Hope - Jason and Tim

little birdie

[ trigger warning : child abuse ! ]
one shot

It was a dark, gloomy night. A night that one Jason Todd most prefers.

It was perfect for snuggling up under your covers with a cup of tea and a book. It was perfect for patrol.

It was perfect for kidnapping one little Robin, AKA Tim Drake.

Said Tim Drake was bound to a chair a two mere feet away from him, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Someone hasn't completed their training yet, Jason thought. Perfect.

Jason, for his 'scare tactic' simply walked around the boy, humming a simple song yet taunting him. Words didn't even had to be said to hear Tim's breath sharpen. Finally, the birdie broke.

"What do you want from me?

Jason grinned. Finally.

"Nothing much, little birdie." The eldest slung his arms around Tim's shoulders and leaned in close to his ear. "Just waiting for the big bad bats to save your sorry ass." A tilt. "The rest you can guess."

Tim scoffed, "As if! Batman would..."

"Would what?" Jason questioned, squeezing Tim's shoulders painfully. He yelped in response, freezing up. "Wouldn't you want to know?" He bit back despite his shaky tone.

"But I do," Jason frowned. He was getting impatient quickly. "You know what?" He pulled out a metal rod from a crate, blood splattered on it that Jason didn't bother to clean. He grinned, something close to sadistic, before waving it around. A gentle tap to taunt him ... "If you won't talk, I'll force it out."

Or maybe not. It was only a small touch before Tim flinched, sucking air through his teeth. That was odd. Bru- Batman would have usually banned hi-Robin from patrol if he had an injury like that. Maybe he got on patrol that he was on before Jason took him?

Jason's hold on the rod tightened. Someone got to him before he did. Lucky them.

Then, an idea popped up in Jason's mind.

Tim's boots were already off, so it was no biggie grabbing a knife and start aiming it toward his pant's sleeves to hit that cut even more. Only, Tim was protesting. Loudly.

"Don't! Leave me alone! Stop!"

"Shut up!"

Tim didn't stop, his voice growing higher in pitch. He fought against the ropes, expression almost panicked? "Stop!" He practically screamed, eyes wide. Jason looked up, surprised. What was so important about rolling up his pants? I mean, he was going to get beaten, but Jason's seen Tim handle worse with ease. It was just to get to Batman...

"Now you've really done it, brat." Jason grinned, and with one quick swoop he ripped open both pants sleeve. Tim stopped struggling, head turning to the side. He looked for the cut excitedly, but excitement soon turned into horror.

The knife hit the ground.

"Kid..." Jason started, speechless. He didn't have to look for the cut. It wasn't even a cut. It was bruise, one that covered his calf with bottling red and purples, skin stinging. Cuts were sprawled over his legs, blood splattered since Jason roughly ripped the sleeves off. It was all the same throughout them.

Without even thinking, he ripped the arms sleeves and Tim's vest, essentially stripping the kid save for the basics. He didn't notice Tim's muffled whimpers and the tears that trailed off his cheeks.

His arms were stained with cuts and bruises as well. There was a huge cut bandaged. It looked too clean to be from battle. There were obvious hand marks. Jason fumed, roughly going for his other arm.