Yellow, guess who's back at it again six months later :')

I hope that y'all are still staying strong during quarantine, I know I'm falling apart but still trying to do something so I don't lose anymore of my sanity.
Soap I hope you enjoy

WARNINGS:
- Fowl language
- Manipulation
- Depression
- Thoughts = ' '
Song: Paper Hearts - Tori Kelly; cover Jeon Jungkook BTS
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Nightwing kept laying tied to the bed, his thoughts consuming him completely. The thoughts never went away since that terrible night in which he lost his parents, they always reminded him how useless he was, no matter how much good he was able to put in the world, in his head he would never be enough.

Not when his parents died.

Not when Jay died.

Not when Wally died.

Not when Bruce disappeared.

Not when Damian was his Robin.

Never anything he did would cover up for all of the mistakes he had done through his life, he would never be able to fix the error of his ways. He was just too childish, too annoying, too slow, too ignorant, too easily manipulative, too stupid, too much-

Tears yearned to run down his pale cheeks, trying to let the emotion out before it all became too suffocating and he would break down. It would feel so good to finally let everything out instead of swallowing down his anxiety for the ever growing lump in his throat to double in size, but he couldn't do it, no matter how much it hurt he would never show how weak he is to the villains holding them hostage, not to mention that his family and friends were still out there. He would not be broken in front of the innocent eyes of the younger ones, nor would he ever allow himself to break in front of the people he grew with...

They did not deserve to be troubled by his feelings, his thoughts... by his existence...

Nightwing's body layer limply on the bed, as much as he wished to try and make a break for it, his body was malnourished he wouldn't be able to get away even if he wanted to, his body was just too weak.

Suddenly, the door unlocked and it opened. Nightwing turned his head towards the door, tensing his every muscle prepared for everything and anything that came through the door. Luckily, it wasn't the Joker that had come into the door, but Dick did not think that this was an improvement from the Joker.

Deathstroke had just stepped into the room. Hurray, said no one.

Dick growled at him as much as his raspy voice would allow him to, ultimately making him look like an angry kitten, but it was worth the effort.

Deathstroke chuckled, his deep voice sending unpleasant shivers down Dick's spine. "Well, hello there, apprentice~" It was almost possible to feel this man's smirk through his metal mask and ten feet away from the bed, disgusting.

"I'm no longer your apprentice, Slade. Dick spat at his, as if the name itself was poison.

"Oh, Grayson, what you were does not matter to me in the slightest, what you could become is what interests me." Deathstroke said with a chilling voice, he didn't even react to Dick's flinch as he said his last name. Dick wanted to yell at him, curse at him for even uttering his family name, one of the most sacred things to him, but he couldn't he was frozen shocked at the fact that his identity had been discovered.

"Oh yes, your expression is just priceless-" Deathstroke approached the bed, stopping right beside the oldest Robin, ignoring the younger when he tried to lean away from the mercenary, and held his cheeks with his index finger and thumb, squishing the others cheeks together making him jut out his pink plump lips. Making him look ever so desirable. "-just too God dammed pretty." Deathstroke stared at the perfect lips before him for a moment, before letting go of the others face.

"Too bad I have to share." Deathstroke said one last time before, taking the others delicate wrists in one big hand before unchaining the other from the bed, as soon as his wrists were unchained Dick tried desperately to get away from the older, flinging his arms and kicking at the other, just so that his wrists would be chained again, just not to the bed.

"Now, we must go." Deathstroke said as he picked Nightwing up by the waist and flung him over his shoulder as if he weighted nothing, and began too walk out the room.

Dick struggled in his hold, refusing to give up even though he wasn't really doing any damage with his sore, exhausted body. Not to mention it was quite difficult to find out where you were, while you're being carried like some bag of potatoes.

"We're almost there... Do you wish to know how many villains came because of you?" Slade asked, smirk hidden away but very much obvious due to the man's personality. Dick, however, did not answer, he dreaded the answer so much he was scared of knowing. "Well you see, boy..." Slade continued his voice so unbearably cold it couldn't possibly go lower. Slade then shrugged the boy upwards with his shoulder, making him bounce upwards and almost come back down when he was picked up by the waist, and was turned around.

Nightwing gasped at what he saw when we was turned around. Thousands of seats were occupied by thousands of villains, and they were all looking at them. Staring at him as if he was the main course of a five star meal, shivers ran down his spine as they all looked at him with lust.

"Ah, Little Birdie~" Said the Joker as he stood to greet them both, walking from his seat, stepping down the twenty stairs that were the only distance Dick had from this maniac, getting closer to them. Nightwing struggled as the clown got closer to him, until the Joker stood right in front of him.

The red tainted lips stretching far and wide across the maniacal expression of the clown, his unnatural yellow eyes seemed to lack any trace of humanity and sanity that every newborn had been blessed with when they came into the world. No, this man, was no man. The Joker had become his identity, no matter who he was in his past, that man was no more.

"So very nice of you to visit your admirers~" The Joker replied, while placing his gloved hands on top of Nightwing's chest, squeezing the hard muscle softly before his hands headed south while touching every rib, muscle and bump. Memorizing the form of the sensual bird like a maze, taking in the form so very delicately, and when the time came right he would break into the young bird as painfully as he could. Taking every scream of pain that erupted from the younger mouth, ah~ the very thought was blissful.

"Now-" He picked up the bird by the armpits and turned his body so that he was holding him bridal style, his grin spread even further it almost made the other flinch from discomfort. "- let us go say 'hi' to the rest, shall we?~"

Nightwing came across familiar faces, Killer Crock, Scarecrow, Reverse Flash, Bane, Brainiac, Gorilla Grodd, Ra's al Ghul, Lex Luthor, Black Manta, Black Mask, Two Face and many many more...

Most tried to grab him, tried to molest him even, however Joker just kept walking on laughing crazily as the others caught each other to get to the precious bird, but even when they came only inches close, they could only feel the radiating heat from the bird before the heat disappeared from their clutches. Next thing he knows the Joker gets to the top of the mountain of stairs and sits in a reserved seat, that had the aspect of a throne, blood red and so impeccably clean that if a speck of dust were to land in such space it would completely stand out.

The Joker sat down on the throne and placed the young bird on his lap, directly on his crotch. Nightwing immediately tensed up and tried to stay completely still as to not cause any, excitement to the other.

Carefully the villain placed both his hands on the others curvy sides, and then rested them on his hips. After a moment, the Joker began to bounce the bird on his lap slightly, just to see that glorious behind bounce.

"Villains!" The Joker yelled, voice filled with madness as well as overwhelming dominance making the bird flinch once again, this time by the voice and because he was suddenly pushed off the Joker's lap, falling face first at the clown's feet. "We have seen by now, two magnificent shows, thanks to our very skilled and stunning actor." He motioned the body of the bird that due to his hands being behind his back was unable to get into a sitting position, taking matters into his own hands the Joker leans down taking Nightwing by the hair and pulling upwards. The bird yelled in pain and discomfort as he was forced to stand and bare his throat for his 'admirers'. "It has been a while since the bird has seen his little friends, and a while since we've had a show..." Nightwing tensed immediately, a lump growing too big in his throat for him to swallow.

The Joker came closer to the bird's ear while whispering in a low voice, sending never ending shivers down Dick's spine. "Let's kill two birds with one stone~" He licked his earlobe one last time, it's show time.

~With the heroes~

"ARGH!" Superman struggled against his bonds, trying desperately to get free. It had been like this for a couple of hours, he has been trying this multiple times with long resting periods due to the kryptonite inside his bonds, his strength quickly disappearing by him using it excessively. Once again he flopped down in this seat, completely drained and panting heavily.

"Clark, you must rest, it could be you next putting up a 'show' for the villains." Batman said as he stared dead ahead trying to maintain himself sane and collected as he waited for their captors to show up, or to at least see his older son... Poor Dick, he has been the only thing in Bruce's mind, being so worried for his son has been driving him insane, yet he needed to stay sane, not for himself but for his sons and for the rest of the League's, they needed a leader now more than ever.

"Bruce... I know, I-I know that I shouldn't exhaust myself... b-but what about Dick? Martha?... What about Alfred?... I can't give up, I should be able to get out of this, we can't stay here, we have to get out..." Clark's voice turned into a whisper as he talked himself to into a light sleep, seeing one of his closest friends exhausting himself further from his usual limits hurt him deeply, Bruce did not know what to do, and that scared him.

"We will get out, we have to..." Bruce whispered as an act of reassurance, but it was quite terrifying for the rest of the hero's to not know where that act was going to, if it was for Superman, or for himself.

Footsteps started to echo around the room, as well as a couple of chuckles followed them. The echos and laughter were already becoming familiar to them which scared the heroes even more...

"Well hello there heroes!" The Joker skipped happily entering the heroes eyesight, with a high gallop and a wide grin. "We decided to be very nice to you, better take this gift and appreciate it greatly 'cause it may never happen again!" The joyful tone of voice to the clown turned bitter as his voice had a small rasp to it.

Deathstroke suddenly appeared carrying Nightwing on his shoulder, before anyone had a chance to react Deathstroke pulled Nightwing off his shoulder in one single movement, as a way to emphasize Dick's disorder. As soon as Dick was set down on the ground he began to look around the room with his covered beautiful diamond like eyes.

"G-guys?" Nightwing voice was weak, as if he was being held by the throat unable to really speak.

Before any of the heroes had a chance to ask for his well being, he was held by his arms and raised up so he came face to face with the Joker, who held a syringe in his hand. At the sight of the yellow filled syringe, Nightwing's masked eyes widened, and began to struggle against the others hold.

"W-wait!" Nightwing cried in terror, moving his neck violently, the Joker held his head tightly making him unable to keep moving his head. "Y-you said! I would be able to see them!"Nightwing yelled one last time before being injected by the liquid, and uncontrollable burning pain flowed through his veins, and scream from utter pain ripped away from him mouth.

"Yes pretty bird I did, but I never said for how long. Hahahahaha, hahaha, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The clown cackled, throwing his head back as he took great pleasure of making his pretty bird scream.

"JOKER! You absolute BASTARD!!!" Batman roared in anger, his son's safety had once again slipped away from him, he just wanted to hold his eldest close to protect him from any harm, but he never came close to being able to save him...

"Oh Batsy~ you really have to come up with a better insult, these are getting quite old." Joker smirked sickly twisted, almost splitting his face in half.

Just when Batman was about to reply, the screaming stopped. As the Joker took notice of this he placed a finger at the hero's chin, lifted it up slightly and said "Wake." Almost instantly Nightwing's body went rigid, ready to take orders.

The Joker smirked once more and looked at the League's with haunting eyes. "Let's have some fun, shall we?~"

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Sooooo, I was gonna put more, but I already wrote a lot as a sorry for my absence, so yeah uh stay safe and don't forget that I love you guys!!!

Bai Bai my little firefighters~