I'm in a bad mood, and feeling what I can only imagine is the feeling before Jeff the Killer made his first kill, so Robin gets hurt, a lot, and I just watched Hassle and Gretel Get Baked, so a lot of these ideas are based off that movie.(Not really now that I've gotten started).

Disclaimer - don't own.

Warnings - sexual themes, gore, rape, violence, possible character death.

Pick A Card

Waking from his dreamless sleep felt... off, something in the air just wasn't right, and it wasn't just the fact that he'd woken a bit later than usual, having stayed out later, tracking a lead on a robbery.

He decided to trust instinct, rising from his bright sheets to check the towers security, nothing, the tower seemed untouched, making him even more suspicious. He jumped, running towards the living quarters. No, they where all there, at least the three who were usually up at this hour, having heard Beast Boy snoring as he'd passed,

"Oh! Hey, man!" Cyborg, said, being the first to notice him, also noticing the queer look on his usually serious features. "What's wrong, Rob?"

"Something just feels... off today." His leader replied, muscles tense, on the offensive, feeling as if at any moment someone would attack. "I'm sure it's nothing." He shrugged, though didn't relax, simply moving to brew some coffee.

After pouring a cup of the steaming beverage into his mug, he headed for the roof, soon looking out over the gleaming city, which was flooded with pumpkins and other decor for the upcoming holiday. Three days, he thought, not having thought about it until now, three days until Halloween. He hadn't even picked a costume yet. Oh well, he'd get around to it he supposed, leaning against the ledge, one hand draped over his steadily rising and falling stomach, letting his guard lower, if only slightly, still thinking something was off, still feeling eyes on him despite being away from the others, deciding it would be best if he went back in the tower, becoming a bit paranoid.

"Guys?" He shouted, scanning the room, they were gone. He thought they'd returned to their individual quarters, feeling he should check, knocking softly on the door. "Cyborg?" He called from the opposite side of the door, receiving no response. He ran to the next. "Starfire?! Beast Boy?! Raven?!" He screamed, running to each of their doors, stopping dead when he reached the end of the hall.

"Oh God..." His paled, wide-eyed, turning to run back towards the living room, barley having the time to react as a hand grabbed him, pulling him to a buff chest. "Mmhhh...!" He felt the chloroform invade his senses, eyes drooping forward, head shaking weakly as they did.

He woke in a situation that never ended well, bound to a medical table with thick black straps on each limb, woozy for a moment before he shook his head, trying to rub his head before realizing he was unable, cursing under his breath.

"Robin?! Robin, are you okay?!" He could barely decode the syllables in his state, though was able to realize it was Cyborg speaking.

"Cyborg... Wha-"

"Ahh, Robin, your up..." He felt the others eyes piercing his form, the villain circling him once before coming to a stop at his feet, chuckling darkly. "Let the game begin."

"What do you want, Slade?!" He was now fully awake, the man's presence making it so.

"Humor me, boy. Let me explain the rules before you interrupt." Robin, stared daggers at the mercenary, who now walked towards his other end. "I have ten cards, you pick five, now you have the choice of either you participating, or you can choose one of your teammates to." Their was a slight pause before the boy responded.

"Fuck off!" He struggled against the bindings, a hand taking his arm, squeezing to such an extent that a loud sickening crack, followed by a scream, sounded.

"Bad." He heard through his unholy wails, team screaming for their captor to stop. "On with the game. Pick a card any card." The man walked over to his uninjured hand, motioning for him to pick one. "If you don't pick one, I'll kill a Titan." He bit back his scream, using his fingers to pull a card from the thin deck.

"Ahh..." He smirked, taking the card from the hero. He was shown a picture of a nail. "Would you like to take this one, or you can pass it on to one of your teammates." He gave no farther explanation, waiting for the boy to say, already knowing he wouldn't dare put anything on his team.

"Do... your worst... you sick bastard." He still hadn't fully recovered from his arm, watching as the older male reached over, unable to see what he was grabbing.

A nail gun resided in the man's hold, making him gulp, eyes narrow as two nailed where slid in the cartridge, clicking in place, moving to the leader's thigh.

"Now be a good little boy, and hold still." Like hell! He thought, already trying to lift his legs off the table. "Bad." One of the sharp points made its way through his leg, hissing as it did, stilling immediately, deciding at that moment, he wouldn't make a noise despite the man's best efforts. The second intruder spiked past his flesh, making him inhale sharply, gritting his teeth, tensing his jaw.

"Pick a card." He slowly opened his fist, pulling a card from the options provided, cursing aloud, seeing what it was.

"No..."

"Would you rather, Starfire take this one?" The bird's eyes went wide.

"No! No..." He saw the criminal disappear once again, hearing him rummage through a nearby object.

"Robin? What is it?" Raven asked in a hush tone, noticing the panicked features, shaking slightly, though she didn't respond to distracted by the card intertwined in his fingers.

"Hold still, now." His head was forced to the side, held steady as he tried to escape the grip.

"Stop it, you bad man!" Starfire screamed, seeing a rigid knife being brought to his ear, pulling at her cuffs ruffly, screaming for the villain to stop. "Get away from him!" The mercenary looked up, cocking his head to the side, all feeling the smirk as the knife began to moved, earning him a rigged scream from the teen, unable to restrain it, pain to intense, he was sawing through, the man taking his time to work through his flesh, screams of pure angst invading the air, screams and cries all to real from every angles, Star's being the loudest, chair bouncing as she tried to break free.

"You bad man! Let Robin go! St-stop!" She was frantic, hearing the pleas for mercy over her cries, only making her more panicked.

"There we are..." The ear was chucked to the side, in front of Beast Boy who in turn screamed in a terrified way.

"R-R-Ro-Robin!" He blubbered.

Blood poured from the side of their leader's head, which was soon moved to look towards the ceiling, hand loosening as he shook, a picture of Van Gogh floating to the ground.

"Next. Pick a card." He didn't respond, tears nearing release, the realization of what had just happened washing over him, head simply falling to the side, drooling as he heaved. "No? Boy, pick a card." He walked towards the Titan's holding the cards to the oldest, who looked up in disgust. "Pick one, or I will." Cyborg, gulped before puling a card from the deck, turning it over to show, he sighed in relief, nothing "Shame... Pick one." He held the cards to the next Titan, which just so happened to be, Beast Boy, who didn't seem capable of doing such an act. The villain edged him on, thrusting the eight individual cards in his direction. His hand shook as it drew closer to the horrible deck, fingers gripping the corner of a card, bottom lip trembling as he turned it over, bursting into worse cries.

"Ahh... Good choice..." He moved back to his place next to the bound boy, showing him the card.

"Y-y-you b-bastard..."

"Pick."

"... Me..." He said in a murmur, there was no way in hell he was going to put that on his team.

"As you wish." The man pulled out an object Raven recognized from one of her books, eyes growing wide despite herself. "Ahh, I see one of you is well-educated, I see you recognize the lead sprinkler..." He chuckled darkly, feeling the Titans eyes meet his, looking down to see the large mask, deciding he wanted to see more, ripping it away, gasps heard all around, the boy keeping his orbs tightly shut to avoid the mercenary figuring his identity, feeling his shirt being ripped away..

A scream, no, that was far to mild a word fore what left the leader's lips was far more than just a scream, the horrid cry ripping through the air, piercing the ears of all was more of a knife to the heart. His eyes shut tighter, as the pain invaded him, small drips leading down his stomach, though his eyes remained closed to the man's disappointment. The burns continued, singeing liquid covering tender flesh, the image of a pot of boiling water being a worse result than what they could have possibly imagined.

"You son of a bitch! Let him go! Stop!" Cyborg screamed a bit louder than the rest, two quiet, one sobbing in dismay, the other who did cry was to busy attempting to escape the confines of the chair, scraping the ground. Robin, squirmed on the metal table, trying to avoid the oncoming burns, feeling his stomach convulse, swallowing back a load of vomit. Yanking at all the straps despite the nails residing in his thighs, and shattered arm, desperate to leave them, his hands starting to slip from the leather bindings, legs unable.

After one last circle over his chest it stopped, boils already forming, the device set to the side.

"One more." he held them in front of his victim, who growled much like a dog. "My choice then." He started to go through the cards, throwing them down as he searched for the one he wanted,

"No." A pictured of a saw was thrown to the floor.

"No." A hammer.

"No." A rat.

"No, no... Ahh, this one should be fun..." The two not picked were thrown behind him, showing the remaining to the hero being tortured, though he couldn't see due to his shut eyes.

"Just... Get it over with..." He trembled, both in fear and pain.

"Don't you want to at least know what's going to happen...?"

"Whatever... It is... I don't care..." He heard pleas from his team, Starfire saying how he didn't have to, how she would take it instead, but the leader shook his head, he didn't know what it was, but he knew it was bad, and making one of his team endure it was simply unacceptable.

He gulped, the straps over his ankles released, legs moved to lay on the mercenary's shoulders, the screams for mercy coming from his team. His hidden eyes shot open, leggings pulled to knees, a scream of surprise leaving parted lips as the intense blue were revealed.

"N-no... Stop!" He cried, trying to kick the man whose pointer slowly sunk deeper, ignoring the cries.

He was nearly knuckle deep when the boy feel from the table, pushing against him to run away, forgetting his injuries, falling to his face with short cry. He attempted to crawl away, avoiding pressure on his purple limb, nails digging into, what was now discovered to be dirt, the man chuckling darkly catching the plump end in a hard grip, pulling him back roughly, deciding preparation wasn't necessary, a loud click sounding as the man's belt was removed, one hand shoving his face to the dirt to still him, though he still managed a hearty attempt, trying to kick the other, screaming greatly, seeing the Titan looking down on him with horror bound features, the cuffs holding them glowing orange.

The moment he began to cry was the moment the man's hilt slammed into his hole, stretching, no ripping him apart, clawing at the ground, feeling his head try to bit down, finding nothing but dirt invade his mouth, but biting despite, doing all in his power to distract his frantic mind.

"Ahhh! St-ahh-p!" He pleaded, feeling the intruder dig deeper still, pain cutting down his middle, feeling the man thrust fully in one single instant, world going red, heart thumping in his ears as adrenalin went on overload. "Don't lie, Robin,you're enjoying this more than you let on." A hand wrapped around his half hard cock, making the struggle stop, shaking as he pumped his extension with his free hand, the victim blushing greatly, panting as the intrusion continued, the man pulling out slowly before going in to hilt, a cry leaving the hero under him, only edging him on, pulling out, pushing in again, the pace quickening, shoving his way into the boy, while pumping his shaft, grip soon tightening.

"L-le goo..."

"Not yet, boy." The man said, continuing his unwanted assault, hitting his wall.

"Nahhh!" He screamed in pure bliss, eyes roll back, mouth agape, drooling, face growing hotter as the man continued. "G-gettin' b-bigger..." He whimpered, finding the man ignore his realization.

It felt like an eternity before he was released, a warmth filling his insides as the man came, a scream dripping with seduction leaving him soon after, white covering the ground in front of them, body falling to the ground as the man left his swollen hole. Something was shoved up his entry before the man-made his escape, switching it on as he passed the table, an intense vibration meeting him, making him spaze on the dirt ground, not even able to hear the cries from his friends anymore as he was left to lie in his filth, the controller set to the metal he'd fallen from before, the man only uttering two words before he left.

"Happy Halloween."

I think I'm gonna end it there... He'll probably die... Still bleeding pretty intently from his ear...That sucks...

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