his arm was twisted farther, feeling the man would soon break bone.

"Well as long as I'm not getting away with this as it is, I suppose we might as well make the most of it, my little bird." Slade said a seductive purr filling the large dank alleyway. "Let's play a game."

"Let me go you, psychopath!" The small form would have thrashed against the man's hold, if he wasn't caught in a lithe grip, the sharp threats would have to do for now.

"Tisk tisk tisk, Robin, all I want to do is play a game, yet you refuse me that small request?" The grip tightened, making the boy yelp in surprise.

"Fine! What game? Yahtzee? Monopoly?" More dark quiet laughter sunk into the teen's defiant mind, causing a chill to race down his spine.

"Let's play doctor…"

"Doctor?" Robin gulped remembering back to the last time he'd played doctor with a psychopath, he still had the scars.

"Don't worry, boy, you'll enjoy this kind of doctor…" The brightly colored bird stiffened, when someone in Slade's line of work told you you'd like something, you almost never did. "Just relax." Slade sighed. "I suppose we can play here seeing as I don't have a table at the moment…" Robin jerked his head to the side, shivering as he felt a cool hand move to his stomach.

"Breath in…" Robin raised a brow, looking curiously to the older male, though complied in fear of having his limb shattered. "Breath out…" The boy didn't argue, doing as he was told, maybe the villain had finally lost it. "Lie on your back." The boy did, a plague of curiosity spiking his insides, his hands held firm above his head. Soon the man was poking at his sides, but not in a painful way, in a check-up kind of deal. There was a small voice in his head which screamed for him to fight while he was able, though the mercenary didn't appear to want to put any sort of harm on the teen at the moment, and he didn't want to rule out the possibility that the man could still break him in a heart beat if he wanted. The criminals hand slowly poked down towards the sprawled out bird, soon poking his pelvis, but not stopping there. The teen instantly struggled as the man's hand slunk underneath his green tights, reaching for the boy's limp extension, soon wrapping a hand around the soon to be hard member.

"Slade! What the he-?!" The mercenary tightened his armored hand around the hero's wrists, hearing his victim silence immediately, gritting his teeth.

"Shh my little bird, you don't want to become injured during our game do you?" The bird growled at the villain's words, struggling against the touch nonetheless. The teen shook furiously when the older male ran his thumb along the side of his awakened length, making him struggle farther, not really caring if his wrists where broken, he knew what the criminal was thinking, and he was none to excited.

"Slade! Can't we play a different game?! Ping-pong?! Trivial Pursuit?! Anything but this!" Another chuckle on the man's part, causing the atmosphere to grow dark, well darker than it already was.

"I need to check your reflexes, my little bird." The small form tensed as the man's hand started pumping his shaft, biting his lower lip in attempt at not releasing any sort of noise that could edge the man farther. The shirt was moved behind his head, staring death at the towering villain if only for a moment when a hand found it's way to the elastic of his tights, tracing his pale waist, sending a chill down his spine.

"Well, well…who would have guessed the cities golden boy would be so sensitive…" The bottoms slide to his knees, the victim trying to cease the action.

"No… no… no… no…" He muttered thrashing violently on the cement road, knees becoming scraped red. The tights falling to the ground, black boxers being all that remained.

The man smirked evilly, a hand rubbing at his waist, fingers lacing under the dark material.

"No! Get your hand away from there you sick fuck!"

"Such language, Robin, I thought you where a hero." The masked villain said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh excuse me for being a bit of a potty mouth with a perverted psycho towering over me!" The struggle grew, ignoring as the grip tightened.

"I was originally going to make you enjoy this, but seeing how you are due for a physical, I suppose you could receive your pain tolerance check up as well." With that his wrist was twisted in the grasp, screams of torment filling the air as a loud crack echoed.

"Perhaps you've learned not to make this more difficult than it needs to be, now be a good patient and stay still." Robin was unable to respond, teeth gritted as the man slowly slide off black material, merely enough to release the bird's limp cock, though that would soon change.

Wet lips wrapped around the younger male's head causing him to jolt in shock.

"Naahhh!" His victim released a short moan, the pleasure far outweighing the pain, though it was ceased quickly, a whimper replacing it as the man began bobbing his head.

"You make such beautiful noises, my little bird."

"P-please st-stop…" He pleaded.

"Not until you receive your required injections."

"No…!" He struggled despite the broken limb, though it was weak, causing a hard slap to make contact with the side of his cheek.

"Shhh." Robin felt his eyes water, nearing tears, though still none fell.

The older man moved back to his hardened shaft, chuckling darkly, wrapping a hand around base.

"Not quite yet, boy." Robin looked up with masked eyes, shaking slightly, he was just glad he still had his mask, he wasn't sure Richard could handle this sort of thing. "Should we take a look at those dazzling blue's, Dick?" The bird's eyes widened farther, the man seeming to read his mind, watching the hand near his face.

"No!" As shocking as it may seem, the hand pulled back, the masked form chuckling once more.

"Perhaps it would be best if I was to check up on, Robin?" He purred, moving to pull the boxers to the brightly colored hero's knees.

"Get off!" He kicked his feet, attempting to catch the man's chin, missing slightly, feeling the older man push his knees to the ground.

"It seems your reflexes are fine, but perhaps I should meet Richard, he may be a bit more calm." The boy stilled at the threat. He didn't know how Richard would react in a situation such as this. He wouldn't be able to take it, he would break far sooner than Robin. Robin could handle this, Robin was strong.

"Good boy." The hand moved to lightly stroke his shaft, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

"Don't…" Robin spoke through gritted teeth, feeling the hand run along his half hard extension, a rasping moan exiting his lips.

"Ahh there we are, a bit slow for a male your age, but still good, let's see if I have a shot for that." The boy felt a hand slink under his small form, nearing his lower end.

The mercenary slowly poked a finger through the teen's entry, receiving a kick in response. It was simply reflex, and he soon regretted it.

"I suppose it's time to see Richard now."

"Wai-!" The mask was ripped from his pale skin, the remaining glue leaving a red outline as it was thrown out of reach.

"Open your eyes now, Richard, I have to check your pupils." He shook his head. No way in hell was he going to obey this man. The finger was forcefully shoved deep in the teen's entry, causing a yelp to sound, Dick's eyes shooting open in shock, a dark chuckle sounding in the background.

"Far bluer than I'd originally thought. The pictures don't even begin to show the true color." Slade would have leaned in to farther examine the bright eyed boy if it wasn't for the fact that he was currently finger deep in the boy's tense hole, slowly pulling out if only to go in once more. If the pace wasn't enough to drive the bird absolutely mad, the need was. It wasn't long before he felt as if he needed more, a whimper slipping past his lower lip. He'd been right, Richard wasn't strong enough to handle this. A hand cupped his cheek, stilling the shaking form, a smirk settling under the older man's mask as he noted the damp lids, tears preparing to fall down his cheeks.

"Shh…" Slade spoke soft, placing an armored finger over the pale lips. "In order for you to fully enjoy this, Richard, you mustn't struggle." A tear slid off his chin at the thought. He didn't want this. He'd rather die. The older man chuckled once more, shoving two digits deep in the boy's entry.

"Ahh!" Dick wriggled on the fingers intruding his form, kicking and moving away from the limbs in a failed attempt at escape, looking much like a toddler being pulled through the convenient store after not being granted the toy he'd whined for.

"It will hurt less if you don't struggle." The young boy whined, panting as the man went deeper, screaming out in surprise as his prostate was hit. "good… your ready for your injection." Richard tensed, knowing what the 'doctor' meant, noticing his arms had been released, clawing at the man's arms, soon feeling himself being turned to his stomach.

"I will have none of that from my patient. Now be a good boy and let me finish your check-up." The man lifted the wriggling end in the air, stroking the boy's sides with his thumbs. The sound of a zipper filled the air as the mercenary pulled out his throbbing length, looking down to the plump end.

"Stop it!" Dick tried to sound threatening, but it simply came out as a high pitched squeal, feeling the man positioning over him. "Stop!" Louder, but still the man continued, pressing harder, but at a pain-staking pace, causing him to instinctively claw at the ground under him.

"Calm yourself." The older man's head entered the boy, causing a loud scream to sound.

"No! Stop it! It hurts!" He kicked his legs, barley able as the attacker began to sink farther, more screams becoming known. "Ahhh!"

"You sound just like a child, Richard. A shame we have to meet on such extreme circumstance." Slade purred, ceasing momentarily before continuing his everlasting descent in the sobbing teen's tight lower end.

"aahaahh!" He cried the words mixed in panting breaths, tears rolling off his chin. "Slade! P-please! T-tell me your almost done!" All Dick wanted was for it to be over, and yet all the older man did was chuckle darkly.

"Where barely half way there, my boy." The young boy screamed aloud.

"No! It won't fit! You'll rip me!"

"I promise I'll try not to." The man continued to enter the teen who had balled his fists in a feeble hope it would make the pain go away, it didn't. The excruciating pain shooting through his form caused the boy to tense greatly, gritting his teeth as the pain grew, causing agonizing screams to exit his lips, Robin may have been able to hold them in, but no, this was Richard, this was different. Richard had never been thrown to a wall at a hundred miles an hour, never been caught and tortured, and had never even met this man, but somehow knew his name.

"Half way there, boy. Your doing great, soon you'll have fully inserted the injection, then all we have to worry about is your medicine." The, boy squirmed under the man wanting nothing more than death at that moment, wanting the pain to stop.

"Please stop!" He simply screamed anything to get the man out at this point, that being the main objective. "Get out! Get out!"

"Stop moving and you might enjoy it." No, no, he didn't want to enjoy something like this. This was something Richard never thought would happen, and to him no less, but he'd been wrong, so wrong.

The farther the man pushed in the louder the teen screamed, soon growing hoarse, throat soar as the boy still released silent screams. The man didn't care at the moment, to distracted by the tight end beneath him to care, soon hitting base.

"Is it over?!" He sobbed, the man leaning to his ear.

"It's only just begun…" He said in a seductive purr.

If the boy had thought it hurt before, this was a whole new level of complete and utter torture. While the intruder had the decency to start slow, Richard could feel as the speed grew, every thrust being another level, clawing at the ground, his gloves slowly wearing down. The man soon went at a rapid pace, holding firm as the boy thrashed against him, or at least tried to, Slade holding him still. He was right in the beginning, his head leaned back in a silent scream as he felt himself being ripped from the inside out. He wanted nothing more than to simply die, what happened next making him hate himself to no extent., he moaned.

"That's a good boy." Slade stated, seeming far to calm for the situation at hand, continuously hitting the boy's prostate, causing a string of moans to rack the boy's form.

"Mhh- pl-please- nah- st- ah- op…" he tried, but to no prevail.

"But you seem to be enjoying this more than you let on." The masked villain, purred, slamming hard on the boy's wall, causing a scream of pure bliss to erupt from his lips, making the older man chuckle darkly. "Just look at how hard you are, Richard." Dick looked to his hardened shaft, tears falling down his cheeks as the boy realized just how much he was enjoying it, his cock twitching in need. The older man suddenly ceased, the teen whimpering involuntarily, the invader reentering him at a slow pace, slowly pushing against the small form's prostate, a ragged moan exiting his parted lips. This was the moment he was pushed over the edge, a load of white painting his chest, causing the victim to shake, tears filling his vision.

The older man than pulled from the boy's hole, lifting his form to look him in the eye, Dick's head simply rolling back, not having the energy to lift it.

"Let's give you your medicine orally then." The boy opened his eyes a bit wider before he was dropped to his knees, held up by a hand in his hair. The hardened extension of the man was pushed past his parted lips, the salty musky taste filling his senses, sobs regaining there strength. He amused himself with the thought of biting down before the older form spoke.

"Don't do anything stupid, boy." He closed his eyes, trying to imagine he was anywhere other than where he was, but the hope was shattered when his head was pushed down on the long member, choking as the man deep throated him, nearly causing his gag reflex to activate. "If you throw up I'll make you lick it up." The boy attempted to hold back the automatic, being glad for his years in the circus, having learned to open his throat from the sword eater. The man continued his restless intrusion of the boy's mouth, shoving in once more, deeper than before, cumming deep in the boy's throat. The teen gagged as the runny substance was swallowed by force, his brain deciding it was better for him to swallow than choke, he disagreed.

The moment the man pulled out the boy shoved two fingers down his throat, feeling a hand raise to stop him.

"Now there will be none of that now, Richard. You where a good patient, I hope to give you another check-up soon." The small form attempted to get his arm free, pulling at the restraint, the man tightening his grip on the injured limb, until now he'd forgotten, though the attempt being weak at best.

"You- you said you w-wouldn't rip m-me." His head lolled back.

"I said I would 'try' not to, Richard." The older man stated, the belt being buckled, the warn teen left to lay on the cold metal surface, breathing heavily, the frantic sobs not helping the situation. He gripped his stomach. I swallowed it! It's inside me! He thought, looking around before moving his hand for the second time, shoving two fingers down his throat, before bile was released, the action alone being to much for his body in that moment, shaking greatly.

Despite his weakened state he knew he had to get back to the tower, he needed a mask. Forcing himself to stand on shaking legs, falling to the ground once before deciding it best to use the wall for support, slipping on the green, soon to be red, bottoms, before walking towards the only exit, finding it far later in the night than he'd originally thought, praying he'd be able to make it to the tower without farther attacks from the villains of Jump. To his surprise, for the first time ever, the city seemed empty, no criminals snooping along the streets, so getting home was fairly simple, despite the pain that shot up his spine with every step. Somehow he managed to get in the tower, now riding the elevator to the living room, getting just out of the elevator doors, he fell forward, slamming on the tile, having nothing to catch himself as he did, becoming unconscious.

He woke in a the Titans medical wing, being greeted with four concerned looks.

"Wha-" His eyes widened, hands shooting to his unmasked face, the events from the night before flooding his mind, tears welling in his eyes.

"Robin? What's wrong? What happened?" Robin shook his head in refusal.

"I need a mask…" He said simply, soon being provided with one. He slipped it on, before ripping it off, he'd thought that would be enough, but it so obviously wasn't. "No, no, no, no, no…" He whimpered, it wasn't working, the mask didn't help. It would have only been a temporary solution, but for the time being it would have worked.

"What happened." Raven said in a monotone, moving to grab the shaking Titan by the shoulder.

"I-it was… h-him s-sl-Slade…" He broke down in a horribly saddening cry, shutting his eyes tight, trying to make the horrid images diminish.

"What did he do, friend Robin?" Star asked floating from above, eyes full of concern.

"He-he…" He shook his head once more, feeling the hand on his shoulder move to his back.

"It's okay, Robin, just tell us what he did." Raven could always touch his skin, his memory's being transferred to her, but she thought that would be a bad idea from the emotional tornado sparking from his form.

"He- he r-rap-ped m-me…" That one sentence was the most difficult thing he'd ever had to say, turning to the side, glad there was a trash can, for the thought along caused him to hurl violently, his friends watching in horror.

"Will he be okay?" Beast Boy, turned to the half robotic teen who nodded.

"Yes, he just needs a shot and to take some medicine." The leader of the Titansburied his face deep in his knees, seemingly trying to hide as sobs racked his form.

"Are you sure we shouldn't take him to a doctor?"

F.I.N.

Or end, either way.

Well I was long over due for a Dark story, and I hope that met your standards, cause that was pretty freakin' dark man.

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