This fic is a gift for pentapus in Batfam Christmas Exchange.

WARNING: Rape.

Heavy clouds hung low above the Gotham City, covering the night sky completely and promising first proper downpour in a month, but for now it was just drizzling. The polluted air cleared a bit with the humidity and wet surfaces reflected the lights, making the city sparkle. It made Gotham look more beautiful and cleaner, than it actually was.

Red Hood paused now and again to admire the view, but didn't linger for too long. He wanted to make it to his safe house in the suburban area of the city before it started raining for real. He was in a good mood after his encounter with Batman twenty minutes ago. Not only he fulfilled his goals for the night, but he also beat the Bat and successfully avoided him after. Now he had to lie low for a few days before he executed the next part of his plan.

Tall buildings gave way to smaller ones the closer Red Hood got to his destination and finally he found himself on the ground, crossing a small park. It was surprisingly empty; no suspicious activity, no unfortunate souls seeking shelter in the trees, nobody to beat up. Red Hood rolled his shoulders with a sigh. Perfect. He walked to the edge of the park and surveyed the houses.

They were mostly single-family houses, one story high with flat roofs, lined up neatly. The houses were in a pretty decent condition, though some were visibly more run down than the others. The backyards were well maintained, especially those on the edge of the estate; probably for the appearance purposes.

Red Hood didn't fancy a stroll through the streets with his gear in full view to get to his house however, so he directed his steps to the last line and climbed on the roof. He carefully made his way deeper into the estate, quickly falling into a rhythm of jump, roll, run, jump across the rooftops. He made a decent progress when he heard a barely audible whimper. He instantly froze, on high alert, listening intently.

Was it some poor, lost animal in need of rescuing? Red Hood knew he didn't have a stable life right now to afford to adopt a pet, but he wasn't about to abandon the creature to the oncoming rain and cold.

A ribald laughter exploded in the house next to the one he stopped on. Red Hood cursed the men, as they probably drowned out the distressed sounds he was listening for. He dropped down to the ground to have a better chance at finding the source. The few houses around the one the laughter came from were empty, so it was piece of cake to search without disturbing anyone. However a quick look yielded no results, so Red Hood decided to check the other side. As he was crossing through the property, where a patch of grass was illuminated by light falling through the cracked little window in the basement, he heard one man say something that stopped him in his tracks.

"Not so mighty anymore, huh, Nightwing? Or should I say Officer Grayson?"

Followed by a hoarse scream which almost instantly turned into a hacking cough.

What the hell?! What was Dick doing here? He was supposed to be back in Blüdhaven, nursing his injured knee and staying out of the way of Red Hood's operation.

"I have other ways to occupy your mouth," another man sneered.

Shortly after Red Hood could hear gagging noises.

With growing dread he crept closer, crouching down to peer through the window. What he saw made his blood boil and caused the green haze of Lazarus Pit madness to appear at the edge of his vision. No one. No one deserved that. Not even his worst enemy. Well, maybe the Joker, but certainly not the Golden Boy. The man he once admired and cared for. Well, okay, maybe he still did, very deep down.

It was a fairly large garage. The car stood parked on one side, on the other side there was a small workshop with a table and various tools. On the table lied Dick Grayson in all of his naked glory. His hands were bound under the table, his body was littered with cuts and bruises. The Nightwing suit was in pieces, laying around here and there.

There were three men surrounding Dick, with their cocks pulled out. One was standing between Dick legs, moving rhythmically with harsh, quick jerks as he fucked him. Second was by his head, forcing his cock down Dick's throat, making him choke. The third one was watching lustfully, stroking himself eagerly.

Jason forced himself to remain calm and examined the window. It was too small for him to fit through so he had to find some other way in, but he would be damned, if he let Dick suffer any longer than absolutely necessary. He pulled his gun from his holster and a silencer from his utility belt. He quickly put the silencer on, mentally apologizing to Dick for every second he wasted on preparation. He checked the ammo and cocked the gun. He took another look inside, to check where the men were and the best angles to get them without risking more damage to Nightwing. Two of them hadn't moved, but the one in Dick leaned over him, grasping his hips, to get more leverage to push himself even harder and deeper into Dick's body, prompting little pained noises from him. Yeah, the fucker was going to die first.

In one furious pull, Red Hood forced the window open and leaned in, squeezing the trigger.

The man at Nightwing's lower body fell lifelessly on Dick, causing him to let out a muffled, agonized scream. Next was the one with his dick in Nightwing's mouth. He fell to the floor, freeing Dick to gasp a lungful of air.

"What the...?" The third had the time to wonder at the sudden intrusion, before he too fell dead with a bullet in the head.

Red Hood waited for a few seconds to make sure they were dead for real and moved to find some entrance. The closest to him was the back of the house. There wasn't any door he could see, but there was a balcony on the first floor, conveniently accessible by the crate supporting an ivy. He climbed up quickly, carefully slipping inside through the cracked sliding door. In just a few seconds he cleared the room he found himself in, closed the balcony and moved to do the same with others. It wouldn't do for someone to catch him by surprise when he was busy with helping Dick.

Two more empty rooms and a bathroom and Red Hood took the stairs down with his pistol at the ready. The corridor was empty of any living soul, as was the living room, the toilet and the dining room, although the mountain of drug packets and booze left nothing to the imagination. It appeared Red Hood found the man working for Black Mask he was looking for by just stumbling onto him, who knew? Somehow Nightwing got caught by those dealers and was used for their entertainment. Red Hood secured the front door and walked to the kitchen, where he expected the entrance to the basement to be as he didn't notice any way leading there in other rooms.

The kitchen was empty, but the door was open. The stairs inside creaked ominously under someone's careful footsteps as Red Hood crept closer to the open doorway.

"Uh, guys?" someone said uncertainly, nervously. "Why are you so quiet so suddenly? Guys? Wha-? Holy shit! What the fuck?!"

Shit!

Red Hood holstered his gun and lunged to catch the man. Utilizing all of his training to be fast and silent, in no time he was standing behind the stunned guy, looming over him like some kind of a monster from the horror movie.

The man turned slowly, sensing his presence. He swallowed hard and took a step back in fear at the sight of the masked vigilante.

Red Hood followed, a feral grin stretching on his face covered by red helmet as he reached for the man and snapped his neck. He watched with a dark satisfaction as the thug fell to the floor, joining his colleagues. With the thirst for revenge and murder somewhat satisfied, Red Hood moved onto more important things.

Dick seemed to be unconscious, but he still whimpered when Red Hood carefully removed the crappy piece of a human being off him. Now, that Red Hood could take a moment to examine him better, he discovered Dick was a complete mess.

Come and blood dripped from his torn, abused hole onto the table and then to the floor. His knee was swollen and a worrying shade of purple. His body was marred with dark bruises of varying lengths and sizes, mostly matching wrenches and other tools laying around. The blood from cuts was smeared with come all over him, some of the cuts were still bleeding sluggishly. His face wasn't much better. Dick suffered a blow to the head, if the dried blood on his temple was any indication. He had split lips in several places as well and a black eye.

Red Hood ducked down to release Dick's hands and discovered that he rubbed his wrists raw, trying to get the cuffs off. Under them was a small puddle of blood, coagulated, almost dried up. Dick had to be here for quite some time. Just how long? It was a shame nobody was left to answer questions. Gently, Red Hood removed the handcuffs and brought Dick's hands up, resting them on his body. That prompted another whimper from his ex-not-so brother. Red Hood shushed him and pulled out his meager emergency supplies. He dressed Dick's wrists, immobilized his leg and then examined him for other injuries. Dick flinched away from his probing fingers and Red Hood froze, looking up at his face. Dick's eyes were closed with brows scrunched up in pain, but he remained unconscious so Red Hood continued. He was not pleased with what he found; on top of what Red Hood could already see, Dick had cracked a few ribs and definitely broken one. To take some of the edge of the anger creeping back in, he kicked viciously at the dead body closest to him. Feeling marginally calmer he looked around the shelves and drawers for something to cover Dick with. He found an old blanket, but it was scratchy and dirty and like hell Jason was going to wrap Dick up in that. He sighed, already mourning the loss and took of his jacket, tucking it in around Dick.

Now, for getting the hell out of here. Red Hood walked to the garage door and peaked outside. He could barely see through the rivers of water falling down from the sky. Red Hood cursed. There went the option of hauling Dick to his safe house and getting him some help. There was a car, but Black Mask was so paranoid, that he probably put a tracker on it. Still, it was his best bet. He rooted around for keys, finding them near the entrance on a hook. He opened the doors and got the car running to warm it up. With that done, he carefully eased Dick up to wrap the jacket around his shoulders and picked him. Gently he placed him in the back of the car and wrapped his legs in the blanket laying on the back seat. Red Hood got the garage doors open and sat behind the wheel. He pulled out his phone and called one of his lackeys to get some men to clean up the mess and prepare him another car, then he peeled off, heading back to the city.

But where should he go next? Dick needed medical attention Jason wasn't able to provide. He as hell sure couldn't take him to the Cave. And leaving Dick alone in some emergency room didn't sit well with him either. Jason took a sharp turn, making up his mind. After he ditched the car, he would head for the only place the injured vigilante could go and seek medical attention in Gotham. Leslie Thompkins.