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|An Unknown Location|
|Two days later|

Dick could no longer keep track of time. He kept telling himself time was irrelevant if he was going to perish.

Every so often, someone would come in to clean his wounds and give him basic needs. Having someone help him bathe was a bit disturbing, heavy on the dis. Dick's chest felt like hell and his head throbbed with pain, and the rest of his body felt numb. But it didn't matter anymore, no one was coming for him. His friends didn't even know his identity, and Dick was most likely in the middle of nowhere. Knowing Batman, he probably told his friends a stupid lie that they naively fell for.

Every night, a few minutes after he'd close his eyes, Dick would feel a barely noticeable prick in his neck. Of course, he couldn't do much about it. The wounds and toxins Sportsmaster had given him messed up his body- but that's not all it did. The Boy Wonder could've sworn he had started to go crazy...

He stayed in a simple room, but his captors were definitely cautious. The singular window was sealed and protected by large iron bars, and the steel door was properly locked and most likely guarded from the outside. They had given him a more comfortable bed aside from the cold hard medical table, and had loosened his restraints. Not that he could even move.

Currently he lay on the bed, sheets stained with blood and more. Of course they clean him up, but unfortunately some of his wounds would reopen countless times. Not to mention he had extremely horrific nausea, adding more sheet stains to the list. What did it matter, though? Dick had never felt so helpless in his life. He was Batman's partner, the World's Greatest Detective! So why did he feel this way?

Maybe it was because Batman treated him like a ball of clay, that he could mold into whatever he wanted... Maybe it was because Batman only needed him to obey his every order, and just get the job done. Maybe Batman didn't even care, and Dick was just some kind of tool, that would eventually get old and be replaced- but not repaired. All of these thoughts were running through his mind, making him mentally troubled and physically stressed. Not to mention he thought his team would think of him as weak, and just leave him there. But if Batman wouldn't come, they would, right?

'They're super powered heroes. If they really wanted to find you, they would have already, Grayson. Get yourself together.'

'I'm trying to!'

The stress and anxiety had become too much; and now he was internally battling himself, on the edge of insanity. What had Sportsmaster injected him with? What were they injecting him with now?

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|The Batcave|
|Now|

Being a billionaire sucked right now.

Bruce Wayne had to cope with the press for days, not to mention dealing with work. To say it was frustrating would undoubtedly be an understatement.

He was currently in the Batcave, in deep thought. Bruce couldn't seem to think of anything- it was as if his brain had been blocked from the stress, and from a bit of anxiety. No; a lot of anxiety. Although he never showed it too often, Bruce truly cared for Dick more than almost anyone. He pretty much thought of him as a son. However, Bruce knew he wasn't Dick's father, and he never would be. Bruce didn't want to make Dick think he was replacing him.

"Master Bruce, shouldn't you get some rest?"
"No." Bruce replied simply to his butler.

A sigh could be heard across the room from Alfred, who was now approaching Bruce at the Batcomputer. He had been staring at the screen for awhile now, his mind unable to function. Dick had been kidnapped before, even tortured a few times. But no one had ever gone this much out of their way to kidnap him; attack an entire school just to get one kid. What the hell?

"Master Bruce, please. You'll never find him if you don't get rest. The team is resting up as well, and you will need updates from their search. It's been what, two days, Master Bruce?" Alfred suggested.

And yes, it had been two days. Two days since the team had ruined their only lead. Two days since Wally sat in the recreational room of Mount Justice, watching Megan and Connor act like nothing was really wrong. Two days straight that Bruce Wayne had to deal with the press and their constant questions. It had been two more days added to Dick's disappearance.

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|Mount Justice|
|Now|

"Why are we still looking for this boy? Aren't most abductees presumed dead after twenty-four hours?" Connor questioned, raising a brow.

The team was gathered in the rec room, and they had just come back from searching Gotham. No one knew why it was so important, except for Wally. Artemis on the other hand, didn't know it was Robin but still felt she had every right to save the kid. He shouldn't even be in this mess- that's what she told herself- that it was her fault.

"Because! That's what heroes do, Connor! We save people. Every last person." Wally instantly snapped back, earning himself shocked glances from his teammates.
"It's odd that we haven't heard from Robin. Haven't heard from Bats either... I wonder what's up?" Rocket piped up, trying to change the subject a bit. However, this only frustrated Wally more.
"Robin is... Busy." He trailed with a deep sigh, trying to find his composure. The speedster couldn't let them figure it out, as much as he wanted them to... He respected Robin's privacy.
Megan tensed from Wally's strong emotions, and jumped into the conversation as well from her spot on the green sofa. "Well, maybe they're dealing with a villain. Or they're finding the kid too!" She suggested.
Wally cringed at that comment. "Yeah. Maybe."

Artemis sat awkwardly on the couch. She felt sorry for Dick, and the pain he was most likely enduring. 'Ugh. He's a f**cking thirteen-year-old kid that has to deal with my psycho dad, and killer sister. And I could have saved him! I could have done something! I'm the superhero here, but no. I didn't do anything. And now he's gonna die!' She panicked to herself.

'No. He's not gonna die... I'm going to find him with or without the team. I'm finding my dad and sister and I'll get some answers.' The archer thought to herself again, this time more determined. She was not going to let this innocent kid die without a fight.

'What's so special about this kid?' She finally wondered, her new plan now interrupted by newer thoughts.

'The plan Artemis... The plan. Think.'

"Artemis?"

'Could a trap work?'

"Uh... Artemis?"

'Probably not. They're too smart. Or maybe...'

"Artemis?!" Megan snapped for the third time, finally grabbing the attention of Artemis.
"O-oh Megan! Sorry, what's up?" She stuttered in response. The two sat next to each other on the same sofa, with Wally, Connor, and Rocket on the other. Kaldur sat casually at the kitchen, reading a book.
"You kinda spaced out... Are you okay?" Megan asked with concern, suspicion etching her features.

'Shit, I hope she didn't hear any of that...' Artemis thought to herself, mentally face-palming.

Artemis then knew the telepath had heard every last word going through her head, when Megan's brows furrowed and her arms crossed. "Let's talk in private." She said calmly, and Artemis nodded her head. The two the left the room, leaving a stressed speedster and the oblivious members of the team.

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To be continued...
What will happen to Robin next, and what is in store for him? Will Batman find a lead? What does Megan have to say to Artemis? Find out in the next chapter.

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