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Title: To take this off my shoulders
Dick Grayson/Brother Blood
“Our father who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name,”
Dick closes his eyes, head bowed as he lets the droning voice wash over him.
“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven,”
He’s not one to hold much faith in anything, particularly gods and deities — sure they exist, he’s met a few in his lifetime, but half of them were trying to kill him and his family or they didn’t bother with humans at all (barring the few good ones, of course).
“Give us this day our daily bread,”
Heck, the Christian version of God didn’t even exist — abyss or void or ghost or whatever their name was, Dick couldn’t remember exactly.
“And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us,”
But as tacky as going to church and ‘praying away his sins’ and ‘confessing his sins to someone who can absolve him of all that’ is, he wasn’t about to actually go to therapy where the doctor will diagnose him with whatever mental illnesses if he tells them about all the crazy shit he’s gone through the first time around starting from he was eight years old.
“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,”
Besides, these people haven’t written him off just yet, even if the priest is probably thinking that he’s a psycho and should go seek help from an actual therapist — or maybe they think that he’s just joking around and so he’s waiting for Dick to go, ‘oh yeah I was just joking when I said all that’.
“For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.”
Well, at least that’s what happened in the last church Dick went to.
Being called a demon, or some sort of evil being possessing everyone is not… fun. It’s not like he hasn’t moved around a lot, not like he doesn’t like moving around, meeting new faces, going to new places but — there’s nowhere for him to return to, at the end of the day and that just—
That just teeters him off the edge of “alright” into “not doing so good”.
Sitting in there, in the dark confession booth, he spills his story of grief and hard-won battles against things that never sleep — the nightmares of being the reason why all his friends and family died — of not being good enough, of not being strong enough.
The priest listens, and Dick, for once, can’t feel the judgement radiating from him as he confesses of his mistakes, of being the reason why so many have died because of him — of the people that he’s killed.
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somewhere in the middle
(Also can I just say that writing this part just killed that mature rating I had this work on at the start 💀)
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“You deserve this, don’t you?” He hisses into Dick’s ear, dry fingers thrusting painfully into his ass.
He’s on his knees, hands tied back enough that his back arches uncomfortably, and legs kept wide open as commanded; the priest takes pleasure in reminding him every so often that there’s potential for anyone to see his hard cock throbbing red, but constrained by the cock ring nestled at the base.
A groan fell out of the former vigilante’s lips, pain sparking in his mind and tears threatening to fall as fingers twist and jab into him without remorse. He wants to sob, to curl and hide into the furthest corner away from this place, but—
He deserves this, doesn’t he?
Your fault — his mind whispers.
Too weak, too slow, too dumb and pathetic.
“You came to me for salvation, remember?” The priest reminds, tilting his chin up with a firm hand from behind, painfully forcing his jaw to open. “I’m simply giving you what you need, even if you don’t realise it.”
His body trembles with pleasure and pain, eyes blurring with moisture as he moans, around nothing.
“It’s hard, I know, but you want to be good, don’t you?” The priest soothes when he cries out in pain at the brutal handling. “I’m not punishing you entirely, am I? I’m letting this be a lesson, letting you learn. You should be grateful for this.”
“I am,” Dick chokes out, tears finally rolling down his cheeks. “I am, I am.”
“So how do you show your appreciation?” The priest encourages.
“Yes,” Dick whispers, trembling when he feels the man finally pull out to walk around in front.
Face burning with humiliation he couldn’t quite kill, his chest drops down, bending so far his chin could graze the wooden floor. Glancing up to see the priest smiling down encouragingly, his tongue tentatively darts out to swipe across his shoe.
Again.
“Thank you for teaching me.”
Again.
“Thank you for your generosity.”
Again.
“Thank you—“
…
—Again.
“Good boy,” The priest kneels, hand petting Dick’s hair.
A low whine rises in the back of his throat.
“Now now,” he chastised. “That’s enough of that.”
Dick’s breath hitched, rapidly blinking to stop the tears forming which was in futile as the priest grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him back up.
“If you insist on using your mouth uselessly like that, we might as well give it something productive to do, hm?”
Swallowing in apprehension, Dick watches as the man takes his cock out, already half-hard as lust swims in his eyes. Leaning forward, he takes the cock in his mouth, hands tied uselessly behind him.
The priest groans, head thrown back and Dick can feel him quickly harden with his lips wrapped around the member; a wince of pain from hands gripping his hair as the priest shallowly thrusted his hips into Dick’s pliant mouth has him grounded, unable to separate himself from his body.
But why would he need to do that?
Why would he waste the Father’s gracious lessons?
Dick’s pathetic, but ungrateful and selfish were not who he was.
“That’s better,” the priest purrs, slowly grinding into his mouth and he almost gags, almost chokes for air when air supply is cut short.
…
Notes:
— Reincarnation fic??
— except double reincarnation of BroBlo and Dick?
— or maybe broblo is just a fucked up person recognising that Dick has Issues and manipulates his way into taking advantage of him
— says shit like “this is the first steps to repent for your sins”
— or maybe totally 180 with “this is your punishment for basically being a fuckup deal with it”
— except he’s literally just raping Dick “because”
— idk how Dick would/wouldn’t recognise BroBlo leave me alone I haven’t actually read any of the comics or watched anything except for YJ and the JLD:A ok??
— maybe just alt universe where Broblo doesn’t look like Dick’s broblo so Dick doesn’t think Broblo is a murderous psychopath right away
— I was thinking of doing some references to William Slessor, a nihilistic poet’s work: “Revered Samuel Marsden” or whatever it was called im sorry literature people
— basically dick’s narration with quotes from actual bible
— and then Broblo’s narration with quotes from William Slessor’s poem because “RSM” is basically about that egomaniac dude who tortures ppl in the name of faith and god and love and shit
Tl;dr
— this is literally just porn with touch of plot
— church porn
— priest porn
— except it’s the priest doing the porn
— the plot is just staring at me, scared
— manipulative gaslighting asshole of a person
— hurt dick grayson, dick grayson needs a hug, dick grayson deserves better — ALL those tags