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Dick knows he’s in the wrong universe as soon as he stumbles out of the zeta tube, disoriented and nauseous, into a hideout he doesn’t recognise. Unfortunately, so do the people on the other side. Dick manages to roll to the side just in time to avoid the arrow this world’s Artemis shoots at him. It has the unintended consequence of putting him in reach of Conner, who scoops him up off the floor like a disobedient puppy, both arms wrapped around his chest and biceps in a bear hug.
Dick’s head is swimming, a steady pain throbbing behind his eyes. He’s travelled to alternate universes before and he’s never felt like this. He’s not sure if it’s something to do with this universe specifically, or how he got here. He’s not sure about that either. He’s used that zeta tube hundreds of times and it’s never spat him out in a different universe before.
Dick’s legs are still free, but that won’t do much against Conner, not if this version is as superpowered as his. He wishes he had some kryptonite on him. Bruce would have, he always carries some in his belt, just in case. After this, Dick thinks he might start doing the same.
Artemis steps closer, stopping just out of reach of his legs. She’s wearing a surprisingly similar uniform, although it’s much darker, and her hair is cut short. “Well, well, who do we have here?” she says, a sharp grin on her face. She makes a gesture and Conner shifts one arm up so he can peel the mask off of Dick’s face. Artemis doesn’t look surprised by what she sees. “You’re not our Dick Grayson.”
So in this universe they know who he is. That doesn’t make him feel any better. “Look,” he tries. “Let me go and we can figure this out. I’ll go back to my universe and we can forget this ever happened.”
They don’t look convinced. Dick can’t blame them, he’d be wary in their situation as well. He’s not even sure how he’d get back. He’s hoping they know something he doesn’t. They’re obviously familiar with alternate universes as well.
“We should take him to Dick,” Conner says, voice rumbling through Dick’s back.
Artemis smiles, slow and predatory. It makes the hairs on the back of Dick’s neck stand up. “What’s the rush? You know Dick’s just going to tear him apart.”
Well that sounds fucking ominous. Dick would rather stay in one piece, if it’s all the same to them. Conner shifts nervously behind him. “I don’t know…”
“Come on,” Artemis says, pressing closer. She’s in range of Dick’s legs now, but he doesn’t use them. Conner’s still got his arms trapped and from the sounds of things she’s the only one currently standing between Dick and a grisly death. Still that doesn’t stop Dick from wanting to kick her right in the face when she strokes a hand down his chest, fingers lingering over his ribs. “We could have some fun with him first. Aren’t you a little curious? He is Dick after all.”
“What do you mean?” Conner asks, although from the tone of his voice he knows exactly what she means.
“I’ve seen you looking at him,” Artemis says, low like a secret, like Dick isn’t even there. “You can’t have the real thing, but we could have some fun with this one.”
Fuck. Dick draws his legs up sharply, forcing Artemis back. He kicks out, but Conner is just as fast and before Dick can make contact he’s being slammed into the ground, hard enough to force the air from his lungs. Conner flips him over onto his back as he wheezes, momentarily dazed, and the material of his suit tears surprisingly easily beneath Conner’s hands. Dick twists, grabs for one of the smoke bombs that’s tucked into the lining. He just needs to get out of reach. If he can make it to the zeta tube, he’s got a chance.
Artemis kicks him in the head, hard enough that his neck cracks, his vision greying out. He flounders, weak and uncoordinated, as Artemis grabs his wrists, tying them together with some sort of wire. She ties it tight enough that it digs into his skin even through the material of his gloves, then presses his hands down above his head.
Rough hands grab his thighs, pushing them up and out. Conner hasn’t bothered to get him naked, he’s just ripped open the bottom half of his suit, and it makes Dick feel weirdly exposed, cool air brushing over bare skin.
“Wait,” he slurs out. This has escalated faster than he was expecting. Not that he was ever expecting this. These are his teammates, people he trusts, and yeah they’re not his teammates exactly, but somehow he never expected them to be capable of this, no matter what universe they were from.
Conner sticks two fingers in his mouth. Dick bites down instinctively but Conner doesn’t seem to even notice, just pushes his fingers deeper until Dick is gagging, his knuckles scraping over Dick’s teeth. He pulls them out and Dick only has a moment to be relieved before he’s pressing those fingers against his asshole, rough and insistent.
Panic roars through Dick’s chest, lighting him up from the inside. This is really happening. He’s really about to be raped by these monsters with the faces of his friends. “Conner, please.”
Pain spears through him as Conner shoves his fingers inside, and Jesus these are only his fingers. Dick chokes, writhing as Conner fucks them roughly, scissoring his fingers, not easing him into it at all.
Artemis leans over him, a smile curling her lips. “So pretty,” she coos as Dick bares his teeth at her. Conner hums, takes his fingers out, adjusting his grip on Dick’s legs. Then there’s something even bigger than his fingers nudging at Dick’s entrance and Dick panics because holy shit that thing feels huge. Conner hasn’t prepped him nearly enough, has only used two fingers and spit to ease the way.
“Wait, wait-” Dick chokes out. Conner ignores him, thrusting forwards, forcing himself inside. Dick screams, he can’t help himself, it fucking hurts. Conner doesn’t give him any time to adjust, just immediately starts thrusting, hard and fast. Dick’s almost nauseous with the pain, ragged and scraping across his insides.
The force of his thrusts jolt him across the floor, Conner’s grip on his thighs bruising. Dick twists against his bindings, the sharp pain of the wire cutting into his skin far better than the aching, tearing pain between his legs. He’s distracted so it takes him longer than it should to realise that Artemis is no longer holding his arms down.
A leg swings over his head, then Artemis is settling over him, naked from the waist down. Fingers twist into his hair, tugging hard, pressing his already sore head against the ground. Conner grunts, giving a particularly hard thrust that has Dick yelping. “What are you doing?”
Dick can’t see Conner’s face anymore with Artemis above him, but he sounds annoyed. “What?” Artemis snaps back. “You thought you’d get all the fun?”
She lowers herself down so she’s pressed against Dick’s mouth, grinding down with a soft groan. She’s wet already, smearing over Dick’s lips and chin. He presses his lips together hard but can’t help gasping when she tugs sharply at his hair, then grinds down against his open mouth.
“Do that again,” Conner groans, hips stuttering against Dick’s ass. Artemis tugs his hair again, pain lighting up his scalp and Conner moans as Dick clenches down around him reflexively.
Artemis rocks herself against his mouth. It makes it hard for him to breathe, his nose buried in the dark patch of her hair, the air forced from his lungs with every thrust of Conner’s hips. He feels lightheaded. He kind of hopes he’ll pass out so he doesn’t have to be awake for this.
“Come on,” Artemis groans. “Work with me here and maybe we won’t let Dick kill you.”
He doesn’t believe her, but he also wants this to be over with already, so he sticks his tongue out, licking along her to flick over her clit. She gasps, shuddering, and tugs at his hair again.
“That’s it,” Artemis says breathlessly. “Just like that.”
Dick squeezes his eyes shut and lets himself drift, working his tongue over her in practised motions. By the time she comes, shuddering to a halt above him, a strangled moan falling from her mouth, Dick’s jaw is aching. He’s pretty sure he’s torn because Conner’s thrusts have smoothed out. His whole body is one mass of pain, radiating up his spine, bone deep where Conner’s fingers press into his flesh.
Artemis pants above him, collecting herself for a moment before she climbs off of him. Conner bends over to bury his face into Dick’s throat now that Artemis is no longer in the way. He presses wet groans against Dick’s skin, followed by his teeth as his hips stutter, grinding deep as he comes, biting down hard.
When he pulls away there’s blood on his lips and on his softening cock, smeared over Dick’s thighs. Dick sobs, curling his legs up to his chest, bringing his arms down around them. His wrists are slick with blood as well, the wire cutting dangerously deep, but Dick can’t bring himself to care.
Artemis and Conner are talking softly somewhere above him. It sounds like they’re arguing, but Dick can’t quite make out the words. He feels shocky, his skin is slick with sweat but he feels cold, his body trembling. He’s not sure how he’s going to be able to look his Conner and Artemis in the eyes. Not sure he can see their faces without remembering this. The knowledge curdles sickeningly in his stomach.
A hand wraps around his bicep, tugging him upright roughly. Dick tries to get his feet underneath him, but his legs are too weak, pain lancing up his spine. Conner doesn’t seem to care, just hefts him into his arms, ignoring the way Dick flails, crying out in alarm.
“Come on then,” Artemis says. She sounds bitter. “Let’s take him to Dick.”
The whole, not being able to look at them thing might not actually be a problem, because Dick has the sinking suspicion that he’s not going home anytime soon. He shuts his eyes, leaning his head against Conner’s broad chest, and prays that if this Dick does kill him, he’ll make it quick.