Steady On Forward

Chapter 6

A/N:

WARNING Chapter Contains: Rape/Sexual Assault and Graphic Violence

Extreme caution is advised.

As previously mentioned, you can skip from the ✹ to the ✹‖ to avoid the triggering section if you wish. NOTE: I left in some of the bits before it progresses and after the most severe things for you to get certain plot things, but if you think this chapter will be severely triggering, just skip to the next chapter entirely, or you can read only the very last scene of the chapter (after the last ◇◇◇ divider).

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The next night, Dick was doing a few quick stretches on a rooftop in Blüdhaven. He'd managed to wrap up the Sifra case, but he'd been off his game all night. It wasn't bad enough that he couldn't get the job done, but his muscles had been especially tense and he'd been a bit distracted. ⁠It was probably the stress — he hated fighting with Jason, even if they'd settled it quickly.

They were fine now, really, they'd even made out a bit that afternoon, but...Dick couldn't help still feeling a bit tense.

He rolled his shoulders, and then flexed his legs as he bent down to put his hands flat on the roof, letting out a tired sigh and holding the pose for a count of twenty. It was only about two in the morning, so he still had a couple hours left to get through. He pitched forward into a handstand just for the fun of it, and then let himself fall backward back onto his feet.

He looked back up just in time to see Jason leaping onto the same rooftop as him.

"Red Hood?"

"Hey babydoll," Jason greeted, sauntering right up to him.

"What are you doing so far out of your territory?"

"Just wanted to drop by and see you."

"All the way in the 'Haven?"

"Mm," Jason hummed his agreement, putting his hands on Dick's waist. He slowly ran them up and down, crowding him back against the bricks beside the roof access door, but he made no move to take off his helmet.

"Interesting time to stop treating me like glass," Dick mumbled.

"What was that, babydoll?"

"Nothing, it's fine. You got the comms already? It's quiet."

"Yeah baby, don't worry about them, I got it."

Jason began to trail his hand down Dick's stomach, and his muscles tensed. He gritted his teeth, swallowing the panic that tried to crawl up his throat, and breathed deeply. All he could smell was the sharp tang of sweat and some sort of new aftershave he wasn't familiar with, which did nothing to put him at ease, but he consciously forced himself to relax his muscles. It was fine. This was what he had asked for.

He trusted Jay, he repeated to himself, as Jason slowly began to rub him through his suit.

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"Red Hood?" Jason heard Dick through the comms as he was taking down a group of thugs.

"Yeah babe?" he answered.

"Hey babydoll," he heard his own voice reply through Nightwing's comm, and he froze, his blood running cold.

"That ain't me," he said. "Nightwing? That ain't me!"

"What?" Bruce asked. "Oracle, confirm Red Hood and Nightwing's locations."

One of the thugs tried to get a quick hit in. Fuck this shit. He knocked the guy back with a foot to the chest, and pulled one of his guns, taking out a kneecap on each of them with four quick, precise pops.