Broken

Everything

"You guys really know how to make a villian feel welcome."

This time Jason felt too weak, too tired to say something witty. It was Damien who stepped forward glaring at the villain in front of him.

"Ah the Batman bravery. Or as like to call it, the Batman stupidity. I guess it runs in the family doesn't it Jason?"

Jason didn't respond, his mouth was pulled into a grimace. Black Mask took another step forward and the whole room shifted, they were now in an empty warehouse. Tied up in a row were  three people, their faces hidden under masks.

Jason now had a gun in his hand, what he had to do was clear. He tested the gun weight in his hand, flicking the safety on and off. Black Mask strode to be standing beside him.

"Remember this? Your did so brilliantly last time. Don't disappoint me."

Jason turned and aimed the gun at Black Mask his face pulled into a sneer.

"I do remember. I know your tricks. And I don't plan to fall for them again."

"Ah but you see, you have just as much of a choice now as you had then. I can take the hoods off now if it makes you feel better."

Jason shook his head. The gun falling from his hand.

"Either way you're a murderer. Would you rather it be your actual family?"

Black Mask's voice was smug and his smile was readable through his mask. Jason bent over picking back up the gun.

"That's right. I know you enjoy the killing. You didn't have much hesitance when you were with me."

Jason glanced at the people, kids, on the ground in front of him before closing his eyes. He shot three shots from memory clean through their heads. He refused to open his eyes even when he heard the gasps. Black Mask must have taken off their hoods.

He knew exactly what they'd see. Three boys, spitting images of his family, dead by his hand. Shockingly it had been Tim's look alike that had killed him the most. The way the blood soaked into his fake Robin costume had felt all too familiar.

"You have to open those gorgeous eyes Jason."

So Jason did, conforming what he already knew. Fake Dick, Fake Tim, and Fake Damien's dead eyes stared up at them. His stomach heaved again but there was nothing left. He avoided making eye contact with the rest of his family knowing that whatever their expressions held that it wasn't going to be good.

"I did it. I played your sick game. Let me and my family go." He said. He was tired and he was scared and all he wanted was to be anywhere but here.

"You and I both know that's not even close to everything."

"No. Please."

Black Mask tilted his head.

"Are we gonna do this like the first time, or the last time?"

Jason shivered, almost hysterical. He thought he'd be able to do it, but now faced with Black Masks horrible eyes he couldn't.

"You can't. I can't."

"That's a real shame. I was hoping you'd be cooperative." He said. But from his tone he was obviously pleased about Jason's response.

He used his body to pin Jason to the floor pulling his own pants down. He quickly pulled Jason's boxers down exposing his ass. He forced Jason's legs open, using one hand to pin Jason's hips in place. Underneath him Jason went deathly still. He stayed unmoving eyes scrunched shut until Black Mask rammed into him. Jason let out a sharp scream of pain as Roman bottomed out, the pain pushed him into a panicked state as he fought to get away. Roman gave him a disappointed look at his feeble escape attempts.

Jason's screams finally died down into soft whimpers. Then Roman began to move. The scream pulled out of Jason could only be described as inhuman. Roman set a brutal pace, with every move he made Jason let out a scream, until there was enough blood to act as lubricant. After that the pain lessened and Jason was able to fall into a state of disassociation once again.

Roman leaned forward sucking at Jason's neck while his hand wrapped around Jason's penis. Jason moaned bucking his hips in response.

"I knew you liked it. You were just made to be fucked. Tell me, did Batman ever do this? Hold you down and take what was rightfully his?"

Jason shook his head desperately, the word no being formed by his mouth over and over, but nothing coming out. Roman continued bringing both of them closer to orgasm, and with one final thrust he came deeps in Jason's ass. He sank his teeth into Jason's neck, right over an obvious scar of teeth, drawing blood.

"You always were a good fuck." He pulled out and Jason felt his wounds slowly stitching themselves back together.

"I've got a message for you. Let's get some privacy."

At his words the rest of the family disappeared, and Jason prayed they woke up from whatever comas their real body was in.

"Jason this is a warning. I still own you. Just because I'm not here, in the city, doesn't mean I can't take what's mine. We'll be seeing each other again, really soon."