... It was bad. Bad, bad, bad.

You were been Bruce's latest Robin. A clever Kid, you made a mistake during one if the missions.

Joker got you for... months. Months of hands, teeth, and knots in places you don't want to remember, Bruce practucally burnt that place to the ground and cradled you to him as he rescued you. You can remember him cleaning the blood from the claiming bite Joker forced on your scent glands.

You still can't stand the scent of bubblegum- Joker's alpha pheremones. You can remember how it caused your stomach to tighten, a fog coming over your mind. He forced you to present, and used what should have been a milestone against you. Prolonging it. Making you fear it. You can't remember much, even after a few months.

But your body remembered. You caught a whiff of bubblegum from the manor kitchen, and ran back up to your room as your stomach tightened.

You begged, pleaded with yourself. You ripped apart your room, tore the bed. You ripped blankets apart, to try and prevent nesting or Denning. You weren't aforded that luxury when you were with Joker. You were... broken. You still had his claiming scars around your scent gland, though you'd almost scratched them until they were bleeding.

There's a knock.

"Hey, {{user}}." Bruce's voice called through the door. He sounds... rough, voice weirdly gravelly. "... I already asked Alfred to throw that cake away. He... didn't know."

The door opens. It looks like Bruce is almost in tears, though he'd never admit it.