ginger300 Reverse Batfam people y'all can't escape it

Damian = Nightwing

Jason = Red Hood

 Tim = Red Robin 

Dick = Robin 

EDIT: TW GORE

It was believed throughout the world that Robin had been the same person from the day Robin began. Even when Robin was a girl, Batman managed to maintain the lie by changing how she looked to fit the mould. Dick was no different. He had to learn the history of Robin and they had to fit his boots with a slight platform so he was the same height as the very first Robin. There were very few people who weren't convinced by The Robin Myth and there were only a handful of people that were allowed to know it wasn't true. But one night in Gotham can change a lot of things.

Joker had the Young Justice team in his clutches and was sharpening his tools as they watched him apprehensively. They knew what he was planning, they just didn't know who he would do it to. Robin felt like he'd be the first to be tortured if not the only person to be tortured so he decided to nudge Kid Flash and glance at his glove. The ginger got the message and subtly took it off. 

"Only in emergencies," he whispered with a serious look.

"This is an emergency!" whisper-yelled Kid Flash.

"Not to me. If he moves onto one of you or you see me break, then it's an emergency." Reluctantly, his friend agreed and hid the glove behind his back. Robin felt some room after he pulled off his glove which gave him hope he could get out of the cuffs and free his friends. Joker was tough but they could have Miss Martian brain blast him or something. He shifted to try and move it out but was stopped when he heard footsteps coming towards him. 

"Aww, is Robbie uncomfortable?" Joker asked. Shit, he'd noticed the movement. Robin quickly took off his other glove to pretend that was his original plan and put on a brave face. 

"You know what, I am. Would it kill you to get nicer cuffs? Or maybe fancy this place up once in a while?" he remarked. The villain's gloved hand grabbed him by the collar and he was brought to his feet. "Did I piss off Jokester?" he asked with a smug grin. 

"I wouldn't look so triumphant so soon. Let's see how you feel when I'm done with you." He dragged Robin over to the chair and strapped him in. He grinned when he saw the teens squirm and fight against their restraints. He'd put on a good show for him. 

Twenty minutes in and Robin wasn't breaking. Every comment Joker made came with a smart-ass reply. Whenever his knife slid against the hero's pale skin, he didn't even whimper. Robin was held strong. He even cracked a smile most of the time. His teammates could tell that Joker was getting angry at his lacklustre reactions but Robin was stubborn and wouldn't give him the satisfaction. A knife was plunged into his thigh in frustration yet he didn't give more than a little yelp. 

"I have no idea how people have a kink for knifeplay. This sucks," Robin stated. The Clown Prince huffed at him and went to the table of instruments. He picked up a hammer and played with it in his hands for a few moments before sauntering back over to the hero. 

"You know," Joker began. There was a gleam in his eye as though he'd just remembered something delightfully horrid. Robin didn't like that look at all. He'd not seen the villain so confident in something for a while. "Despite your irking remarks," Joker continued. He practised his swing a few times before finally finishing his sentence. "You're my favourite Robin." Robin's eyes widened and the man took his chance. He slammed the hammer onto Robin's hand, making him scream in pain. How'd he know that there was more than one? He wasn't supposed to know there was more than one. Had word gotten out? Robin thought he did such a good job of keeping it a secret. "There's that scream I love! That right there is why you're my favourite!" Joker exclaimed giddily. He went over to his other hand and threw the hammer down again to gain another sickeningly beautiful scream. "It hurts, doesn't it? Batsy can train you as much as he likes but I'll always break through those pesky techniques," he announced. He let out a satisfied laugh as he brought the hammer down again and again. Robin pulled against his restraints as he tried to catch his breath. Tears were running down his face. He wasn't supposed to look so weak in front of his fellow heroes, in front of the villain nonetheless, but it hurt so much. He could feel his fingers and palms swelling up like an airbag for the hammer. Joker got bored with his hand and put the hammer back. He picked up a crowbar. Robin flashed a look to Kid Flash and the ginger nodded, pressing the emergency signal in the glove. Hopefully, Batman would come quickly because he couldn't stomach much more of seeing his friend being tortured.

Joker hit Robin so hard with the crowbar that the chair fell backwards onto the floor. He shrugged to himself and decided the newfound position would allow him to put more power into his hits. One hit. Two hits. Three, four, five, six! They just kept coming and nothing was going to stop him. Robin's screams were ear-piercing but each howl of pain he let out fuelled the Joker's stomach-twisting laughs. 

"Stop it!" Miss Martian cried out but her demand fell on deaf ears. She could feel such horrible negative emotions that it was getting way too much. She felt overwhelmed. Her senses were overloaded. Everyone was trying to escape their bonds so they could stop the pain but they were simply tied too tight. Joker had been prepared for their capture and made sure they'd have to have a miracle to get out of their restraints. Maybe that was why Joker was so confident in himself that he could take his sweet time doing whatever he wanted. There was a sense of desperation lingering in the air and the more they were forced to hear their youngest member beaten the more time they were going to spend laying awake at night thinking about it. They could see the flecks of red and the strained yells that would forever haunt them whenever they closed their eyes. 

They were spared of seeing more by the sound of shattering glass. Joker glanced over to where the clear shards tinkled against the floor. He didn't get to even take in what or who he was looking at when Red Hood shot him in the kneecaps. Batman didn't waste any time scolding him and ran over to his fallen ward. Red Robin ran over to the tied-up teammates whilst Nightwing joined his gun-toting brother in beating Joker within an inch of his life. 

"B?" Robin called weakly when he saw the Batman-shaped blur come into his vision. His body was covered in cuts and newly formed bruises. It hurt to breathe or move but just seeing his mentor made him feel better. 

"It's me, chum. I'm right here. I need you to stay with me, think you can do that?" 

"He knows," Robin cried. "I ruined it." 

"Shh, it doesn't matter now. Concentrate on staying with me," Batman told him. "I'm going to pick you up. It's going to hurt but I need to get you home."

"No, Mountain," Robin demanded. The older furrowed his eyebrows. The facilities were the exact same at the Mountain as the Batcave. Robin turned his head with a sob to look over at his friends and that was all the explanation needed. 

"Fine. We'll go to the Mountain. Kid Flash!" Batman called. The speedster was by his side in an instant. "Take Robin to the Mountain. I'll let Black Canary know you're coming." He nodded and picked up the broken bird. "Be careful with him."

"I will. You have my word." Kid Flash was gone as soon as he finished the sentence and Batman turned his attention to his sons. He put a hand on each of their shoulders to get them to stop. They turned to him, unhappy with not being allowed to go any further, but were surprised to see Robin was no longer on the floor. 

"He's at the Mountain," Batman told them.

"The Mountain? Why the fuck is he there?" Red Hood snapped. Their mentor directed their gaze to the shell-shocked and pale group of teenagers. 

"He's got another family worrying about him."

"They're not family," Nightwing hissed. "They're a thorn in our side that Grayson just so happens to enjoy being a part of." 

"They may not be your family but they're his. Let's keep it civil."

"Civil my ass."

Robin's family escorted the Young Justice team back to the Mountain where they were near but sobbed upon seeing their youngest member laying on the white gurney. His eyes were closed and Kid Flash was running his fingers through his hair to help keep his sleep calm. Black Canary watched over the pair with a frown, darting her eyes over to the vitals machine every so often.

"How is he?" Batman asked as both his sons and the team filtered in. 

"You got there before anything was broken. Three dislocated fingers, his left shoulder was out of its socket and his ribs are severely bruised. We're looking at two weeks of bed rest, maybe a month before he can go back on patrol," Black Canary explained. 

"I told you something like this would happen," Nightwing chided. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Artemis asked. She was in no mood to deal with any of his comments. 

"It means you don't know how to look after our little brother. He belongs with us. He belongs in the Batcave but he's here instead and look where that got him," Red Hood explained on behalf of his sibling. He glared at her too to solidify his point. She scowled right back at him. 

"Guys, let's not do this right now," Kid Flash said. None of them was in the right headspace and the last thing they needed was for the wrong thing to be said at the wrong time. 

"No, let's do this," Artemis replied. "Robin decided to be a part of this team and he trusts us."

"Then his trust is obviously misplaced," Red Robin mumbled. 

"You have no right to speak to my team like this. Robin has been hurt on your watch too. We were unable to do anything about it but if we were able to do something we would've done it," Aqualad defended. Nightwing tutted dismissively at him, successfully pissing off the already traumatized team. 

"You shouldn't have been in that position in the first place. You've failed as a leader-"

"That's it," a voice groaned. 

Everyone's heads snapped toward the bed where Robin was shakily trying to sit up. Kid Flash kept him down and grabbed the remote for the bed instead. He shot a thankful smile that quickly turned sour when directed at the bat brothers. 

"One, I am trying to rest. You three always lecture me on not resting and now you're snapping at my friends whilst I'm trying to. Two, shut your goddamn mouths. My team couldn't have done anything because we were ambushed. You wanna be mad at someone then be mad at me since I'm the one that said the coast was clear-"

"We'd never be mad at-"

"I'm not finished!" Robin shouted, his frustration getting the better of him. "Three, don't you fucking dare blame them when they've just had a front-row seat for my torture session. They had to watch me knowing they couldn't do jackshit about what was going on. You out of everyone should know how hard that is. And four, if you want to start a fight with them, you start a fight with me. Don't even get me started on you Batman for not saying anything." The room fell silent. Robin never sounded so angry nor so authoritative. They knew he must be mad if he was ignoring his pain to put his brothers right. "You know what? Out. I want all four of you out of this room right now. This time is for my team and I better not catch you waiting outside. Go home and stay home until you learn to bite your tongues."

"But you're hurt," Red Robin pointed out.

"Did I fucking stutter?" His brothers looked amongst themselves and then to Batman who looked at Robin. When he received a harsh glare, he gave his sons the nod to follow him out of the room. They felt ashamed as they walked out having been told off by a thirteen-year-old.

"You didn't need to do that," Miss Martian said once it was just the team and Black Canary. 

"I did. You're family now whether they like it or not and nobody talks to my family like that. Especially after what you went through," he replied.

"How're you feeling?" Aqualad asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Like I was thrown off a cliff. What about you guys? I know seeing someone like that is hard," he answered. They didn't say anything at first but he didn't mind. "Look, I've gone a few rounds with him before and, in comparison, this is the best I've come out of it. I'll be okay."

"We know it's just..." the archer didn't know how she was going to end that sentence.

"It's different seeing it. I get it. BC is probably gonna make us go to some group therapy and I'll probably need some sort of physical therapy but we're gonna be okay." They smiled at him, needing that reassurance. Kid Flash lowered the bed a little and went back to running his fingers through his hair. 

"Get some rest, Rob. You need it," he said. Robin looked minutes from passing out anyway so he simply nodded and leaned into his touch, closing his eyes and drifting off.