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"NO! NO, JAY! I'M NOT- NO!" Robin growled and slammed the phone down. the tower went silent for about five seconds. then the phone rang again. He picked up. "STOP CALLING ME!" He threw the phone into the wall, where it shattered.

The titans watched the wreckage of the cell shatter to the floor. No one spoke for several seconds, until Gar voiced all of  their concerns in an eloquent: "Dude, What Was That!"

"Someone found my phone number." He scowled. suddenly, there was a caller alert across the tv screen. the Caller ID just said 'J'. Robin stormed over and tried to deny the call, but the call accepted itself before he could answer. "Leave Us Alone!" He ordered as the monitor blinked into life.

Across the screen, they saw the face of a boy in his late teens appear. He wore a mask, like Robins, a strip of  white hair, and one hell of a jawline.

"Hey birdie."

"How did you- I programmed the firewall myself!"

"That's what made it so easy!" The guy grinned. "Hey! look how tall you got!"

Robin frowned. "Stop trying to contact me! I already told you: I'm not coming back to Gotham!"

"Come on! Either you let me convince you, or dad will be there in half an hour to drag you back."

"Just leave me alone." He said in a low, angry, voice.

"Okay, I'll tell dad to head over. See you in a few!" The caller ended the call.

There were a fair few seconds where everyone questioned what they'd just heard. Did that guy know Robin? Why did Robin call him J? 'Dad'??

"Uh, dude, what was that?" Cyborg asked.

"Just some stuff from back in the day." Robin growled. "I have to update the security systems..."

"Why did he keep saying 'Dad'?"

"It's a long story!" The leader huffed. "They want me to go back to Gotham."

"So, let's go back and visit a day! I could do with a change of scenery!" BB proposed.

"NO. This is a different side to Gotham! If they manage to take me back there, it's unlikely they'd let me return..."

"Why not, Robin?" Starfire asked, wide-eyed.

He sighed. "Cause I ran away from there last year. They- my brothers and... dad... wouldn't approve of the Teen Titans."

"You have brothers?" The other Titans had never thought much of where Robin had come from. They just assumed he was some Badass with enough time on his hands to live full-time in the tower and lead the team at all hours.

"Yeah. That was one of 'em..."

"Jay?" Raven asked.

Robin got uncomfortable. "Yeah. Jason."

"What's the other one named?" Gar asked.

"Its kind of Privet..." Robin sighed, he knew his family would find him eventually, he just wished it'd be later. 

"You should do something." He jumped as he realized Raven was at his side. "I'm not fighting a family of Robins. So resolve this."

"I'm trying, trust me!" Robin scowled.

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Dick darted awake. He didn't remember going to bed, just  vague memory of thick Blue-ish grey smoke. He'd been kidnapped. The room him was in was dark, with a very familiar scent. 

He was tied to a chair, which wouldn't be too big of an issue, except he'd been stripped of his gloves and belt. Whatever, he'd been babysat by a contortionist and an escape artist, this would be a breeze, all he had to do was...

"Dick." Fuck. That's his name. More importantly, the voice saying it.

"Bruce."

"I'm sure you don't remember it, but you put up quite the fight."

"What was that stuff, I've never seen you use it." Dick groaned, his whole body ached.

"It works like anesthesia and knock-out gas. You were my test run." He finally saw Bruce, pacing the room. "It takes too long to make them unconcious, you fought for about ten minutes before passing out."

"Great." He said sarcastically. "You tested it, and didn't even know if it would kill me."

"It has Red Robin's stamp of aproval, I assumed it wouldn't."Dick didn't have anything to say to that. "Speaking of your btothers, they've missed you."

"Sure." He scoffed.

"as did I."

"Sure." He said, even more sarcastically.

"Dick," Bruce sighed heavily. "I'm worried about you."

"You don't have to be! I'm fifteen! I do't need you to shadow all my missions, or patch me up after getting hurt, I'm Fine!"

"Dick, I've been through this with your brothers too many times already." Bruce stated. "I'm not saying that fifteen is too young to lead a team, but fifteen is too young for somethings."

"You let Jason die when he was fifteen!" Dick quickly realized he'd fucked up.

There was a bark of laughter from the dark corner behind him. "Nice, Birdie, very tactful!"

"Jay!" Dick whined. "I'm sick of your voice." 

"That's not very nice." His brother tried to ruffle his hair. "Gross, how much gel is in that?"

"Welcome back, Dickie." Another voice called, behind him. 

"Tim." Dick stated.

"You're right, Jay. It's been eighteen months, and look how tall he's gotten!"

"And that's not including his 'special shoes', which I've already taken off." Jason grinned. "I estimate... five-five?"

"Five-four" A fourth voice spoke up. "I measured him when he came in."

"I wondered when Damian would show up." Dick spat. Being kidnapped by his dad and brothers wasn't what he expected when he woke up that morning. "What did you do to the titans?" He ordered.

"They're not hurt." His eldest brother assured. "They've been sedated and detained."

"You call that 'not hurt'?" Dick groaned, this would be awkward to explain. "Why did you have to take all of them?"

"interrogation." The eldest said. "You've been significantly injured since we last saw you. I had to examine you to ensure none of your injuries were infected. I don't trust you to sanitize them properly yourself."

"Hold on- you stripped me while I was sedated to make sure none of my injuries-"

"I think he just said that, baby bird." Jason stated.

"Privacy!" Dick exclaimed, kicking his bound shins against his chair.

"Dickie, we've seen it all before." Tim assured. "Except..."

"What?" The youngest asked nervously.

"Dick, there's a line on your back." Bruce re-entered the conversation. "It looks like an infected surgery scar."

"So? Sometimes scars look weird!"

"Richard, this scar wasn't hurried, it was carved really carefully, you were either unconscious at the time, or being restrained." Damian said. "How did you get it?"

Dick tried a different approach. "I- I Dunno?"

"Dick." Bruce stated.

"We aren't completely stupid! we can see that you got fucked up. Who did it?" Jason ordered. Dick opened his mouth to answer. "Don't say that you don't know!"

"Dick, please..." Tim brushed hair out of his little brother's eyes, finally letting Dick see properly. 

There was clearly know point in trying to lie, but at least he could get away with a few half-truths. "This guy in my new city, Slade- We also call him Death Stroke- he's kind of the Joker of Jump city."

"A madman?"

"No, he's just, the most antagonistic villain we've faced." He looked at the floor, trying to ward of the memories. he lived with the Titans, so he'd yet to properly process his emotions.

"He did this to you?" Bruce growled.

"He cut me, yeah." Dick admitted. "But since joining the Titans, I've gotten injured less than I did back here."

Jason looked like he was going to make a quip about the villains in Jump not being very threatening, but Tim elbowed him. "So how did he do this? Did he drug you?"

"Nope, no drugs, he just restrained me, and cut my back a little."

"Was he attempting to mutilate you?" Damian asked seriously. "Was it torture?"

Dick shrugged, as casually as he could he said. "No, he just had to plant trackers inside me." He shut his eyes, as the temperature of the room changed drastically.

"He WHAT?"

"Are they still active?"

"How long ago?"

"You weren't drugged, why didn't you escape?"

"SHUT UP!" Dick shouted. "They aren't active anymore! I popped the stitches and pulled them out myself. This was about two months ago, and... I couldn't escape."

"Why not?"

"He had my team." Dick said quietly. "He had control over them, so I had to do what he wanted..." He felt his father and brothers look around at each other.

"What did he want you to do, Dick?" Bruce asked seriously. 

Dick couldn't lighten this part by much. "He wanted an apprentice."

Damian's face darkened. "What did he make you do?"

"Well, you know that break in at Wayne tech two moths ago...?" He nodded shyly. "And he..." Dick shrugged. 

"What else?" Bruce ordered. Dick didn't answer.

"WHAT ELSE?" Jason shouted, darting forwards. Dick flinched back so hard that his chair toppled backwards, smacking him into the floor. The others froze up. 

"Dick." Tim pulled his brother back upright, he was shaking a little. "Are you okay?" He turned back and glared at his other little brother. "JASON!"

"He's never freaked like that before!" Jason defended. "Geez, you'd think that he'd been-"

"Dick, what else happened?" Bruce demanded. 

Dick tried not to cry, Jason had just brought back unwanted memories, and he was being yelled at. He wished he'd had a chance to cry this out before being yelled at. "I messed up a few times."

"What happened when you messed up?"

It felt like being questioned by CPS. "I was smacked around a bit, maybe." He muttered.

"What does that mean?" Jason threw himself forwards and grabbed Dick's shoulders, shaking him. "That bastard hit you? How much?"

"Jason, you're not helping!" Tim hissed, internalizing his anger.

"Dick, tell us what he did."

Dick shrugged uncomfortably. "He only hit me a few times- when we weren't fighting, I mean... but..."

"But what?"

"Dick, what did that son of a bitch do to you?" 

Dick tried to stay casual, he didn't like feeling negative emotions. "Y-you know those electric collars?"

"The inhumane torture devices they use on dogs?" Damian growled. "Is that what he did?"

Dick shrugged again. "I-I dunno." The whole room was chilled. Dick wasn't going to cry! he forced himself to puff out his chest, trying to act angry again. "L-Let my team go!" He ordered, surprising them with how suddenly he reverted.

"Dick..."

"Let them go!"

"Just tell us what happened..."

"NO!" Dick protested. "Let 'em go!"

Bruce sighed. "Tim, Jason, let them go, your brother will be staying a little longer." He leaned closer to his youngest. "you can talk, Dick. We wont force you to, but you can."

Dick let his defensiveness ease up a little as his brothers left. "...thanks..." He muttered.