Jason Todd x Reader (Brotherly Relationship) - Are You Insane Like Me? Been in Pain Like Me?
TRIGGER WARNING: Blood, Alcohol, Drugs, Abuse
Requested by: @cattopolis
Song: Gasoline, Halsey
Word Count: 3,510
Falling against the hard and cracked wall, exhausted, broken, and in terrible pain, you attempted to somewhat compose yourself. You did not want to think about what had just happened, and be as it may that it happened almost every night, it wasn’t any more pleasant after time. You were all alone, as per usual, considering your father was passed out, and your mother had left when you were 3, and she was the only person that cared about you.
You were now 17, and had grown up in hell ever since, but you tried as hard as humanly possible not to see it that way. Your father was a terrible alcoholic and drugie, and you had to feed his addiction or he would beat you to a pulp. You did what any person on the streets would do at the age of 17 for money, and you weren’t proud of it. You stole and sold anything within your sight, and it added up pretty quickly. Your dad had taught you how, this was the only thing he ever taught you before his descent into drugs and vodka, and you were damn good at it.
You had been doing this since you were 5, it was all you knew, and he would take all the money and put it to drinks and the newest substance floating around the dark and grim city, inviting his shitty friends over for parties, and you would have to clean everything up. He also used you as a test experiment for his drugs, a lab rat should you say, but you had no way to fight him against it, so you took is with cries and pleads, praying to live another day, and that it just might get better.
Tonight, it had been one after one, he would inject them into you, and you would take it because you thought, maybe one day, he’ll stop. Maybe one day, he’ll get better. Whenever there was a party, you would be strapped to a table in a tank top and shorts, and needles would be thrown your way left and right. Tonight was no different.
You were the entertainment, writhing and screaming as the vile liquids burned and clawed through your veins. You cried and pleaded for it to stop, but if you spoke a word, you were hit, so you stopped fighting, stopped asking. The only noise that was allowed from you were your screams, and god did your father’s terrible friends love to hear you scream.
They cheered and chanted, watching you struggle to breathe and stay complacent, throwing whatever new or old drug they discovered at your father and his few closest friends so they could inject the poison into your flailing body, paying hundreds to watch you struggle in immense pain, and it was terrifying. You never knew when it would end, it all was a daze, painful and loud, but eventually, it all stopped and you were left as the broken girl they all loved to watch suffer, struggling to stay alive.