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Protecting the Batbrothers
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Complete, First published Jul 10, 2019
Every villain needs money, right? But in that kind of buissnes, it's hard to get it the legal way, so why not kidnapping a rich child for ransom- or even better, four rich children? 

That was exactly what the Joker was planning to do, maybe he would even get to kill the bat and his little bird if they'd come to the boys' rescue. But what happens, when the Young Justice gets the mission, to protect Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne, four of the most richest children of Gotham? And the team is not at full strength, since Robin has left to some mission with Batman in Alaska, but they can stop the Joker anyway, right? Right?!
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"I needed to protect you," he muttered, rocking slowly back and forth. 'A finger trailed down his cheek, nails scratching lightly across his skin.' "Don't let them touch you, Jason." He shivered, shying away from the whispers of skin still ruining him. "Don't let them-" Breathing hurt. His cuffed fingers clenched around the pipe, coldness seeping into his skin. His head was ringing. Something touched his leg again. He jerked so hard his whole body slammed into the wall. 'Don't touch me.' Or: An infiltration mission goes south and Dick is confronted with memories long-buried; of fleeting touches and warm skin, cold rain and broken friendships.