Don't Fear the Reaper

45) Choosing Violence :)

A/N: I am so tired so I skimmed this instead of editing it, but it is long so... PEMDAS

Reaper did not forgive them when he woke up. He was furious. He hit the walls until his fists were bloody, and then he did it some more. Any person who went into the room was attacked, and when they resorted to cuffing him to the hospital bed so that he couldn't harm himself any further, he attacked them verbally. It had been a week since they brought him in and he still hadn't calmed down.

Alfred walked into the cave with a tray of food. "It is time that someone gives our guest his dinner and as the young masters are quite fond of saying, 'not it'."

All the bat kids, excluding Cass who wasn't there at the moment, groaned, none of them wanting to do it. They were glad that the demigod was out of the al Ghuls clutches, but god damn had he become mean. They could usually force Bruce to do it, but the man was on the Watchtower at the minute.

"I did it last time," Jason said. "I say we send in Tim. He hasn't taken a turn yet." 

Tim glared at him from his wheelchair. "Today is my first day off of bed rest. I literally couldn't have if I wanted to— though, for the record, I don't want to."

"Master Tim is excused from 'Reaper Duty' until he is no longer wheelchair bound," Alfred said, setting the tray on one of the tables.

"Well I went the time before Todd," Damian said, crossing his arms. "He called me dead inside turncoat who would never live up to father's legacy."

Jason scoffed. "You think that's bad? He said that the biggest favorite anyone's ever done for me was when Joker killed me because it finally gave me an excuse for why I'm such a disappointment to Bruce."

"He called me a cheap imitation of a Robin," Duke said, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat. "Said that the only reason I became a hero was because I had nothing else left and that I was too scared of being alone to even consider turning down Bruce."

"He told me that it was ironic that my father was a D-list villain and I turned out to be a D-list vigilante," Stephanie said with a glare at the floor.

Dick bit his tongue, repressing the urge to share his own. They had chosen to make a rule that no one was allowed to listen in through the security cameras while someone else was in the room. Reaper was scarily good at figuring out the exact thing to say that would hurt them. Dick had apparently been an easier target than most, because everything the teen said hurt like a gunshot wound.

"I'll do it," Dick said, picking up the tray as the others looked at him in both surprise and concern. He had been the only one who never told the others what the demigod had said to him.

"Are you sure?" Jason said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Dick just nodded and walked down the hallway until he reached the familiar door. He held the tray with one hand while he set the other one on the scanner. The machine beeped and the door slip open.

"Hey, Alfred made you some soup," Dick said, forcing a small smile on his face despite the pit he felt in his stomach.

"Fuck off," the kid muttered, glaring at him with a level of hatred Dick didn't think was possible.

Dick acted like he didn't notice the look as he approached the bed, setting the tray on the kid's lap. "You need to start actually eating or we're gonna be forced to put in an NG Tube, and I don't think you want that."

The demigod let out a cold laugh. "So now you care what I want? That's funny considering you have me handcuffed to a hospital bed in a fucking cement room— I mean, really? You already took my powers and my choice, so why not take away my dignity too? Put in the fucking tube if you want, I don't give a fuck!" He threw the tray off of his lap, sending it flying into the wall just past Dick's head. "While you're at it, why not just put me on a ventilator? I can't be trusted with my own breathing, right? Just knock me out and hook me up to every machine you can think of so that I can finally rot."