Dick woke with a yell. Him hai g a nightmare of his parents dying. He woke up yelling.

"MOM DAD NOOO!" He shot up.

Bruce jumped and sighed. "It was just a dream. "

"Y-yeah..." Dick calmed his nerves and looked at him. "Why are you hear again?" He asked in a semi scared voice.

"You passed out. I was watching over you." Bruce explained. "I also wanted to inform you that you are allowed to leave your Cell." He smiles.

Dick ran out of the cell and fell on his knees. "LIFE IS BEAUTIFUUUUUUUUL!!!" He spoke dramatically.

"Take it easy Richard." Bruce laughed lightly.

"I'm a wild Bird!" He yelled and ran down the hall and I to the livingroom and jumped off the railing and it another section."IMMA FLY TO FREEDOM!" He ran into his room and shut the door and sighed happily. "I missed you punching bag." He hugged his punching bag and kissed it with a tear falling down his eye.

He cleaned his room and organized his old mess and smiled happily. "Home sweet home! I missed you!" He fell onto his bed and looked at the ceiling with a smile. He took out some Baterangs that were in the ceiling and threw them at it again.

He repeated this for a good ten minutes. In deep thought. He was thinking King about what t would be like to go on missions with the team. He honestly missed going on missions with them. He turned his head to his phone that was on the dresser collecting dust.

He plugged it I the charger and went on it. He opened the text messages to see one from Slade. That was sent a few hours ago. It simply read.

Deathstroke:
*Im so disappointed in you.*

Dick gasped and threw his phone into the wall. He grabbed his baterang and threw it into the phone and he hissed. He got back on his bed and laid on it. He looked around the room and hen at the vent. Dick grabbed a scrapped square of metal and a drill and drilled it over the vent, sealing it off.

"There, that's better." He smiled happily.

Dick began to do push ups. He worked out for about an hour and a half before a knock came to his door. Dick stood and walked to the door and opened it.

"Hello?" Dick opened his eyes.
"Hey." Black Cannery smiled.

He looked at the bruises and looked away "I'm sorry for hurting you."

"Well you got your payback. Your wrists are still blue and purple." Black Cannery smiled.

"Heh, yeah." Dick chuckled. "Karma is a pain."

"But it helps teach lessons." She leaned on the doorway. "So. Are you happy to be free from that cell?" She asked.

"Yeah. I'm honestly sorry that I hurt you. I'm an asshole." Dick frowned.

"Your fine. I'm a bit of a bitch sometimes, I openly admitt that fact." She chuckled. 

"Well. We all have flaws." He shrugged.

"That's to true." She agreed.

"I'm going to rest. I'm still tired." Dick closed the door after a quick goodbye.

He walked to his bed and laid there. He closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

****

Dick gasped, in a dark factory in Gotham. He was pressed against a wall. He looked ahead of him and looked around. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he blinked and there was Slade.

"Hello Robin. Why did you leave me?" Slade asked.

"Because I am Robin. No Renegade." Dick shouted and threw a punch.

"Silly little Robin. You are just confused.." he hummed and dodged it with no effort at all.

He kicked Dick in the Stomach and a huge gust of wind blasted in every direction around them.  Dick went wide eyed and the wind was knocked out of him.

"He made you weak Renegade. You are to be punished!" He spoke coldly.

Dick threw a few kicks and karate moves. Using different methods of fighting in a unique pattern. Slade chuckled and dodged them or blocked each blow with his leg or arm.

"I'm impressed you can hold out as long as you do." He chuckled. "You are exactly like me." He hummed with delight.

"I'm Dick Grayson! You are scum compared to me!" Dick hissed.

"No, Robin. That is where you are wrong. So wrong. I look like a badass villian. You, are the pewny sidekick." Slade kicked him back and charged at him with a blade.

"I'm not a sidekick!" Robin hissed and pulled his staff out.

They ran at each other and Sparks flew. He fought against the villian who was three times his own size. They fought harshly, them meaning to kill the other. But at each other's throats.  Slade kicked Dick and he fell through the floor and yelled. He landed and he was strapped to a medical bed in a hospital room.

"I'll drive you to beg for death once I'm done with you." He walked up with a needle filled with scare surem.

"Get that away from me!" Dick struggled.

"No, Robin. It has to be this way. You made your choice. You know to much. You have seen to much. It's time for you to die." He spoke calmly.

The needle picked his skin and he felt it move Into his blood stream. He began to yell and struggle, seeing things that horrified him like mangled corpses of his parents.

*****

Dick woke with a yell and fell off his bed. He felt his head spin. He turned on his TV to see the midnight news. He groaned at the hour he woke but shrugged it off.

"The villian and mass murder and Hitman known as Slade Wilson has been put behind Bars in Arkam Asylum. All thanks to the Batman. Now, with the biggest villian we have ever seen on streets behind bars, the crime rate will hopefully drop." The news reporter smiled.

Dick ran out of his room and into the parking area and saw Batman drive back. Him beat up and had several wounds.

"YOU PUT HIM BEHIND BARS!!" Dick shouted.

"Yeah. It wasn't easy..." He mumbled and collapsed on the ground just beside his Bat Mobile.

"Woah!" Dick frowned and gently pulled up up and onto his shoulder. "God your heavy." He shook under the weight.

Dick forces himself to carry the heavily built hero to the medical bay. He dragged him through the door and set him on a medical bed and grabbed supplies for bandagig and cleaning his wounds as Bruce took his shirt off. He walked back over and spotted the most sever injury and poured rubbing alcohol onto it making Batman hiss and grit his teeth in pain. Dick grabbed tweasers and went into the wound and pulled out a bullet. He went in and stiched the inside of the wound and made his way outside. He grabbed cotton and pressed it onto the wound and used medical tape to keep it on. Bruce winced as more alcohol went on all of his wounds. He watched how steady Dick's hands were and how thurough he was being.

"You are very skilled at patching someone up." Bruce smiled softly.

"Slade made me clean wounds and even preformed surgery on him once. He taught me through it of course. Im used to it." Dick shrugged. "It's still amazing how high his pain tolerence is. If I messed up on something halfway through sticking or getting a bullet shard out he would punch me across the room in anger. Even when he was weak from blood loss...he still had huge reserves of strength." Dick rambled as he worked on patching up a sword wound.

Bruce listened to him explain and shuddered at the thought of him being hit so hard. He felt bad for Dick and looked at his hands as he worked on the last of the wounds. Dick picked up the syringe filled with pain killer and he injected him with it.

"Thank you. You helped out a lot." Bruce smiled thankfully.

"It's what I do." Dick gave a large grin.

"Now why, may I ask, are you awake?" Bruce asked raising a brow.

"Bad dream." Dick shrugged. "Gotta love them!" He said very sarcastically.

"Right? Totally the best!" Bruce giggled sarcastically.

Dick snickered lightly. He walked to the door and grabbed the doorway as the light shut off. He looked around, alert.

"The hell?" Bruce stood up. You look below ground...I'll look around here." Bruce spoke.

"On it." Dick ran to the stairway and slid down the railing and onto the first underground level.

Dick got a message on his holophone from Bruce. He opened it and it was the coordinants of Slade. He was in Arkam Asylum. He hacked into the camera and saw him tapping his foot lightly as he waited for something to happen. Dick smiled with releif.

"Good riddance." He giggled.

He put on an earpeice and connected to Bruce's channel.

"Find anything yet?" Dick asked.

"Not yet." Bruce spoke. "You?"

"Zeltch." Dick replied.

"Alright. I'll check the fuse box." He spoke. "Bruce out."

Dick looked around more and walked down the stairs to the very lowest Level. He shivered at how cold it was down there. The visibility was alright but there were no lights on. His eyes adjusted already so he knew where he was going.

"Robin..." A whisper hummed at his side

Dick froze at the whisper as fear flooded his body. It spoked the hell out of him. He looked over to see Slade right in his face.

"The hell!?" He squeaked.

He looked at his holophone and Slade was still in the room. He looked up and the Slade he saw right next to him was gone. He tried his holophone off and grabbed his arm.

"I'm losing my mind." Dick mumbles.

"Are you?" Slade was behind him. "I think you are perfectly sane."

"Gah! Y-you are in Arkam! How are you h-here!?" He yelled out.

"I have my methods " he narrowed his eye. "Why did you crawl back to them Robin? You could have stayed loyal to me. But you were turned back to them. That hurts." Slade bent over and was eye level with Dick." Now that you had broken my trust. I no longer have any use for you. You only good to me dead." He spoke calmly.

He walked forwards making Dick walk backwards.  Slade threw a punch and sent Dick into an electric generator. It egan to electrocute him. Dick yelled and pulled himself off of it but Slade kicked him back on. The high voltage was enough to kill a regular person.

"Suffer." Slade hissed.

Dick cried out as his clothes burned and holes formed and it tore due to the heat from the generator. Dick slowly reached and grabbed Slade's foot and threw him into the generator but he vanished. Dick gasped and looked around with a tense expression. He pressed talk on his earpiece.

"B-bruce..i-i...I think drugged or something. I-im seeing-AAHG!"

Bruce gasped as he hear the line go dead. The earpiece then beeped, signalling it was destroyed. He checked his camera and Saw Slade in it and growled and ran for the staircase.

Dick was thrown into a staircase leading into a room full of deadly weapons. Slade towered over him and began to kick him repeatedly. Dick coughed and grunted loudly with each kick. Dick tried to stand but Slade grabbed his shirt and threw Dick into a bunch of stacked wooden boxes, which fell in him.

Dick winced as he felt a few ribs we're broken. His stomach was bruising and his clothes were torn. He shook as he struggled to his feet. Slade was Behind him. He punched him to the ground and licked his back. A crack echoed and he yelled in pain. He was kicked against a railing. Dick gripped it and slowly moved to his knees.

"S-slade. Stop." Dick whimpered.

Slade kicked him in the gut into the railing. There was a deep drop past it.

"No Robin. I won't stop. I won't till you no longer beath. Till there isn't a heartbeat." Slade kicked him again.

Dick gripped the railing bars tightly as tears fell down his face.

"RICHARD!!" Bruce ran to his side.

Slade was suddenly no where in sight. Dick was confused and didn't know how Slade was here and at Arkam. Bruce looked at Dick. Dick panted heavily and spat blood.

"Who did this!?" Bruce asked with horror and anger.

"S-slade." He spoke, barely audible.

"How? He is in Arkam." Bruce was confused.

"I-i...guessed...it ws, d-drug." He mumbled.

"But how on Earth can a drug do this?" He pondered.

Dick saw Slade looking over the too and shook. He closed his eyes and opened them and he was still there. Bruce followed his gaze to nothing.

"Do you see him?" Bruce asked.

".." Dick nodded weakly.

"I need to run some tests." Bruce picked him up very cautiously.

Dick whimpered and was limp in his arms. Dick looked around and didn't see him. He huffed with relief and closed his eyes, letting the blackness of his dreams take over.

****

Dick slowly opened his eyes. He was very slow to wake. His eyes. Barely opened and he closed then again. A groan escaped his mouth as he moved. His arms and body were tied down making his eyes shot open.

"Bruce!?" Dick struggled.

"Easy. You were moving a lot in your sleep. You flailed around so I tied you down." Bruce was at his side.

"W-where...?" He looked around.

"It's a test room. I'm scanning your body for anything like a drug." He spoke. "I'm going to the machine in the next room over to check your vital signs and brain activity. Be back in a bit." Bruce smiled.

"Don't take long." Dick frowned.

"I won't." Bruce walked out.

Bruce checked the scan results on the computer and noticed he was drugged with a strong illusion causing drug. It seemed to be active in the dark when your fears are most likely to surface. Bruce read into the layout of it and was seeing about some possible ingredients for a counterdrug to cancel out the one Dick had in him. It seemed to have been injected into his body from the neck.

"How did you even get poisoned?" Bruce looked stthe information.

The brain activity spiked and Bruce looked at it. It was small but it was more active. He looked at the heart rate to see it steadily rising and falling like it normally should.
"He might have fallen asleep." Bruce spoke.

He grabbed a special ear peice and walked into the room to see Dick dozing off slightly. But he needed him awake for this next part. He walked to him and gently woke him.

"Mm?" Dick looked at him.

"Here. I'm putting in this earpeice in your ear. It will shock you a little but it will allow me to see and hear exactly what you do. I will be monitoring you in the next room over. If you see anything. Just calm down and don't eat scared. Remember it isn't real." Bruce spoke.

He walked to the light switch and shut it off. Dick was untied by a button and he sat up with a groan of pain. Bruce walked to the computer and pulled up the sight and sound and observed.

"..." Dick looked around the room and he was on edge.

"Hello Robin." Slade walked into veiw from the shadow.

"Oh my God." Bruce was surprised. "So this can actually interact with things?" He was in disbelief.

Slade walked to Dick and his eye narrowed slightly. "Why don't you just accept your fate?" Slade spoke calmly.

"Stay away." Dick growled lightly.

His heart rate skyrocketed quickly and he winced and got off the bed and backed up as Slade made his way closer. He grabbed a scaple and chuckled slightly.

"B-bruce!" Dick called.

"I know I see him!" Bruce spoke. "Just calm down."

Dick grabbed a metal bar and held it as a weapon. He blinked and Slade was gone. He walked forwards to the door and opened it, his yes wincing because of the bright light.

"Did you see?" Dick asked.

"Yeah." Bruce groaned. "I just don't get her an illusion could hurt you." Bruce looked at him. "Your body can't handle all the stress. If you ever see him just calm down and he should vanish. The Drug seems to only activate in the dark and it projects what you are fewun the most. And it seems like that is Slade." Bruce walked to Dick. "I'll work on a counterdrug for you. It will take a hit so sit down." Bruce sat him down next to him.

Dick watched him do science stuff he couldn't make sense of because all of the unusual and unidentifiable drugs. Bruce knew what they were of course but Grayson didn't. He watched at Bruce measured them and put different things in different tubes. A beaker was in the center of the table where the counter drug would be created once he mixed the chemicals.

"That's cool." Dick smiled.

"It's also dangerous." Bruce stated.

Dick looked at the door leading to the dark room and felt watched. He laid back in his chair and huffed in frustration, eating a glance from Bruce.

"Sorry. I'm just hating my life right now." Dick folded his arms. "If I knew I would get into this much stressing situations I would rather stay at the circus and remain a flying Grayson."

Bruce didn't respond. He only worked and had his full attention on the chemicals that he started to carefully mix. Dick felt tired and he groaned. He got on the floor, dispite his injuries he started to do push ups. Bruce finished and looked at him and grabbed his arm.

"You will hurt yourself worse." Bruce spoke. I've made the counter drug. Here." He put it in a syringe.

"Alright." Dick nodded.

Bruce put the needle in his neck and injected it into him. Dick winced as it burned almost. He grabbed his neck and rubbed it lightly. Bruce sighed and wakes him to his room.

"You need sleep." Bruce spoke. "That way you can heal." He spoke.

"Alight " he hesitantly walked in his room.

Dick turned on a lamp and walked to his bed and laid there. His eye hazing around the room. He slowly dozed off, ignored the pain, and fell fast asleep.