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Batkids wondering why bruce has so many painting and photos of dick throughout the wayne mannor and confronting bruce about it 😭

There was a new painting framed above the sixth step of the main stairwell in Wayne Manor. Tim Drake stood staring at it, mug of coffee in one hand and the other on his hip. He squinted and tilted his head, as if that was going to magically change the subject of the painting.

When it didn’t, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed someone who’d been dealing with this even longer than he had.

“Jay,” he offered as a weary greeting.

“Sup, baby bird?”

“I think it’s time for us to stage an intervention.”

“What?” Jason managed to sound both concerned and gleeful at the same time, which was par for the course when it came to family matters. “For who? Is the demon brat collecting every mistreated hamster in Gotham again?”

“No, it’s B. It’s- You remember that charity auction last month? The one where the whole thing was themed around heroes?”

“If you mean the one without a single Red Hood work, yes I recall.”

“You remember the guy who did the painting of Nightwing where he put, like, a lot of attention into his shoulders and waist?”

“Hard to forget how many people have a boner for Big Wing, yeah.”

“Yeah, well, B bought it.”

Silence.

“It’s in the front stairway. The one you’ve gotta take to get to the second floor if you don’t wanna go the long way around.”

“No.”

“Yeah.”

“Fucking christ on a cracker,” Jason swore. “Okay. Okay, gather the troops, enough’s enough.”

--- x ---

In retrospect, Dick should have realized something was up when almost every member of the family showed up to Sunday dinner. Not that Sunday dinner itself was unusual, it happened to be a standard part of the week going back as far as his own Robin days. It just wasn’t very often that everyone managed to be there at the same time.

Dick was one of the first to arrive, hoping for a few minutes alone with Bruce before the rest of the brood descended on them. Cassandra and Duke appeared not long after him, having been upstairs. Then, one by one, the assorted Wayne’s and Wayne-adjacents walked through the manor doors.

Bruce put up a good front, but Dick could see how each new person brought a new glimmer of joy to his eye. For all he preached independence, a more selfish man would’ve forced all of them to stay close for his own happiness and peace of mind. It was one of the things he loved about him.

Dinner itself was a raucous affair. They fell into their usual seats, filling out the massive dining table until they were practically crammed elbow to elbow, with Bruce at one end and Alfred at the other. Conversation flowed easily, voices overlapping, dishes and cutlery clinking, until every plate was clean.

Dick used the uncommonly full table as an excuse to press their knees together beneath the table and lean into Bruce’s space when they talked. There was a time he felt guilty for stealing touches from his former mentor like this. When he was younger, it felt wrong to linger over a few moments of physicality to feed a growing affection that would never be recognized.

These days, Dick was mature enough to know that his stolen touches were harmless, even if his feelings weren’t. He’d become very good at burying them deep, hiding behind the city of Bludhaven to keep a good amount of distance for his own sanity.

Generally, Dick was the one to help between courses, but he thought nothing of it when Kate waved him off as he went to stand. She and Damian helped Alfred clear the table, a lull falling over the dining room in their absence.

Now, Dick Grayson was many things and an idiot wasn’t one of them. He’d noticed how people kept exchanging glances and now, as conversation petered out, there was tension building in the air. A quick look at Bruce proved he’d noticed too, brows furrowed in concerned suspicion.

Alfred returned from the kitchen with Kate and Damian in tow, no dessert platters in sight. Alarm bells were going off in Dick’s head.

Jason cleared his throat.

“Alright. So. Bruce,” he fixed their patriarch with a stern look. “This is an intervention.”

Dick’s head snapped around so fast he felt it in his neck. It was a small comfort that Bruce looked thrown by the announcement. He’d never been good at taking care of himself, not even when someone was around looking out for him. And let’s face it, Dick hadn’t been around to watch his back for too long.

“An intervention?” Bruce echoed. “For what, exactly?”

“For all the fucking–”

“We’ve noticed,” Barbara interjected, silencing Jason with a look. “A startling amount of the art decorating the manor is related to… Dick.”

“Huh?” wasn’t the most intelligent thing Dick had ever said, but it felt appropriate.

“Uh, plus all the Nightwing stuff down in the Cave,” Duke added, clearing up approximately nothing.

“The new painting was the final straw, B,” Tim sighed, rubbing his forehead like the memory hurt him. “It’s kind of a lot.”

“It was for charity,” Bruce defended.

“Okay, sure,” Stephanie shrugged. “But what about the ones in the library?”

“Or the Flying Graysons poster on the third floor.”

“That’s been there for over a decade.”

“Okay, but there’s kind of a shrine of newspaper clippings around it,” Duke winced. “The ones all about the stuff Dick’s done for Bludhaven?”

“And the photos,” Tim added. “The ones I took as a kid are one thing, but the one in the second floor hallway is nearly the size of a window.”

“Jesus, and the portrait with the flowers in the conservatory,” Jason groaned.

“Hang on!” Dick blurted, jerking forward in his seat to look wildly around the table.

Heat was beginning to crawl up his cheeks. It felt a little bit like someone grabbed reality by the neck and shook it, leaving him disoriented and dizzy.

“Hang on,” he repeated, when it became evident no one was going to interrupt him. “Bruce has gotten portraits done of all of us! There’s stuff all over the place about everyone here!”

The family exchanged looks.

“You are the only one with a marble bust,” Damian finally said, which was fairly damning on its own.

“And the only one with a dedicated room in the Cave,” Kate added.

“Also,” Cassandra said. “The amount.”

“Can’t go anywhere in this place without seein’ your face, Dickiebird,” Jason grimaced.

Dick thumped back against his seat, feeling shaken.

The thing about being the oldest was that he was simultaneously the most familiar with Wayne Manor, and the least. He’d moved out years ago, which meant his visits were short and usually involved specific rooms. His own, primarily.

If he thought about it, Dick couldn’t remember the last time he’d wandered the manor in its entirety. To him, the scattered family photos all seemed fairly proportionate, but there was no way that was true with how everyone was talking.

He could think of a few of them off the top of his head. A photo from his police academy graduation in Bruce’s office, the aforementioned portrait in the conservatory from a brief stint as a life drawing model in college. The marble bust was something he’d commissioned as a joke a few years back, he didn’t know Bruce kept it.

And they were right. There was a room dedicated to memorabilia from his exploits as Nightwing in the Cave. He’d never thought of it as strange before now. He’d been active as his own hero longer than anyone else, so it just kind of made sense.

The same could be said about the portraiture. Bruce first had him sit for a painter over a decade ago, back before words like “son” began to chafe. He’d been around the longest, so obviously he’d be the most omni-present. There was nothing strange about that.

Except.

Except that if there wasn’t, Bruce should be saying so. Should have said anything, at this point.

Dick turned to Bruce, who was staring blank faced at the table top. His jaw was tense, hands flat against the woodgrain. To an outside observer, he must have looked calm. To Dick, he was the picture of discomfort. Not afraid or in pain, just exposed, like a child with their hand in the cookie jar.

Almost a decade of rationalization suddenly looked a lot like willful obliviousness.

Every time Bruce’s hands lingered on him, Dick convinced himself it was a show of trust and nothing more. Whenever his eyes swept the length of his body, that was just him cataloguing any changes, potential injuries, maybe looking for areas he could improve. And his words? Bruce never meant the way his voice sometimes went low and husky, or the things he said which could be taken as double entendres.

Dick Grayson was not a creature of moderation, nor self-denial. If he’d let himself hope, ever even considered that maybe his feelings were returned–

“You know,” Alfred said, speaking for the first time since the intervention started. “Your father used to collect every photograph of your mother he came across.”

“Holy shit.”

Dick regretted it the moment the words tripped off his tongue. Whether it was his voice or the mention of his parents, Bruce decided he was done with the intervention. He shoved back from the table, making to stand.

“No!” Damian barked sharply, stilling his father where he stood. “You are not doing this, father. You are not going to walk away before we are through.”

“You’ve made your point.”

“Oh that was part one,” Barbara pushed her glasses up her nose. “You’re part two.”

“Me?” Dick pointed at himself. “What did I do?! I don’t have a gallery of–”

He clamped his mouth shut abruptly, primarily because Tim produced a tablet from god knew where and held it up menacingly. The threat was very much implied.

Jason snorted.

“No one needs to see your spank bank, Dickwing, you’re not that subtle.”

Offended, Dick tried to splutter out a defense. Cassandra gave him a smile from across the table.

“You really aren’t.”

“We aren’t shaming you two,” Alfred said, his tone gentle. “This comes from a place of concern.”

“For our sanity,” Stephanie added helpfully.

Duke elbowed her. “And yours.”

“We wish for your happiness, father. Richard.”

“And for someone to cut the sexual tension with a knife,” Kate agreed.

With that, the gathered family all seemed to conclude that their work here was done. They rose, almost in unison, chairs scraping across the carpet and clothes rustling as they dusted themselves off. Jason, Stephanie and Damian beelined for the door, Kate sauntering after them, while Cassandra linked her arm with Alfred’s.

“We’re going to give you guys some space,” she told them. “Talk.”

Barbara wheeled herself out with Tim on her heels, leaving Duke to shut the door after the last of them. Then it was just Bruce and Dick, alone in the massive dining room.

Dick didn’t realize he was still staring at the door until Bruce audibly dropped himself back into his chair with a sigh. He blinked and met the man’s gaze properly for the first time since dinner ended.

Bruce smiled wanly.

“World’s greatest detective,” he said dryly.

Dick barked out a short laugh, all tension draining from his body.

“Wow,” he chuckled. “We’ve been kinda stupid, huh?”

“I want to say I didn’t realize what I was doing, but that would be a lie.”

“Would it make you feel better if I admitted I’ve got some old issues of People Magazine you did spreads in?”

“Which ones?”

“I’m not admitting that until I see the painting that set this whole thing off.”

To his surprise and pleasure, Bruce’s cheekbones grew pink at the mention of the offending piece.

“I really did buy it to contribute to the charity.”

“Uh-huh. I remember you were talking to the artist for a while.”

“We may have a similar appreciation for your… form.”

Something warm burst behind Dick’s breastbone. The raw affection bled through him until he was sure it was visible on his face, a painfully besotted smile stretching his lips. Bruce’s mouth twitched in answer, his own smile small, but no less adoring.

“You should show me.”

“I think I should.”

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fuck or die/mutual non-con/sex pollen batfamily fic recs

A Midsummer Night's Terror: The Great Escape by kleine_aster, njw

A super-villain is on the loose, and he isn't called "The Kinkster" for nothing. On a hot Gotham summer's night, he entraps Batman and his allies, presenting them with a choice—to either succumb to lust, or perish in his maze. Badwrong ensues.

(kleine_aster's fabulous story, with a new ending by njw; posted with permission)

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

erotes by DairyFarmer

Tim never managed to get down to the lab in the cave before Ivy’s pollen wore off.

He was close a few times, got near a few of the entrances when somebody wanted to fuck him somewhere specific. But nobody ever left him alone long enough to reach it.

E | Underage | Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, Tim Drake/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake/Jason Todd

What to Do by withthekeyisking

They balked, at first. Tried to talk their way out of it, tried to figure out how they'd escape. Even tried to laugh it off.

But Falcone didn't budge. His deal was clear: either Batman and Nightwing fuck, or he'll kill them all. And with no clear way out and too many weapons to count pointed at them, they have no choice but to comply.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

a little annihilation by wingdingery

Dick knew something was wrong when he went to check on Bruce, but he’d expected it to be some kind of physical injury—a stab wound, maybe, or a broken bone.

In reality, Bruce had gotten himself dosed with a variant of sex pollen that could kill him if left alone. Dick is the only one around who can save him—and he’ll do it, whether Bruce wants him to or not.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

those hands pulled me from the earth by fanfictiongreenirises

Dick and Bruce are both exposed to sex pollen, and neither of them realise quite how potent it is.

DC Dark Week Day 3 - Consent Issues Part 1: Mutual Noncon

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Never Let Me Go by superbrat

"I want you, Bruce." he says and Bruce chokes, because he doesn’t, not like how it sounds.

"It’s because you're drugged, Dick."

"No," Dick breathes, confused wonderment written all over him, like he’s only just realized. "I don't think it is."

+++

Dick Grayson is kidnapped by sex traffickers, and when Bruce finds him, he's drugged to the gills and begging for Bruce to make it better. They both stumble on feelings they never knew existed.

E | Rape/Non-con | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Please by cadkitten

Of all the places Bruce thought he'd ever find himself, this was not one of them. Thirteen minutes ago Barbara had patched him through to Dick's comm, had heard his adopted son's labored breathing, heard the desperation in his voice when he pleaded with Bruce to come and get him from where he'd holed himself up at and to please bring the antitoxin.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Sins Of The Father by Nightwang

‘Tim makes the mistake of looking up then, and locks gazes with Bruce, who’s looking over his shoulder. Bruce turns away almost immediately, but not before Tim sees the look in his eyes, something almost indescribable, hollow and frightening. Tim clenches his bound hands into fists and prays he won’t be sick.‘

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson

Psyche-Soma by Fudgyokra

Bruce clenched his fists when he saw the flat side of the blade press against Dick’s crotch. “What is the Batman’s worst fear?”

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

Protocol by Disniq

Bruce got a face full of Ivy's pollen. There… there are protocols for this.

For BruRobin Week - Day 2: Somnophilia and Day 3: Sex Pollen

E | Underage | Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne (mentioned), Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne (mentioned)

(Grown) Into a Fine Young Man by blasphemybaker

Red Hood is in hot pursuit of Poison Ivy. Batman tries to warn him against chasing her when it is already too late. Jason has been infected with her pollen and Bruce is the only available cure.

Bottom Jason Todd Week 2023 Day 6 - Gentle Rape/Nonviolent Noncon | Possessive/Obsessive Behaviour | Jason is the Youngest AU

E | Rape/Non-Con | Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

Only A Catalyst by coffeelacedwords

It's moments like this that Jason thinks there's merit to the whole 'you didn't come back right' thing.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

Red light, Yellow light, Green light by sunsh4ne

Robin is affected by sex pollen and Batman will always do anything to help out Robin.

Bottom Bruce Wayne October

Day 6: sex pollen/aphrodisiac

E | Underage | Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

Patrol With Me by Anonymous

"Come on B, you have to admit it's a little funny." Jason shifted uselessly where he sat, trying to swallow past how raw his voice sounded, the way he couldn't quite keep his breath even. "I'm surprised this is the first time this has happened to us honestly, the stories Dick has told me I mean–"

"Stop talking."

A run in with Ivy turns a routine night of patrol into something else entirely.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

Fever by October_rust

After an encounter with Poison Ivy, Jason has to take care of a compromised Batman.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

Blood on Our Hands by cadkitten

Fate. Luck. Fucking, Karma, the damn bitch. He's no sure which of them put him on this rooftop, watching the disaster below unfold. All he knows is he has to do something. Granted, he and Bruce are still on the outs, but that doesn't mean he can bring himself to just walk away, seeing Bruce and Damian getting their asses beat. He can't have that blood on his hands. Won't have that blood on his hands.

E | Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne

Don't Look by cadkitten

"Don't look." The plea came out desperate, half-gasped, as Jason fell to his knees, hands frantically ripping at his clothing.

E | Underage | Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

what a harbour I've become by PlatoSaysNo

A drug bust gone wrong leads Robin to his first time, unfortunately.

E | Underage | Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne

Glittering Eyes by withthekeyisking

It was Jason's case, and he didn't need any help, no matter what Dick seemed to think.

Now, staring at the kneeling form of his older brother and the smug smirk on Slade Wilson's face, Jason can admit that maybe he's in over his head.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Slade Wilson

My Brother’s Keeper by Nightwang

“He’d read once that a possible symptom of a heart attack was an impending sense of doom. You knew something bad was going to happen, but you weren’t quite sure what it was going to be. In that moment Dick knew that whatever Roman was about to say it was going to be bad.”

Dick and Jason are forced into a terrible situation.

For this prompt on the DC Kinkmeme.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Jason Tod

Cascading Failures by sirenseven

He's suffered before, and he'll suffer again, and right now he needs to suffer through this too. He'll survive it. It's just his brain telling him he can't.

Or, fuck-or-die, but without any secret pining or remotely romantic feelings. Sometimes it's just guilt and horror.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

safehouse by Jezebunny

When Jason shows up to help Dick, he's moments too late to stop him from being hit by a new formula, derived from one of Ivy's sex pollens.

Of course, it's not as hard to fuck him as it probably should be, given that they're brothers.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

to perish twice by Anonymous

“Jay,” Dick gasps, and when Jason opens his eyes, he’s smiling. He’s smiling.

Something in Jason’s chest gets dislodged between one breath and the next. Something in Jason’s chest is lost forever in the crush of his lungs inflating.

He’s beautiful, he’s so beautiful, and Jason’s hard-on makes him feel monstrous, unclean, tainted. He wraps his heavy arms around Dick’s torso and kisses him again. Anything to stop Dick looking at him like that.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

getting the job done by Eriord

Jason is undercover, trying to infiltrate a gang. Dick is trying to do the same as a stripper.

There's no reason to expect their paths would cross on their first day.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Iceberg by sarriathmg

Two weeks ago. Iceberg Lounge…

The kissing, those sweet nothings whispered… all along with the rocking and the heaving, trivializing the leering of Cobblepot and his men, as if it were only the two of them, as if this isn’t Penguin’s lounge but in one of their safe houses.

And now, two weeks later, Jason is barely hanging on by a thread. He can't stop thinking about Dick, his breathing, his kiss, and his words—“Tell me if I hurt you.”

…to make things worse, his brother is now also stalking him.

Jason can't avoid Dick forever.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

fingerprints all over me (now my throat's choked up and I can't breathe) by lostandlonelybirds (RUNNFROMTHEAK)

“I don’t have my comm, Dick,” is whispered over bare skin as Jason leans in.

There’s a laugh, throaty and wet. No joke has been offered, but no joke is needed.

Two men walk into a bar. Neither walks out.

(Dick is the punchline.)

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

A Secret For Another Soul by boyhostage

Of all the things to be woken up by in the middle of the night, Dick hadn't expected Jason Todd.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson (mentioned)

brother dear by gayrights1987

Dick and Jason investigate a new date rape drug. Black Mask invites them to perform for him.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Roman Sionis/Jason Todd

don't say no, just say now by crookedspoon

Jason wakes up next to Dick, drugged up to his ears. They are not alone.

Or, the one in which Slade wins Nightwing and Red Hood in an auction and decides to get his money's worth.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

I See Myself in You by Fudgyokra

To say the mission had gone disastrously would’ve been a major understatement.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tim Drake/Dick Grayson

He ain't heavy by BearlyWriting

For the DC Kinkmeme prompt:

Jason and Tim are in the clutches of a villain together and the villain demands that the two of them provide some entertainment by fucking each other or risk some form of punishment.

Also, for BJTW day four: Fuck or Die.

"And that’s the crux of it. Because what Roman is suggesting - demanding - is sick and twisted and awful, but it’s a hundred times better than having to watch the slathering alphas in the room rape Tim. Jason can smell the heavy alpha arousal in the air, hear their excited breathing. He knows that letting them touch either of them would be a total disaster. At least this way, Tim won’t get hurt."

E | Rape/Non-Con | Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Jason Todd/Roman Sionis, both of those are forced, Tim Drake & Jason Todd

Force-Fed by meaninglessblah

Tim lives a surreal life as a co-victor of the recent Hunger Games, forced to play the role of the enemies-to-lovers couple with his would-be murderer Jason. But he knows, so long as he plays his part, he can survive the Capitol's obsession with him. He just has to take each day at a time, smile for the cameras, and make no waves.

When Tim discovers the price for survival is set far higher than he ever dreaded it could be, he's not sure he wants to pay the price. He's not sure he has a choice, anyway.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Tim Drake/Ra's al Ghul, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson

Turn My Soul (into a raging fire) by kieran_granola

Not long after his confrontation with Bruce and the Joker, Jason crosses paths with an angry Poison Ivy. She accidentally triggers his heat before leaving him for Robin to find.

Still scared and angry about the incident at Titans Tower, Tim has no choice but to help Jason work through his heat when it turns out that he's been abusing suppressants and could very well die without an alpha to help.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Tim Drake/Jason Todd

Die a Hero, Become the Villain by arabmorgan

Jason had broken into Robin’s safe space and beaten him bloody mere months ago, and now the boy was tucked against his chest, trembling like a wet puppy.

It just wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.

It would have been infinitely better for them both if that fateful day had remained Robin’s worst nightmare.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Jason Todd (implied)

doomed just enough by withthekeyisking

When Dick and Damian get captured by Black Mask, they're given a simple and sadistic ultimatum: fuck or die.

Dick is horrified, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he has to have sex with a boy he views as his son. But Damian has been harboring feelings for his mentor for a long time now, and it's hard to pretend otherwise when he's finally getting Dick beneath him.

E | Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne

Obedience by Val_Creative

Taking orders never has been difficult for him, Dick suspects. Everything else can be.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne

two birds on a wire by tentaclemonster

Damian is dying and Slade is the only one with the cure. Dick is willing to do whatever it takes to get it, even if it means hurting Damian in order to save him.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson/Damian Wayne

Repeat of Case 9304 by cadkitten

Jason lands beside him a second later, dropping down off one of the AC units. He crouches and grasps Damian's chin, tips his head up and stares him down. "Can you still give consent? Or do you want me to knock you out?" When Damian just gapes at him, Jason flicks open one of the pouches on his belt, extracts a dangerous looking needle, and says again, "Last chance. If you can still tell me you want whatever happens, I let you stay conscious. Otherwise, night night little birdie."

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Jason Todd/Damian Wayne

Tie A Knot And Hang On by Nightwang

‘Duke yelps, jerking away. Except Dick comes with him, a strained little grunt escaping him and Duke realises with dawning horror that they’re chained together.’

For the Dick Rare Pair Challenge prompts Duke Thomas and Chained Together.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Duke Thomas

Helpless by Nightwang

‘“What do you want?” Nightwing snapped.

The mercenary smirked. “You.”

Tim’s stomach dropped.’

Slade makes a deal.

E | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Smokescreen by wednesday He’d never in a million years do this with Deathstroke, except it’s exactly what Dick is doing now. Couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to. The skin to kin contact feels like a leash, a whirlpool dragging Dick in and drowning him in the sharpness of every exaggerated sensation.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

in the dark dark night by wednesday Jason's attempt to poison the second of his instructors goes awry when Deathstroke happens to be visiting said instructor the same night.

E | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

I will not take prey on you by BearlyWriting

‘Roman laughs again. His hand comes up to cup the back of Jason’s neck. His mouth is stretched wide with amusement, teeth flashing against the black of his melted mask.

“You’re serious?” he says, a little breathlessly. “You’re seriously going to offer your own ass up to save them?”’

For bottomjasontoddweek Day 1: Forced to submit/allow himself to be raped to save someone.

E | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con | Roman Sionis/Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Other(s), Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Feeling Trapped by Skalidra

Jason's seen a lot of weird shit in his life. It comes hand in hand with the whole hero thing. Magic, aliens, ghosts, weird mutations that have no business actually happening. Jason's seen a lot, and he's had enough experience to know that there's always something weirder he hasn't gotten to yet. He also knows a lot of it he isn't going to like, because that's his luck. He never gets the cool weird things. He gets the ones that try to eat his face, more often than not.

So waking up groggy and in a cell he's got absolutely no memory of isn't shocking, exactly. It's just unnerving, and really fucking unwelcome.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

Like A Man Possessed by meaninglessblah

When he opens his eyes again, Damian’s rising from his crouch, expression solemn and focused. It looks like him, Tim thinks, and smothers another groan as the room pulses.

It’s not. He knows it’s not.

He hopes it’s not.

E | Rape/Non-Con | Tim Drake/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake/Ra's al Ghul, Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne, Ra's al Ghul/Dick Grayson

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