YJ/Batbros/ DC Movie Boys x Reader

Past Demons (Jason x Reader x Damian) EXTREME Trigger Warning

((This chapter is EXTREMELY graphic and gruesome. There will be angst, mentions of rape, suicidal attempts, the thoughts of suicide, depression, panic attacks, anxiety, death, gore, violence, etc.))

If there was one thing you grew up to remember it would be that nothing was the actual truth. You had learned that from a very young age. You had seen a lot and been through a lot. Ever since you were born you had dealt with little love and much grief. You have lost a lot and gained very little. Ever since you were born, you were in such a toxic environment. Parents that abused one another and did drugs. It was horrifying what you had endured. Your parents were way too mentally unstable to care for a child. Hell they put their hands on you multiple times. They were able to keep you up until age five. They had made a pact with Black Mask and that wasn't a wise decision at all, in fact it was beyond moronic.

Their deal was to deliver more drugs from another supplier and bring it back to Black Mask, just don't touch a damn thing of the shipment, but no they failed. Your parents took about three pounds of cocaine and brought it back to their place. It didn't take long until one of Black Mask's employees notice this. So he went after them to get it back, but he was going to kill your parents himself. He didn't let Black Mask or the others know where he was going. You remember the man kicking in the door to the apartment and you were terrified, to the point where you almost peed yourself because when you are five and when something scares you that bad then your body will want to disperse something. You were just five. But you didn't have that happen.

"Stealing the shipment was a bad fucking idea!" The man screamed at your parents. He pulled out a gun and held your parents at gun point. You had crawled under the sink, but your presence was already known. You closed the cabinet door under the kitchen sink and could see slightly form the crack.

You hugged your knees tightly to chest. Your little frame pressed up against the back of the cabinet, pushing aside the chemical cleaners that laid under there, and your tiny left foot that was soaking in a tiny puddle of water that was caused by the leaky sink. Your right eye was black from where you had been hit two days prior. The scar on your lip that was caused by your teeth cutting open your lip, because your mother had back handed you directly against your mouth. Your back was sore from the bruises that your father had given you for not hurrying up with cleaning your room or making a little bit too much noise for his liking.

"I am going to kill you and send your bodies back to Black Mask." Said the man.

"Zachariah, please don't." Your father begged.

"There is no way for begging for your life."

Your mother tried to beg with a seductively offer. She was willing to give her body to him, but he punched her.

"I don't want you." Zachariah said.

"We will do anything." Your mother pleaded.

Zachariah looked towards your direction and he looked back at your parents. "I want her."

Your parents had so little love for you and so much love for drugs that they agreed.

"Grab her." Zachariah said.

Your mother cautiously got up and fished you out of the cabinet. You were crying and were scared. "Please mama. Mama please don't!" You sobbed and pleaded. "No no! I will be a better little girl!" You pleaded. She ignored your pleas for help and handed you over. You didn't know this man, but it was scary as fuck!
Zachariah smiled. "I haven't touched one in years..." He whispered under his breath. "You are going to be mine, okay?" He said. He had his gun holstered now and one grabbed your arms tightly. He ran another down your side to get into the waistband of your jeans.