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Dick slammed his fist into the side of the ambulance, "Fuck." It was the fifth one this shift that they had to take care of. The amount of people that The Batman dropped for them to just clean as if they were some kind of personal janitorial crew for him.
Each call Dick ran made him grip his steering wheel tighter and tighter, the need to do something about this situation eating at him from the inside out. On a normal day him and his partner ran plenty of calls. There was never a lack of crime here in Gotham. It was one of the worst things about the city, but the liveliness of it all was one of the best things. It was hard to find one without the other. Dick thought that he had accepted it, until he had come along and started making things worse.
Ever since the Batman had shown up they had tripled their average number of calls. People were going insane. Some thought of him as their savior, a knight in the dark who would shepherd them into the light. Some kind of second coming of Jesus. Others condemned him to the darkness he appeared out of. A devil in disguise that was plunging the city further into chaos.
Dick wished the man would vanish into the void. His job was stressful enough, with the long hours, drug addicts, and gang members he had to interact with regularly. He loved his job, that he got to be there for the citizens he cared so much about, but he also couldn't tell who he was when he was off the clock because of all the overtime. He felt like a fragment of himself when he was sitting at home. What was it he liked to do? What was kind of hobbies did he have?
And since the Batman had appeared he had even less space away from the confines of his ambulance. The amber lights haunting him even when he closed his eyes. He'd wake up, panicking, when he didn't feel the weight of a medical bag in his hands.
"Dispatch, coming on scene," he spoke into his walkie as he shut the engine off. His partner had to stay behind at the hospital from their last drop off. Dick had taken this card alone. It was against policy, his superiors would chew him out, but sometimes you had to do what you had to do. The city didn't care about things like staffing and coverage.
"Whew," he whistled as he saw the people writhing on the ground. The Batman had not been nice to these ones. They were in rough shape.
The thugs didn't stir, just kept holding their faces and muttering something to themselves. There had been some kind of plant- a tree?- that had appeared in the middle of the city, right at the heart where Gotham beat its steady rhythm.
"Hey man, you good?" This didn't seem like the ordinary pick up from Batman. These people were more than just roughed up, they seemed unaware of the world they were living in. Had the report been wrong? Was there more going on here than he knew?
"What new fucked up thing has Batman cooked up?" Dick cursed, leaning over the man to hear what he was saying.
"I can't see. There's something inside of me. I need to get it out. It needs to come out. Now, now, now," he chanted like it was his only lifeline.
The others in the alleyway soon took up the same fevered pitch, "Now, now, now," echoing off of the old brick walls.
Dick backed up, taking in the sight before him with a new lens. This had to be some kind of drug. How was it getting into their system? Who had done this?
As much as he disliked Batman this really didn't seem like his M.O.
"Dispatch, I'm going to need some back up," he radioed, slowly stepping away from the scene before him. The people were tossing themselves all over the pavement, grinding and clawing at the rough surface. He could see the faint lines of blood from split nails and skin breaking as they dragged their bodies along.
He needed a mask. Dick turned to grab one of the professional medical grade ones, cursing himself for not being more careful. His gloves were on, but he didn't know what they had taken- if they had even taken it willingly.
The sky was turning a reddish pink. It was the middle of the night. There shouldn't be a light like that in the sky. Something was definitely wrong. It seemed like a bomb had been dropped on the city, turning the world upside down in the fall out.
Even here and now he felt his rage at the masked vigilante. If it hadn't been for him maybe these insane events wouldn't have happened. Things weren't great before, there was no doubt about that, but they were better off than this.
"Fucking Batman," he muttered as he pulled a gurney from the back, kicking out the ramp from the metal foot catch. It was like second nature for him. He could stay here after loading one up while he waited for his assisting unit.
Dick wheeled the equipment over to the closest person. He had expected them to fight, to try and do something to get away from the stranger grabbing onto them. Most sane people would.
They didn't.
Dick placed a hand onto the man, trying to be gentle but aware of the potential blow back. Instead he clung onto Dick harder, hands digging into his uniform shirt in a desperate attempt to pull Dick closer.
"Please, help me get it out," he moaned, trying to get at his face.
"Hold on, my guy," Dick jerked back, narrowly avoiding a kiss, wet lips puckered and wanting, "Gotta take me out first."
The man slumped back onto the ground, groping at himself as if he needed to feel some kind of contact. A wild sense of skin hunger that went beyond just normal abstinence.
It was like they were touch starved, desperate for any kind of feeling. He needed to get them some narcan. Whatever this stuff was it seemed nasty. He could only imagine what they were hallucinating.
The sky was becoming brighter. It felt like it was the middle of the day, though everything was cast in a reddish hue, like blood was pouring from the city, that arterial blood just gushing out from that tree at the epicenter, the heart pumping out vital fluids into the rest of it's body. What would happen once the city was run dry?
That's when he noticed the hulking form looming toward him, hand pressed to the condemned building to the side. He was shuffling forward, his step hitching. The tree loomed behind him, framing out his silhouette like he was some kind of demon come to collect the souls writhing on the ground.
"Batman!" Dick growled. It shouldn't surprise him that the person who was responsible for the uptick in his problems would be here at the scene of the crime. Dick couldn't help his teeth from grinding as he clenched them together.
The man trundled on, his path clear to only himself. He had something wrapped around his face, his eyes gleaming white in the depths of his coverings.
"I've been hoping to run into you at some point," Dick was taking large steps forward, his distaste for this whole situation spurring him on as if he were a man on fire. "This is all your fault! None of this would have happened if it weren't for you."
He was in front of the hulking man all too soon. Reality should have set in, should have told him he was too close, that Batman could snap him in two easily, could do any number of things to him that Dick had seen the damage of first hand. He knew just how powerful he was. Just how brutal and ruthless.
How many fractures, broken bones, and concussions had he seen? And those were the good ones, the ones who got off free with a few scars or a story to tell their friends about some misguided life choices. There had been so many others who hadn't made it out of the hospital after he wheeled them in. So many others who wouldn’t be able to live the same life, always needing to rely on another person to clean them of the shit and piss when the sullied themselves. Humiliating, and all at the hands of one person.
"Do you know how many extra hours I've had to run to clean up you messes? Do you know how fucked up it is that I have to be out here without a partner to deal with this? You see how many people are on the ground? You see how I'm just one guy?"
Batman halted, his chest heaving as he took in deep breaths. Dick pointed at his chest, finger digging into the breast plate of his armor. He had never been near the guy, never caught more a passing glimpse as he passed from one building to the next overhead. Standing in front of the man now was like being before a god.
It didn't stop Dick.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
His hand whipped out impossibly fast, grabbing Dick by the throat as he pinned him against the grimy wall. Dick kicked out, fingers grasping to wedge their way into his hold for a morsel of air. Batman's eyes squinted, that face covering swallowing up everything, eclipsing the wrongly lighted sky.
This is what it meant to look into the face of Vengeance.
"I have to get it out," huffed a voice too deep, too out of breath, and so much younger than Dick had expected.
He couldn't respond. Wouldn't know what to say even if he could. Get what out? What was it these people were talking about? Batman had been infected too. Dick needed to get to the truck. He could help if only he were free.
"Don't fight it. I can't-" Batman cut himself off as he turned Dick over, pressed his face into the grit of the brick. The wall was wet, likely with whatever alley scum had splattered through the years. He was thankful for his mask, a small semblance of protection for the lurking bacteria and viruses.
Hand still grasping his throat from behind Batman yanked his pants down just enough to expose the meaty flesh of his ass. The air assaulted his skin first, too hot and sticky, before large hands began to grasp at his skin.
Dick squirmed, hands flailing out behind him in an effort to stop Batman. He knew it was pointless. The man was too strong, was covered in plated armor that Dick didn't even know how to begin to undo to try and get some damage in. It wouldn't be enough.
Batman pressed his face further into the wall. Dick heard the side of his mask crack, the plastic giving way under the pressure. Batman's fingers found their way in and around, probing inside of him quickly.
"Stop!" Dick tried to yell, going from defense to running. He attempted to work his body out from his hold.
Batman only squeezed tighter, his large fingers wrapping nearly all the way around. It was hard to breathe, each gasp only giving him enough air to not pass out.
"I have to get it out, please stop moving. I don't want to hurt you" it was a plea as much as a demand. The too young voice reminding Dick of his own friends when they beg for mercy after getting a but too rough while wrestling. He couldn't be that old.
Dick heard cables snap, things clicking, and the soft flesh of something pressing against his backside.
"I can help you! Just let me go," he tried pleading again, his mind racing with thoughts of getting infected himself with whatever these people had, but also with the horror of Batman as he pressed what could only be his cock between his cheeks.
"Shhhhh," Batman soothed through gravelly tones, before pushing himself inside of Dick.
He was stretched more than he had ever been, his large cock going deep. The pain was sharp and pointed, making him awake and all to aware of his body as it was violated.
"Batman, stop," Dick was pleading now, biting the words out as the man pulled out.
It grated on every nerve ending.
"I have to get it out now, now, now," he said, repeating the last word just at the others in the alleyway started taking up the words.
They continued to writhe on the ground, repeating the words in tandem with Batman. The words drove out every other thought, making it impossible for Dick to hear anything else. The only thing there was for him to focus on was the dragging of flesh against flesh, grating like sandpaper against his insides, as Batman fucked him raw.
His mask continued to bend and snap under the added force of the man's thrusting. Dick could feel the cool brick against his cheek, the wet slime of it. He was squeezing his eyes shut, waiting for it to be over.
He wished he would black out, wished the pain of it all would stop. But when Batman started humping to the chanting of the thugs on the ground, each now accompanied with a grunt. He was right up against Dick's neck, his breath cold compared to the saturated air around them.
Dick could only brace himself against the wall, hands pressed flat, trying to be as still as possible. Batman's grip never lessened on his neck, but there was a gentle grip on his hip. Almost like he was a lover, an embrace intimate and kind.
"I'm sorry," he sang as he came, pressing his hulking form against Dick as he panted out his pleasure. He held Dick close, a soft moaning escaping his lips as the last of the after shocks of his orgasm racked through him.
The others on the ground didn't stop, but their unison words. died down into prattling pathetic half nonsense again. It was then that Batman released Dick, stepping back without a word as he lumbered down the alley back toward the tree.
Dick froze, unsure if the assault was truly over, his body locked as if Batman was still behind him. It would take minutes still before he heard the sirens of his backup coming around the corner. It was only then that Dick forced his hands to pull his pants up, buckling his belt back into place.
He stepped out and away from the wall, his mind shut down from any kind of real thoughts. The only thing he could focus on was the medical aspect of things. He needed to tend to himself, asses the damage and dress the wound however he could.
He needed to be home, away from all of this.
He needed to make sure he wasn't going to turn into another thing on the ground desperate for contact however it could get it.
"Grayson," his partner called.
Dick nodded back, pulling his keys from his pocket as he stepped around to the side of his truck.
"I have to go, can you take care of this?" he knew he had asked a question, his partner bewildered behind him as he kept going before hearing their answer.
Dick just got in the vehicle and drove away, finding it hard to sit without searing pain.