I have no clue if this is in-character or ooc but I hope it's enjoyable either way. 

Requested by: Corruptprophet777

WARNING: This describes violence, gore, such things.

Superman:

His worst enemy: kryptonite. He hates it so much. So, so much. He laid on the ground, as if five million pounds are pining him down, forced to watch as the enemy drags you by your hair around. You had tried your best to fight but had grown exhausted as hours passed, so they managed to grab their moment when you made one mistake. Now had to pay for that mistake by having your body thrown, face bashed, hair ripped off.

Superman's voice was silent and loud at the same time. It was hoarse but clear. "Let them go!"

The second he saw them grab your hair, lift your head back, and go to smash it into a broken piece of glass sticking up he found the strength to put his foot firmly on the ground and push off.

Like a runner would. And he smashed his shoulder so hard into the enemy's body that they went flying miles. He did not care.

Not one bit.

All he cared for was you. Trembling on the ground, coughing specks of blood, reaching for anything to use as weapon. So gently he took your hand, put it to his cheek, and whispered: "It's me. It's me... You are okay now. I'll keep you safe. Like I should have." You saw it in his eyes: he will not let this one go. He can show mercy for a lot, but not this. This cannot be forgiven.

Gently he put your hand down, slid his arms under you and carried you to the side, out of the way of any danger, then promised "I'll be right back" and walked away.

Your hand reached out, fingertips grazing his cape, but he was gone.

Batman:

You sat behind an unbreakable glass, in a small room, with a person wearing a sack with only holes and paint on it. The paint formed a red sadistic smile, making no one have to even wonder who is behind this.

Batman was here as well, on the other side, forced to watch as he struggled to break the glass. He tried to find another entrance, a door or a vent, but nothing. He was forced to watch and shout fake promises of "It'll be okay!" as the person took out tools. A knife to carve letters into your skin. A clamp to pull your fingernails off.

All Batman could do was shout "no!" and try to destroy the glass with all he had. Soon he resorted to punching it.

Maybe from all the things he had already tried to destroy the glass, or maybe it was truly his pure rage, but the glass began cracking with each punch. And so was his fist. Each bone cried out as he hit the glass over and over.
The hidden person was now frozen then snickered, soon laughter. The second the glass broke Batman jumped through, used his non-broken hand to knock the person right out, then crouched in front of you. He could not speak, he was speechless. This was because of him. If he only was more focused, been here sooner, had not left you alone.

He untied you with both hands, not even able to process or realize he has broken his hand, then whispered "I'm gonna touch you" and slid his hands onto your waist to pull you up then helped you through the broken glass and out of there. The walk was silent until he whispered "I'm sorry", but you answered a simple; "Don't." Whether it was a 'don't apologize', 'don't do this now, I don't want to talk' or a 'don't, I can't forgive you' he does not know, but he kept quiet and helped you into the Batmobile.

Wonder Woman:

She got thrown away so she needed a bit of orienting to understand what just happened and where she got thrown. But when she heard you scream her name with true panic and pain, she knew exactly where you are and how to get there.

The villain had you on the ground, a rod on your leg to keep you down and unmoving. They dropped a gas bomb then hurried away as they saw Diana returning. As the gas emitted your ability to breathe became impossible. Each intake got cut off halfway by coughing and wheezing. You crawled around to try and move but it did nothing but create incredible pain from your leg. You were stuck, in fear, pain, and paranoia.

She landed aside you so quick the ground dented in, said a quick "sorry" before she pulled out the rod and threw it aside. She scooped you up and flew out of there. Hearing your hoarse, pained coughs, gasps, and wheezes hurt her. She flew straight to the hospital, trusting other heroes will be taking care of the villain. She needed to make sure you survive this.

She watched as they rushed you inside. She couldn't do anything now but anxiously wait so she returned to the battle: feeling such anger that would only be satisfied once she punches that villain so hard the bones in their face break. Each day from now, when you limp or complain of internal issues she will feel guilt and anger.

J'onn J'onzz:

It was slow torture. Unknown torture. He just began noticing you would come by every hour, and each time began looking more yellow, hunched, twisted expression. When he stopped you to question about this you wrote it off as "Flu season". His eyes narrowed. Something was off.

He was right when you moved to walk away but instead collapsed and began twitching. He shouted your name, falling to a crouch. Quickly he pulled his cape off to put under your head and undid any tight clothes. He stayed back until it stopped, then he quickly picked you up and transferred you to the medic room.

He examined you using various methods. Your last battle, where the enemy slipped away, had managed to inject poison into you before he ran. It was unique so the cure would only be with that very person.

He hated it. He send all the best to get the cure while he stayed back to watch. He knew if he went it wouldn't be pretty. And he wants to be here with you. You need him, and he you. Forced to watch as your loved one slowly dies with immense pain is a type of torture unlike any. He can't do anything but hold your hand, give kisses, and comfort you.

When the team finally came back, with the cure, he felt such relief but also not for it was not done yet. He injected it into you carefully. Over the days he saw the correct color return to your face, your posture improved, and could finally do things again. He held you for a while. You knew he won't ever take his eyes off you again from now on; panic each time your mood or health falters even a little.

Flash:

His fingers curled, the skin being torn, as he drags himself over the ground. Both of his legs might be broken but it does not matter. For he has to help you. His heart was clenching, painfully so, as he had to watch the villain break your bones as well. They took your arm and simply twisted it a circle, fully, causing you to scream from pain.

Flash's hand pat around, searching for ANYTHING. He just needs anything! He begged all higher beings he could think of. Soon his hand touched a rock. It was small. But even so it can do a lot of damage.

He threw it with such force and speed that it penetrated the villain's skin, into their flesh, and out the other way. Right through their neck. Flash did not mean to kill the man, but he found himself not even caring. He dragged himself on his arms to you, moaning from pain as he felt everything in his legs, then grasped your good arm when you crouched. You began speaking, telling him you'll get a car to take him to the hospital, but he pulled you down to hold you. Tears ran down and didn't stop. He will never forget this, both will feel it forever, and he failed to keep you safe. He can't make up for any of this. Even if he tries it won't do anything.

Hawkgirl:

"They are already down! Stop it!" she begged of the villain as their foot slammed down on your unconscious body yet again. Your body did an awkward jerk with a sound unlike any. She needed so much strength to grab her mace and get up, but she found it before the foot stomped on your chest again. She had them thrown off. Before they hit the ground she did; onto her knees, aside you. Her mace fell, so she could grab your shoulders and shake you, crying out your name. Your eyes only opened an inch then shut.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she weeped as she held you, craddling your head carefully. "I should have gotten them off sooner. Never let them touch you. I'm sorry."

You tried to touch so she whispered "sssh, ssh, don't force it". She glanced to the knocked out villain, her anger grew so much she never felt it this strong before, but her worry for you won. So she lifted you with a groan then hurried to the frozen onlookers, sternly telling them to get you to a hospital right away then ran back to the villain before they awake and cause more pain. She can feel it now already; she'll never forgive herself for this. She will train each day, to be stronger and wiser so this can never happen again.

Green Lantern: (Warning: sexual assault. Groping, no penetration.)

You were both tossed around as if you were dolls, nothing more. He laid against a wall, groaning. His head throbbed, but when he saw the enemy take your leg and drag you over the floor he shouted for them to let you go. He pushed himself off the car, stumbled. He couldn't focus. Everything was spinning. He fell back down.

But second he saw the enemy start to pull at your clothes, their nails tear your skin with the haste they tried to tear your clothes off, with a sick excited look. Your hands clawed at theirs with panicked hurry and anger. Green Lantern was forced to watch as their hands slid over your body, groped every inch. He stuck out his fist. He's not sure where he found the concentration but he did. The villain got pushed away by a green hand then a green cage surrounded you to keep you safe as you scrambled to put distance between yourself and the villain.

You both stood up. He put his hand on your shoulder to ask if you are okay, but you just glared to the villain then stormed to them to serve some painful justice.

Still, weeks later, it sicks him how someone could be like that and grateful that he stopped it in time before there was penetration. He feels guilty and bad, especially when he sees how awkward you have gotten with physical contact now and how you behave to/around people now. When he touches you, whether a hand on your shoulder or a hug, he makes sure to do it soft, warn, or ask before he touches you.