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Feb. 22nd, 2011 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaThe light overhead was bright. Too bright, bright enough to hurt and cause Connor's eyes to water. He blinked quickly, dispelling the tears, but he couldn't lift his hand to his face to cover his eyes. Something… something must have happened. He couldn't remember being attacked but his head thudded with the rhythm of his pulse and his mouth was dry.
He couldn't move.
"Hello?" Connor called out into the darkness, his voice weak and scratchy. Breathing was hard, far harder than normal, it felt almost like there was a heavy weight sitting on his chest. Was he strapped down?
But he couldn't move. It wasn't that his arms and legs jerked against tough restraints, though Connor could feel the thick leather bands wrapped around his ankles, thighs, wrists, chest, and hips. He simply could not move.
"Hi." The voice was familiar, but the tone was something Connor rarely heard. Not that he hadn't heard it, but Jason rarely spoke with that tone of voice except on nights when the nightmares were bad and his thoughts were worse. I don't hallucinate, Jason told him once, I just think myself into a corner and can't get out again. Which was familiar, Connor had found himself suffering from similar circumstances post the attention of Doctor Sivana and Blackest Night.
"Jason?" Something moved in the darkness in the corner of Connor's vision, a black shape blotted out the light and stood, hovering above Connor. Then the shape, Jason, reached up and adjusted the light so that it shone from a different angle.
It was Jason alright, black hair, teal eyes, skin so pale you could see the blue veins pulse in his temples. He wasn't wearing a mask, but there was something about the look in his eyes that said 'Red Hood' not 'Jason Todd'.
Connor loved Jason, he'd been in love with him for half a year now, but the Red Hood scared Connor.
He scared him a lot.
"Hi, Connor." Jason stroked Connor's cheek with the back of his fingers, cold, sharp nails graced Connor's jawline. "You're beautiful."
Connor swallowed, and it felt forced. He couldn't… he couldn't quite get enough air. "Jason, what's going on."
"I warned you." Jason sat on whatever it was Connor was strapped to. Except Connor couldn't even assume anymore that he didn't know. It was the table, the one in their 'Batcave' (Connor never referred to it as such outloud), the one Jason used when he was working on explosives or Connor needed room to make arrows. They'd made love on the table once.
It was cold, it was hard, it was uncomfortable…
And it had groves that ran along the sides like a cutting board, the grooves will collect his blood so it drips out into two small holes at the foot of the table instead of running along willy nilly.
"I told you I wasn't trustworthy. Told you I was broken." Sharp nails scratched along Connor's neck. Connor could feel that, why couldn't he move? "Told you I'd hurt you."
Jason leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Connor's forehead. When he spoke the rasp of his chapped lips would have caused Connor to shiver.
If he could move.
"You'll heal faster than I can hurt you, Connor. But I have all night until the neurotoxin wears off."
"And I'll just keep cutting."
He couldn't move.
"Hello?" Connor called out into the darkness, his voice weak and scratchy. Breathing was hard, far harder than normal, it felt almost like there was a heavy weight sitting on his chest. Was he strapped down?
But he couldn't move. It wasn't that his arms and legs jerked against tough restraints, though Connor could feel the thick leather bands wrapped around his ankles, thighs, wrists, chest, and hips. He simply could not move.
"Hi." The voice was familiar, but the tone was something Connor rarely heard. Not that he hadn't heard it, but Jason rarely spoke with that tone of voice except on nights when the nightmares were bad and his thoughts were worse. I don't hallucinate, Jason told him once, I just think myself into a corner and can't get out again. Which was familiar, Connor had found himself suffering from similar circumstances post the attention of Doctor Sivana and Blackest Night.
"Jason?" Something moved in the darkness in the corner of Connor's vision, a black shape blotted out the light and stood, hovering above Connor. Then the shape, Jason, reached up and adjusted the light so that it shone from a different angle.
It was Jason alright, black hair, teal eyes, skin so pale you could see the blue veins pulse in his temples. He wasn't wearing a mask, but there was something about the look in his eyes that said 'Red Hood' not 'Jason Todd'.
Connor loved Jason, he'd been in love with him for half a year now, but the Red Hood scared Connor.
He scared him a lot.
"Hi, Connor." Jason stroked Connor's cheek with the back of his fingers, cold, sharp nails graced Connor's jawline. "You're beautiful."
Connor swallowed, and it felt forced. He couldn't… he couldn't quite get enough air. "Jason, what's going on."
"I warned you." Jason sat on whatever it was Connor was strapped to. Except Connor couldn't even assume anymore that he didn't know. It was the table, the one in their 'Batcave' (Connor never referred to it as such outloud), the one Jason used when he was working on explosives or Connor needed room to make arrows. They'd made love on the table once.
It was cold, it was hard, it was uncomfortable…
And it had groves that ran along the sides like a cutting board, the grooves will collect his blood so it drips out into two small holes at the foot of the table instead of running along willy nilly.
"I told you I wasn't trustworthy. Told you I was broken." Sharp nails scratched along Connor's neck. Connor could feel that, why couldn't he move? "Told you I'd hurt you."
Jason leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Connor's forehead. When he spoke the rasp of his chapped lips would have caused Connor to shiver.
If he could move.
"You'll heal faster than I can hurt you, Connor. But I have all night until the neurotoxin wears off."
"And I'll just keep cutting."
