trigger warnings !!

mentions of sexual assault,
dissociation

ᵐʸ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ | ᵈᶦᶜᵏ ᵍʳᵃʸˢᵒⁿ

Cold, wet concrete is all Dick could feel against his Nomex, triple-weave Kevlar shell suit. The sound of rain harshly hitting the floor. Doing the one thing he wants to do. Hit something. But after all he's frozen, laying on the rooftop whispering no as his mind slipped into a haze.

He felt himself slipping away, dissociating from the physical world and his emotions. He was no longer in control of his body or his thoughts, and he was unable to even move. He felt himself falling into a dark void, with no way to escape from her.

When he came back from reality she wasn't there. She left him there vulnerable laying on the rooftop. He zipped his suit up before standing on shaky limbs.

Dick felt dirty, and guilt began to sink in as he glanced at the dead body of Blockbuster that laid a few meters away. He could have stopped her. He should have stopped her. But he froze.

He stood there and let her pull the trigger. Why did he do that? Bruce would kill him if he could see him now. He not only let a murder walk away, he let her steal a precious part of him too. He had been assaulted by Catalina and he had let her walk away. He felt his stomach turn as he thought of what had just happened, and he felt ashamed of himself for not doing anything to stop her. He had let her take away his control, and Dick was determined never to let that happen again.

There was no going back from this, Dick thought as he jumped rooftop to rooftop in hopes of getting to his motorcycle. All of his safe houses in Bludhaven were blown up from Blockbuster leaving Dick with no choice but to go to Gotham.

Thoughts of what had occurred crept up on him from the darkest corners of his mind. Dick shook his head as he drove to Gotham. Desperate to get them out of his head. He would do anything to feel like he did only hours ago.

His body shook as he desperately wanted to claw his skin off. Wanting to feel a release from the never ending pain. Phantom hands caressed his body, in unwanted places.

As soon as he entered his lesser known safe house, he tore off his suit, leaving him in just his under garnets. Before rushing to the bathroom and putting the shower on high.

Standing under the burning hot shower made the phantom hands and pain disappear. Unknown to Dick, his family was messaging him after hearing about the huge fight that went down in Bludhaven.

"Dick? Are you here?" someone called out breaking Dick out of the dark haze that slithered to the front. He turned off the shower just as a woman stepped into the unlocked bathroom.

"Dick! What happened? Are you injured?" The woman began to ask all these questions yet the only thing that Dick could do was sob out.

'Kalra I can't" Dick cried out, before dropping to the ground of the bathtub. The woman now known as Kalra rushed to Dick. grabbing on to him checking for injuries as he cried out in her arms. Breaking her heart with every sob.

Then she saw it. The one thing that would break her heart even more.

A hickey on his neck and bruises littered on his body. Ones that would be caused by rough sex, or non-consensual sex in this case.

"Oh Dick, I'm so fucking sorry." Kalra looked at him with her eyes filled with pain and anger as she had once felt exactly how he feels. She hesitated before asking if she could touch him, only for him to lean into her arms.

Kalra cradled Dick in her arms rocking Dick back and forth, her hand running through his hair and rubbing circles on his back. She hummed a soothing lullaby as she whispered promises of protection and safety into his ear. Kalra kissed his forehead and wiped away his tears, letting him know that he was not alone. She stayed with him until his tears stopped and he fell asleep in her arms.