~This chapter is for: Nightwing-B01 I hope you like it!!~

Batcave-

Dick twisted and turned in his fit full sleep, beads of sweat upon his pale skin and his eyebrows crunched up in pain. 
Sitting beside his bedside was Alfred who was keeping a close eye on the small child. It sadden him to the small child in so much discomfort. 

Alfred got up to check the batcomputer but stopped when he heard small whimpers coming from the small boy on the medical bed. Just as Alfred took a step forward, Dick shot up in a sitting position. His eyes were wide and glazed over. Alfred moved quickly to Dick's side but Dick moved quickly backwards and pulled his knees closely to his chest and hugged them tightly.

"It's okay'' said Alfred and took a step closer but Dick scooted back more and buried his head, hiding away from Alfred.

Alfred looked over at the heart monitor and saw Dick's heart rate was rapidly increasing. Alfred sighed, it was clear from Dick's appearance that he didn't want anyone close. He was scared. He was fearful of him and the situation and Alfred understood and didn't want to press Dick anymore than he has by moving towards him.
So Alfred turned and went to the batcomputer to contact Bruce that Dick has awoken.

As soon as Alfred left, Dick raised his head and looked around the room. He could tell that he was in a medical room and the urge to run became strong. He hated being around anything medical like because for years with his captors and the things they did to him left a bad taste behind. He slowly moved towards the edge of the bed and hopped off to only land on weak legs and come crashing down to the ground. That only alerted the older gentleman from before to come rushing into the room. The older man rushed towards him but then stopped only a few steps before him. 

Alfred knelt down before Dick. 
"May I help you up sir?" asked Alfred, he didn't want to rush upon Dick and scare him farther than he already has and when Dick nodded his head Alfred smiled slightly and helped Dick up and back onto the bed. Dick was extremely light for his age and Alfred made a mental note to get some food into this kid soon.

Suddenly the Batmobile could be heard coming into the cave and rushed foot steps following.
"Alfred?! Alfred, what happened? Is he-" called out Bruce but stopped in the door way and glanced over at Dick who was sitting up and wake.

"Hey,'' said Bruce who pulled down his cowl and walked slowly closer towards Dick. Dick exhaled and glanced over at Alfred then back at Bruce and Bruce could read his eyes clearly and he smiled.

"It's alright Dick, he won't hurt you. He is a friend'' said Bruce who placed a hand upon Alfred's shoulder before walking closer towards Dick and sitting down on the edge of the bed. Dick inhaled sharply when he did this, his features still tightly lanced with fear and uncertainty. Bruce's eyes scanned over Dick, he could tell that Dick was still dealing with withdrawal but he seemed to be somewhat better and it was thanks to Alfred, he always had a special touch with everything.

"Dick?" questioned Bruce, snapping Dick's attention back onto him. Dick looked up at him and he blinked rapidly, trying to focus on Bruce sitting before him. "Are you doing okay?" asked Bruce and waited a moment for Dick to answer. At first he just shrugged his shoulders but then it appeared that he sensed that Bruce wanted a more in depth answer to his question.

"I-I....I am...cold. Totul doare și durează prost. Eu doar ... Vreau să dorm, dar eu îi văd mereu." [Everything hurts and aches badly. I just...I want to sleep but I keep seeing them.] said Dick who pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around them. He sighed and quickly glanced around the room. He hated being in this room, it in ways reminded him of the place where he was held. 

"Who?" asked Bruce making Dick look at him again. Alfred then walked in with a glass of orange juice and held it out to Dick. Dick look at the glass then up at Alfred then over towards Bruce as to see if it was okay to take the glass cup from the older man. Bruce nodded his head and Dick looked back over at Alfred then to the cup. 
Dick slowly moved to take the glass cup from Alfred who smiled widely down at him. Dick's hand was shaking and he grasped the cup, causing it to shake in his hands. He then felt like he was going to drop it so he held it back out for Alfred to take it from him. Alfred sighed and glanced over at Bruce before taking to glass cup from Dick. He sat it down on the small table beside the bed and turned to leave Bruce and Dick alone.

"Dick," Bruce began again and Dick quickly shook his head 'no'. He didn't want to talk about it. He slowly laid down and curled up into a tight ball, both his head and stomach was killing him and he was tired of being cold and then hot one moment to being freezing cold again. He closed his eyes tightly to hold back his tears as he waited for Bruce to say or do something. Dick held his breath when he felt the bed move and he slightly jumped when he felt the fabric of the blanket fall onto his shoulders. Dick quickly turned his head and looked up at Bruce, his blue eyes scanning Bruce's face for something, something he didn't even know what he was looking for.

"Okay, we can talk about this some other time. Just try to rest alright?'' said Bruce and Dick nodded his head quickly then turned his head around and stared at the wall, listening to Bruce's foot steps disappearing his bedside.

Dick exhaled loudly and pulled his knees closer towards his chest and began to slightly cry as he felt so weak and so confused. He wanted to be comforted but he was afraid of touch because over the past years with his captors any type of touch hurt, hurt so bad and left much pain inside and scars on him. He wanted to feel safe again, to feel alright and loved but he was searching for something that he knew he could never reach again. He was looking for his parents and the love and safety that they provided for him.

"Mami...tati...'' [Mommy....daddy...'' Dick cried out but was met with silence and emptiness.

Bruce stood on the other side of the door and listen to the sad cries of the broken child. Guilt flowed through him, he felt terrible for not being there for Dick when he needed it, for not saving him and allowing him to be taken and tortured for two years.

"I'm sorry'' whispered Bruce who turned to leave Dick crying alone.