Chapter Text
If Jason had a dollar for every time he was kidnapped, he’d be richer than Bruce. Most of the time, it was no big deal. He could hardly even call it kidnapping!
Most of the time, it was some low-level thug who got the jump on Jason and got him cuffed in some shoddy basement. Usually during those ‘kidnappings’, he managed to escape within an hour and typically only got a few bruises and scrapes. A few times, it was more serious. He can recall being beaten pretty badly by one of Black Mask’s men, and then, of course, The Joker with the crowbar. But incidents like that were pretty rare. He was almost always able to escape without serious damage.
This was not one of those times.
Jason suppressed a grunt of pain as he was backhanded again. He grinned, ignoring how that made his bottom lip and cheek throb in pain. “Someone seems a little tense.” He said, turning to spit out blood. “Have you ever considered taking yoga classes instead?”
He was unable to suppress the pained and breathless noise he made when he was punched in the gut. And then, the man took a step back, shaking off his hand. This guy was just some hired underling, but Jason had already met his host. He knew this was no small-scale operation and every wound he acquired would make escape harder. But Jason was a loudmouth and couldn’t help it.
“Aw, didya hurt your wrist? I hope your boss isn’t paying you any more than a handful of crumpled bills. Hell, even that might be above your pay grade.”
“Shut. Your fucking mouth!” The man shouted, grabbing a baseball bat from the table and raising it to hit Jason in the head.
“Stand down.” Came a cold, steady voice.
Reluctantly, the man dropped his arm and backed away. But Jason was too focused on the new arrival to care. There, imposing and large, stood Deathstroke. Aka, Slade Wilson.
“Oh, finally came to play? I was wondering how long I’d have to wait to hear your stupid ass monologue. What is it with you villains and ranting about your life stories?”
“Hm. Lack of self-preservation and being a constant nuisance must be family traits.”
“Pretty much,” Jason said.
“I do hope my men didn’t make too much of a mess out of you,” Slade said, coming forward to cup Jason’s face in his hands. He turned Jason’s head to inspect the quickly forming bruise. “I need you in proper working condition for my plans.”
Jason snapped his jaws at the hand, hoping to sink his teeth into the thin bones and break them. But Slade snatched his hand back too quickly. And Jason is fully expecting the slap across the face that follows, but that doesn’t mean it’s pleasant.
He takes a moment to recover, spitting more blood onto the floor. His face has it the worst. Double black eyes, covered in bruises, his lip was split, and the inside of his cheek was sliced open by his teeth. Jason had taken a bat swing to the side, but he didn’t think his ribs were broken, and his arms ached from being bound like this for hours, but otherwise he was alright. And if possible, he should keep it that way so he could be in the best condition possible for whatever escape plan he concocts.
“I have a task for you, boy. One, simple, small task. After that, you’re free to go.” Slade said.
“Really? You went through all the trouble to get me here just for a single task?” Jason asked, not buying a single word.
“Yes.” He said neutrally. “Just one thing. And then, you’ll be released right back where my men grabbed you.”
“And why would I believe you?”
Slade chuckles. “Oh, little one, you don’t have any choice.” He said. “I’m a man of my word. I don’t make promises often, but I will promise you will be freed before day breaks if you follow my instructions.”
“What is it?” Jason growled.
The man didn’t answer. He just made a gesture with his hands, and three men grabbed Jason, undoing the rope that had kept him bound to the pole. His hands were still cuffed, and now these guys had a firm grip on his shoulders, but at least the pressure was off his arms.
Without another word, Slade turned and started walking. The men shoved Jason along so he had no choice but to follow. The whole walk, Jason’s eyes darted this way and that, looking for possible escape routes. But there were no windows, and the walls were solid stone. They might even be underground, but he didn’t know. Jason knew they had to be somewhere in or near Gotham, but didn’t know much more than that; he had been blindfolded and swapped between multiple cars on the way here.
Jason was led into a large, dark room with a big computer on the wall and multiple smaller ones near it. In the darkness, it would’ve almost been impossible to see the figure standing there. He probably wouldn’t have noticed them if it wasn’t for the blue light reflecting off their mask. They were completely still, maybe not even breathing, standing at parade rest facing the screens, dressed in a similar (albeit slightly different) garish orange and black costume that Slade wore. But they had an S symbol over the left side of their chest and a bulky collar around their neck along with a full-body costume that didn’t let even a hint of skin show.
He grimaced at the figure, but the person didn’t move even slightly. Slade stopped Jason and shooed his men away. He walked over to the motionless figure, caressing their face.
“Jason, this is my apprentice, Renegade.”
“That’s a shitty name.” Jason sneered. The figure didn’t react at all. Were they breathing? Jason really couldn’t tell. “What? Allergic to talking, Renegade?” He spat the name with venom.
“Renegade is forbidden from speaking without my express permission. And since they’re being punished currently, they’re not allowed to move without my say-so either.”
“Ooooh, I see,” Jason said, fake joviality entering his voice. “So they’re your bitch, not your apprentice.” He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw the smallest twitch of movement from Renegade at Jason’s words.
“Regardless of what term you prefer, Renegade here is the reason why you’re here now,” Slade said. “You’ll be dolling out their punishment.”
“What? Are you fucking serious? You brought me all the way here to punish your little toy? Why? Because you can’t be bothered to?”
“Not at all. I brought you here because Jason Todd is the only one capable of giving a punishment worse than anything I could hope to give.” Slade said.
Jason sighed, feeling disgusted and uncomfortable but not seeing any way out of this. “Ok. Fine. Whatever. What’d you have in mind? Having me make them run laps? Drop down and give me fifty push-ups?”
“Not quite,” Slade said. He moved to be between Renegade and Jason. “I want you to have sex with them.”
Both Jason and Renegade jumped. He blinked hard, uncomprehending. What the hell? What words just came out of Slade’s mouth? Because he must be mistaken.
“No,” Jason said, as though he was offended by the very thought.
“Mm. As I thought.” Slade turned to the screens and pressed a button. “Do you know what this is?”
The screen changed. Now, it showed vital signs: heart rates, oxygen saturation, blood pressure, and respiratory rate for four people. Jason’s breathing stopped when he read the name above each data set. Batman, Red Robin, Robin, and Nightwing.
“How do you have this?”
“Because I’ve implanted microscopic explosives in their systems. At the click of a button, I could detonate the explosives, instantaneously killing all four of Gotham’s precious birds.” Slade said.
Jason couldn’t breathe. He and the demon brat never got along, but he was just a kid; he was Jason’s family whether he liked it or not. His replacement was actually pretty chill. Jason and Tim didn’t get along at first, and he still felt bitter about being replaced after his death, but he didn’t want Tim to die. Bruce and Jason’s relationship had been turbulent, but he owed Bruce so much and did love him deep down. And Dick. His older brother. The only member of this dysfunctional family that Jason felt he could be completely open with.
He watched Dick’s heart rate and respiratory rate increase as his own did. He wondered what Dick was doing now to make his heart rate and breathing go up. Probably in the gym or on patrol, just starting to get ramped up for the night. And the thought that he could die right now from just the click of a button was horrible.
“Why me?” Jason snapped, forcing his gaze from the screen to glare at Slade. “You could have anyone do this. You could do-“ He stumbled over the words in disgust. “You could do it yourself. So why? Why go through all this trouble just to have me rape your apprentice?”
“Don’t get all egotistical about this; it’s not about you. You are just a pawn in a game I’m playing. And it would delight me to watch you stomp all over one of the few morals that you have.”
Jason’s eyes darted to Renegade. They hadn’t moved; they were just staring at the screen, watching Dick’s heart rate rise. “How do I even know this is real?”
“Do you really want to risk it?” Slade asked. Jason could practically hear his shit-eating grin. “One button press and they’ll be gone.”
Did he want to risk it? Jason’s hands trembled. He could call Slade’s bluff, or he could betray his morals and have sex with someone who has no choice but to obey. Neither option seemed good.
Tentatively, Jason reached a hand out to Renegade’s arm. The person cringed away subtly, shrinking into themself. And that settled it.
“I can’t,” Jason said firmly, crossing his arms. They cringed away. Hid from his touch. This wasn’t some weird cuck fantasy that Deathstroke and Renegade enjoyed; this wasn’t a little annoyance that Renegade would soon forget; it was rape. Flat-out, sexual assault.
“Hm. Perhaps you need some more incentive."
He heard Renegade take a breath in. Slade pressed a few buttons on his gauntlet, then pulled out a detonator from his pocket. Eyes wide, Jason felt his stomach drop.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He hissed.
“Since you don’t believe me, I think you should see for yourself.”
The dull click sound may as well have been a gunshot. There was a split second where nothing happened, and for a moment, Jason hopefully believed it was indeed just a bluff. But then, the readings started going off the charts.
Panic slammed into him as he watched all of their heart rates and respiratory rates spike. An alarm started ringing from the screen as their oxygen saturation and blood pressure started fluctuating wildly. He could picture them collapsing to the ground, screaming and crying as whatever the hell was going on raged war on their systems.
“What are you doing?!” He shouted.
“The detonation takes a minute,” Slade said casually, as if discussing the weather. “Detonation will occur in ten, nine, eight,”
“Wait, stop!”
“Seven, six, five,”
“Fucking stop, stop, I- I’ll do it!”
“What’s the magic word?”
Jason clenches his fists. “Please stop.” He begged.
Slade chuckled gloatingly, clicking the button twice. Jason’s eyes snapped to the screen as the alarm stopped, and he watched his family’s vitals slowly go back down. They weren’t normal and probably wouldn’t be for a good few minutes, but the immediate danger was over.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He clicked a few buttons on his gauntlet again. Jason stood there, trembling and panting with barely restrained rage. “Now, get to it. I have all the time in the world, but you probably want to leave as soon as possible, and the quickest way to do that is to follow my orders.”
He wanted to kill this bastard. The first chance he gets, he’s going to throat-fuck this stupid pig with the biggest knife he has and then leave him to bleed out. The green bubbled in Jason’s eyes like a cauldron, but there was nothing he could do now.
Jason turned towards Renegade, who now had their shoulders slumped in defeat. Sickness rolled in Jason’s stomach. Neither of them wanted this, but Jason couldn’t let his family die.
Slade grabbed Jason’s arms, uncuffing him. “You are free to move, Apprentice. But any unexpected movements will elicit punishment.”
Renegade turned to him, defeat etched into their every movement. It would be incredibly difficult to get an erection, let alone go through with this, considering the fact Jason had never been less turned on in his life. But this had to be done. He would at least do his best to make this as painless and “enjoyable” as he could.
He stepped closer, pushing his body up against the stiff figure before him and kissed them on the cheek through the mask. They turned their head to give him more access, complying with Jason’s touches and gentle kisses. He wrapped his arms around them and backed them up against the wall, as far away from Slade as he could get them.
Jason pressed his face into their neck. “Don’t suppose you have any weapons on you?” He asked as quietly as he could. They shook their head. “Fucking brilliant. You have any escape plans?” He asked. Again, they shook their head. “Shit. Um… damnit. If you get any brilliant plans, I’m all ears. But for now… I’m sorry about this.”
This was far from Jason’s first time; he knew what he was doing. He knew if he couldn’t get the two of them at least a little aroused, this would be extremely difficult and painful. So, that’s what he decided to focus on.
He pressed kisses against their throat, trailing up to their jaw. They took in a slow, shaky breath, hands gripping the back of Jason’s jacket. His other hand came up to caress their face, swiping a finger over their cheek in a display of affection.
One of his fingers slips under the mask, feeling the warmth of their skin. But before he could pull it off, Renegade reels backward, violently shaking their head. “Sorry, I should’ve asked,” Jason said, moving back by a fraction to give them some breathing room. “I’ll ask next time.”
Although he couldn’t see their eyes, he saw their head drift towards something over Jason’s shoulder. He turned his head, seeing Slade still standing there, watching them. Jason suppressed a growl. This guy couldn’t make this situation any less appealing if he tried, and that was making it harder to just get this over with.
“Are you just gonna have us shag right here on the fucking wall?” Jason growled. “And are you just gonna stand there like a sad cuck the whole time?”
“You’re allowed to use whatever surface in this space you want,” Slade said impassively.
“You’re a bastard, you know that?”
“The more breath you waste on meaningless insults, the more impatient I get.”
Jason grumbled in annoyance. Maybe he could get through this by fantasizing about all the ways he’d kill Slade the second he got the chance to. He looked around, seeing a table covered in papers.
He wrapped his arms around their waist and picked them up. Renegade was surprisingly light, and they immediately complied, wrapping their arms around him and trying not to throw off his balance, as if obedience had been forcibly instilled in their psyche. Jason didn’t like that. He’d never been into mindless obedience; he was way more interested in fiery men and women who wouldn’t give him the time of day without Jason earning it.
He set Renegade down on the table, a little peeved that he’d have to start over again because Slade was being the biggest douche bag imaginable. Jason pressed another kiss to their jaw, sliding a hand down their body. Renegade did indeed have a very nice body; toned, lean, and lanky. It honestly made Jason feel a little bad considering that his face was all fucked up and he probably didn’t look nearly half as appealing as he would on a normal day. Still, he pushed on.
Getting down lower, he set his hand on the bottom of the top half of their costume. “Can I take this off?” They hesitate. “Or at least pull it up a little?” Stiffly, they nod.
Lifting the fabric, he exposed flesh that was a few shades darker and warmer than his. Renegade was covered in bruises and welts and cuts, some that looked old and faded and some that looked fresh and painful. He was very careful with his hands now, only letting his fingertips graze the heated flesh before closing the space between them and kissing their stomach.
With his lips pressed against the soft flesh of their stomach, he could feel Renegade tremble. It took a moment for Jason to suspect that they were crying, and that was only confirmed when they sniffled. Jason felt sickness curl up in his stomach.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” Jason whispered. He got up, leaning over them to whisper in their ear. “We’re gonna get you out of this. As soon as we get through this, I’m getting help, and then I’m gonna kill that piece of shit who’s doing this to you.”
He slid his hand up their belly, from the waistband of their suit to the bottom of their ribs, keeping his touch gentle and soothing. Jason pressed a kiss over their masked lips, hand moving from where it was braced near their head to now caress their face. Slowly, Renegade wraps their arms around Jason’s neck. Jason kisses them again, deeper and slower, almost an apology.
And then, he moved down. He took their hand, lacing their fingers together in a way that was supposed to feel comforting but instead was strangely intimate. Jason trailed kisses from the bottom of their ribs to right over the lowest part of their stomach, slowly sinking to his knees in between their legs. He tentatively pressed a kiss to their groin, not knowing what to expect. A warm and very soft cunt is what meets his lips.
Renegade takes in a shaky breath, their body trembling. Jason looked up at them, but their gaze remained fixed on the ceiling. He hooks a finger around the waistband of their pants.
“Can I pull these off?” He asked. They stiffly nod.
He tugs them down enough to give Jason good access. With his free hand, he grabbed their thigh and pushed their legs further apart. The inner part of their thigh was so soft and warm under Jason’s lips. He licks the skin, lightly dragging his teeth across it. Renegade lets out a shaky noise.
Jason was glad to see they were starting to get a little wet. It would make this so much easier. He shifts his focus from their thigh to their cunt, licking the plush lips and teasing their entrance. A hand found its way to the back of his head. Not yanking, not trying to pull him close or push him away, just there.
When his tongue slid into Renegade, their legs locked around his head. Jason couldn’t complain; they had really nice and powerful legs. He just focused on making the other moan and loosen up.
After he got them to the point of dripping, he shifted his focus to their clit. The first little lick made Renegade’s hips jolt, their legs squeezing tighter. His hand tightened on their thigh, a steady and grounding gesture as he worked hard to get them to cum. Sucking and licking on their clit, only coming up for air when he needed it. One of Jason’s fingers slides into Renegade’s tight and wet heat.
They are loose enough to take him up to the knuckle, but they still arch their back with the first true moan so far. Jason takes note of their masculine and slightly familiar voice. He tries not to think about it, instead focusing on fingering them open and bringing them to orgasm.
“Look at you.” Came Slade’s cold voice. Jason had to hold back a growl. “At first, you were a pathetic, sniffling, crybaby about this, but now you’re moaning like a whore. How do you not feel ashamed of yourself?”
Green flares within Jason once again. His hand tightens on Renegade’s thigh, digging his nails in. The other jumped a bit, unconsciously rocking their hips down against Jason’s mouth.
The original plan was to bring Renegade to climax before getting started. But Jason just wanted to get this over with, and Renegade clearly wasn’t a virgin because they were loose enough to take him. So, he pulled away, standing up. Their legs relax, letting him go without complaint.
Jason, studiously not looking at Slade, unzips his pants. Renegade whimpers, but doesn’t resist as Jason lines himself up. He takes it slow, pushing in inch by inch. Still, Renegade tips their head back and cries out.
The tightness is addictive, the slick and warmth are so intense that it’s dizzying. Jason would’ve probably enjoyed this if it was under any other circumstances. He wished for a moment that he could see their face, that he could’ve done this on his own terms, taking Renegade to bed and taking his time with them. But there was no time to be taken; they needed to end this.
He pulls out to the tip and slides in again. With a gasp, their arm locks around Jason’s neck, gripping his hand tightly. Jason grunts in effort and pleasure as he begins thrusting, pressing Renegade’s hand down to the table near their head.
“You never moaned this much for me, Apprentice. Then again, I was more focused on hearing those beautiful screams of yours. But I know it’s destroying you inside to know just how much you’re enjoying this.”
Jason growled, wishing again he could kill that son of bitch. His thrusts sped up, the tip of his cock kissing Renegade’s cervix with each one. Renegade’s voice was loud, full of pleasure and misery as they sang their woes to the darkness of the room.
Grabbing their other hand, Jason presses that one down to the table as well, pinning both their hands. He kisses Renegade, rough and passionate. The other squirms, wiggling their hips a little as an unconscious response to the tidal waves of pleasure rocking through them.
“Don’t focus on him. Focus on me.” Jason said, voice low. Renegade whimpers. “You’re not weak or pathetic or any other bullshit he’s fed you. I’m gonna get you out of here.” He grunts, feeling warmth build in his lower stomach.
Despite being close, it’s Renegade who cums first. Their spine arches, a scream of pleasure falling from them, as their cunt tightens around him. Jason can’t help but moan as well, squeezing his eyes closed as he fucks harder and sloppier into the trapped body below him.
Then, he came, pushed right up against their cervix. Rolling waves of pleasure forced debauched noises from his mouth as he did so. Now that he was still, he could feel Renegade’s heartbeat thudding against him.
Slow clapping filled the air. “What a show,” Slade said.
Jason growled, pulling out and zipping his pants. “Are we done here?”
“Yes, yes, I will allow you to go home. Your job is complete; the last step I needed to ensure my apprentice here will never try to disobey me or run away.” He said.
He looked towards Renegade. They were still. Painfully still. Once again, Jason couldn’t tell if they were breathing, and they hadn’t bothered to close their legs or sit up or anything. They were like a broken doll, used and dropped whenever they lay.
Jason felt completely sick.
Sharply, he turned towards Slade. “I’m going to kill you.” He said, no trace of uncertainty anywhere in his voice. “And I’m going to make it hurt.”
“You’re certainly welcome to try,” Slade said.
After that, Jason was recuffed, and Slade’s men were called back. They manhandled him out of the room, one of them shoving a bag over his head. But as he was being shoved out of the room, he heard one last thing from Slade to Renegade.
“Congratulations, Apprentice; your wings have been fully clipped.”