A/N: Contains self harm.

"I'm so sorry Dick, for all of this" whispered Bruce.
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Dick's eyes began to flutter open and he was met with darkness. He blinked his eyes for a moment trying to gather all his thoughts and piece together what happened but everything was jumbled up and blurry. Dick sighed and slowly sat up and almost right away got a wave of dizziness. He shook he head and glanced around the room but it appeared that he was all alone. 

He to his dislike was still in the medical room, only increasing his uneasiness more so. He pushed his way off the bed and his sore bare feet touched the cool floor. Slowly and cautiously Dick began to walk out of the medical room and enter into the main area of the room, which was a cave. 
It was dead quite in there and slightly dark except for a faint glow coming off a huge computer screen with smaller ones surrounding it. He walked up to it and narrowed his eyes to see what was on it. As soon as his eyes landed on the picture Dick gasped and took a step backwards.

It was a picture of his parents with an article about their death next to it. Flashes of that night appeared in his mind and he held his breath as he once again witnessed his parents dying before him. Dick inhaled sharply as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He bit his bottom lip and turned away from the computer screen. Just then an overwhelming feeling flooded over him, everything that has happened seemed to be crashing down upon him at this very second. 

The deaths of his parents. 
Being kidnapped and tortured and experimented upon. 
Gaining powers he never asked for.

Having his parents ripped from him over and over again by drugs his captors forced in him.
The constant fear of even breathing.
The pain he faced almost every second of his life.

Being touched.

Tears now were streaming down his face and he just so badly wanted to escape all of it, all of the pain. To escape everything. 

Dick looked around the room and began to walk, looking for something, anything really that could help him escape. 
He came to Batman's suit and for a split second he wondered where Bruce was and how things might have been if Bruce had taken him in vs being kidnapped. But he shook his head, he couldn't allow himself to think about that, to think about a better life when it was all fake and a lie. He was stuck in this terrible life full of pain and suffering and he was just so done with it. He has been through too much, seen too much and all he wants is to feel safe, be happy and loved again. 
Deep down he knew that those were never ever going to be possibilities for the likes of him. He broke when he lost his parents but was shattered when he was taken by his captors, there was no way of putting back his broken pieces. He was a broken mess and had no one who cared about him. 

In the back of his mind he knew that it would be just a matter of time before his captors found him and punish him for escaping. 
An image of his master flashed before his eyes and Dick shuttered and wrapped his arms tightly around himself, he never wanted to see or feel that man ever again. 

Dick slowly walked around the cave and just before he gave up his search for something to help him escape his eyes landed on a table off in the corner of the cave, on it held some items and one in particular looked sharp. It looked sharp enough to help him escape his reality, his pain, his suffering.

He took the tool and he pressed his back against on of the walls of the cave and slid down to the ground, pulling his knees up and looking down at his wrist. He then looked at the dark tool in his hand and smiled just a little bit to himself.

"Thank you Bruce and Wally for being so kind to me, it was more than I deserve.'' thought Dick as he brought the tool down to his wrist. The cold piece of metal touched his skin and he closed his eyes for a second before he pressed it down into his pale skin. Dick then slowly pulled the tool down his arm vertically and he inhaled sharply at the sudden pain but also at the feeling of release he was so badly craving. He continued to pull the tool down his arm, ignoring the blood coming from the cut he made.

Just then without him evening hearing foot steps the tool was yanked from his small hand by someone standing in front of him. Dick winced at the pain it caused him when the tool was taken from him and he glanced up with wide blue eyes that landed on Bruce.
Dick's bottom lip began to quiver and pucker out as he began to break down before Bruce.

He quickly shoved his hands over his eyes as he cried, ignoring the pain it caused him to move his arm.

Dick then felt strong arms wrap around him and lift him off the cold ground of the cave. For just a split second he had forgotten that Bruce was before him and he began to panic but then he heard Bruce's voice talking to him in a calming manor and it caused Dick to relax slightly as he was carried off towards the medical room once more.

Dick sighed, He hated being in that room but now it was his fault for being in there. All he wanted was for the pain to stop, he was so sick and tired of being this way, of feeling depressed, numb and empty with a huge mountain of sadness and pain.
Tears began to fall from his eyes as he broke down. He was just so tired, why did he have to keep suffering, why couldn't he find happiness and peace?

Bruce gently laid him down upon the bed and then stuck him with a needle in his arm, making everything blurry along with his whole body growing heavy. Dick glanced up at Bruce with sadness in his eyes and also an apology.

"It's alright,'' said Bruce who then laid his hand on top of Dick's head, "It's going to be okay, I...I promise you that.'' Bruce ran his hand through Dick's dark hair just as his heavy eyes fluttered shut.

"I got you now, you're safe'' whispered Bruce to a sleeping Dick. He sadly smiled down at the boy before going to his arm and working on it. It pained him to see a child in pain, it hurt him badly to see this child in so much pain that he would harm himself to try and get away from it. It killed him to see the child he could have saved and prevented all of this pain from happening continue to harm him.

Bruce was blaming himself for this, for all of the pain Dick faced.