Gilded Lily- Jason Todd x reader

Fear

Trigger warnings: murder, kidnapping, extreme fear and anxiety, blood, violence

Drip. Splat.

Drip. splat.

Drip. Splat.

Y/n's blood ran down her cheek, dropping in small pools around her feet. Her wrists burned from the lacerations caused by the tightly bound rope that kept her to her chair.

She couldn't see.

She couldn't hear.

Her captor had completely deprived her of her senses, leaving her in constant fear and the overwhelming anxiety of not knowing where the next punch, kick or even stab would come from. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know who's hands her life rested in.

Every time she thought her captor had walked away and she had a chance to breathe another painful blow would remind her that she could never be that lucky.

He hit her again.
And again.
And again.
And again.

"Will this ever end?" Y/n thought to herself. The only thing she felt she could do was take the hits as her salty tears soaked her blindfold. She couldn't even cry out from the pain with the tape on her mouth.

She felt like giving up. She could feel all the hope slowly draining from her with each passing moment that she was bound to that rickety old chair.

She had at this point accepted her fate and stopped trying to struggle. She became numb to the pain, numb to the fear. She felt like she'd dropped from the top of Wayne tower and was too exhausted to pick herself up or to even fight for her own life.

She was alone in the cold, empty darkness with no hope for rescue.

It had been days since her kidnapping. Her father had been a foolish man who'd put his gambling addiction over the life of his daughter. He'd found himself in massive debt to Falcone and gave his daughter to him in exchange for the money to dig himself out of his hole and start his life over, away from his mistakes, away from the mistress that had become pregnant with his daughter and ruined his marriage. He murdered Y/n's mother, bulgening her to death with a hammer and pushed the wife he'd been unfaithful to off the second floor balcony of her manor. He only kept Y/n as a potential gambling chip, which proved to work in his favor. If Y/n had been a boy she too would've been killed. Falcone had no use for a little boy but a little girl had many exploits and could make him a lot of money.

Y/n's anger with her father was drowned out by the fear that flowed through her veins like electricity. Her heart pounded in her ears, the only sound she'd heard in days. She tried to keep her resolve but she failed as she again began to fear for her life.

She felt like she was going crazy. Being deprived of her voice, sight and hearing for days had begun to take a toll on her broken mind.

It felt like she had a storm in her head. Her thoughts were swirling around like leaves in the strong winds of worry and anxiety. What would happen to her? Where was she? Would she die here? Would she ever get out of this place or would she be forgotten and left to starve? Would she ever be found or would she just be another missing person in a cold case?

She didn't know. That uncertainty made her terrified.

Y/n flinched at the feeling of gloved hands on her arms. Who was this and what would they do to her now? What more did she have to give?

Y/n's blindfold was lifted and for the first time in the five days she was missing, Y/n could see. The sight she was greeted with was everything she'd hoped for.

The Batman had come to save her.

Next came the ropes while the Bat's first partner removed the tape. Y/n became hysterical. She'd been so scared and alone for so long but finally someone was here for her.

Robin tended to her wounds while Batman secured the exit. The "Locke Case" as Gordon had named it, was finally solved. James Locke had been arrested for two counts of murder, aid in kidnapping, aid in child trafficking and child endangerment. To top it off his young daughter that had been sold into sex trafficking had been found and rescued.

"You're going to be okay, kid. We've got you." Robin hugged the girl and wiped away her tears."You're safe now."

Robin held the girl tighter. He could tell she was terrified, exhausted, hurt and confused. It broke his heart to think what could've happened if they hadn't found her in time. She would've been transported to an underground smuggling ring along with other young women and they would've never been able to find her.

"This way!" Batman's call snapped Robin out of his thoughts. He nodded and picked the little girl up, following his partner out a hole in the wall and to the roof of the building next door. They paused for a moment.

"What're we going to do with her, Batman?" Robin asked, concern lacing his tone.

"I don't know but first we need to get her out of here." Batman pointed to the thugs that had pushed through the door to the roof. "Take her to the Batmobile. I'll worry about these guys."

Robin nodded, taking off once more. He trusted his partner and knew it'd be best not to argue. He lept from rooftop to rooftop, holding Y/n tightly. She rested her head on his shoulder and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" Robin asked.

Y/n sniffled in response.

"We're going to take care of you. We've got you."

Y/n cried into Robin's yellow cape, this time her tears were driven more by relief than pain or fear. She relaxed a little and spoke a soft,

"Thank you."

Her voice was shaky and her tone uneven, but those two words carried strong emotion with them.

Robin furrowed his brow. One thing about Dick Grayson is he has a big heart. His emotional intelligence, and genuine care for others is what makes him such a good hero. This is also why Y/n found herself beginning to relax. She felt safe with him and trusted him to keep her safe.

"Try to relax more. It'll help to prevent tension with your injuries." Robin was very worried about the girl's condition. She seemed like she could pass out at any moment.

"If you need to sleep you can rest. We're almost to the Batmobile. Batman usually keeps a blanket in the backseat." Robin smiled at the girl. It was a sweet smile but Y/n could read the slightest hint of concern. She smiled back and nodded.

"I'm exhausted." She sighed lightly resting on his shoulder again. Robin stroked the girl's back with his thumb in soothing circles.

"Just hold on a little longer. I promise we're almost there."

After a few more moments of running, Robin dropped down from a fire escape and put the girl in the Batmobile's backseat. He unfolded the
Blanket and gingerly laid it over her. He then sat behind the passenger seat so he could be with her.

Y/n stretched out across the whole back seat. She winced when her arm brushed her bruised side. She was miserable and Robin picked up on this.

"I'll keep you safe I promise. Please try to sleep." Robin spoke very softly.

Y/n closed her eyes but it was hard not to go back to that room. It felt like she was right back there. She began to panic. She tried to remind herself that she was safe and could rest. Robin nervously shifted on the floor, earning a startled flinch from the girl. She'd gotten so used to movement being a trigger for physical abuse.

Robin apologized, being careful to keep his voice low. He grabbed Y/n's hand and squeezed.

"I'm right here. I won't let anyone touch you."

Y/n rolled over on her side where she was face to face with Robin, their hands still intertwined.

"See? Right here." Robin touched her hand to his chest so she could feel his heartbeat. Y/n took deep breaths.

"He's holding my hand. I can feel his heartbeat." Y/n gripped the soft blanket, "I have a blanket. There weren't any blankets there and there was nobody there to hold my hand." Y/n let out a shaky breath, "That's right. Because I'm not there anymore. I'm safe."

Before she knew it Y/n had fallen asleep.