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To Break a Hero	By : Jeshuea Category: DC Verse Comics > Titans Views: 13862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Such silence and darkness even Nightwing had never experienced before. The ear muffs fitting tightly to his head blocked out all noise, his world had complete silence. Then the blind fold made it all worse. Small patches of dark cloth were cramped against his eyes and held there by tape. Packing tape to be precise, all wrapped tightly around his head and the ear muffs. No doubt when his friends found him it would hurt to get all of the tape out of his hair. To top that all off he had been gagged and chained to a chair. The cuffs were too tight for him to dislocate his thumb to get out of and the ankle cuffs he couldn’t even reach.

Dick began wondering how long he had been unconscious just before he felt a small needle being inserted into his arm. He struggled as best he could, but what felt like ten hands held him down. They even moved him slowly to an operating table.

The padding felt a lot better then the chair had, but being belted down like he suffered from insanity didn’t fit well with him. The belts started with his forehead, then his neck, the middle of his chest, his wrists and waist, at his knees, then his ankles. Another needle being inserted in his other arm didn’t brighten his outlook anymore. Any moment he expected them to begin interrogations. Yet it never came.

For hours, he guessed, he was just left alone on the table. The only thing he could deduce from the situation was that the drugs were going to be some sort of truth serum and the men were just waiting for it to take effect.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

“He really can’t hear us at all. By the end of this he’ll be just as insane as the rest of us,” Crane stated as he began fixing many of his other toxins. Soon the ex-boy wonder would know them all. “And he’ll have no idea who did it.”

The Joker began walking around the table, “We should just kill him, Crane.”

“If we kill him then the bat will probably kill us both. Besides, the batman doesn’t even know he’s missing yet. Since we left Gotham and the boy’s town of Bludhaven, I doubt we’ll ever really be found anyways.”

“What about him escaping? The boy-blunder and the rest of the bats have a bad habit of ruining the fun.”

“We’re taking extra precautions. After the gloves arrive I’ll be able to remove that belt of his without being electrocuted and the rest of his little gadgets. Until then,” he motioned to all the other men around him, “I think we have it covered. We caught him the first time. He also has no idea how many of us there are. Now if you don’t mind you’ve given me your toxin and I’ve given you your money. The bat-boy is mind to take care of now. You can leave.”

“What if I want to see the torture?”

“I’ll send you tapes.”

The men all around the Scarecrow began coming towards the Joker. With the money in hand the mad man decided he might as well leave the good Doctor to whatever fate he would have.

Once the pale faced villain had left another shadowed figure removed himself from behind the muscle men. The large hat he wore on his head made his identity less then a secret. The Mad Hatter looked on Richard Grayson with a little bit of pity, then grinned. The boy deserved all his fate for all the times he and batman had messed with his plans. For a while the two psychopaths wondered if they should call some people in Bludhaven up and see if they wanted to be involved as well. The idea passed by quickly though. They didn’t trust the mobsters, and for good reason.

The third member of the scientist trio appeared then. He carried a tank with a breathing mask on the end and rolled it over to Nightwing. Luckily for Mr. Grayson they weren’t going to use that just yet. It was just there as preparation.

“If all things are going as planned we should ge agle to move our operations gy the end of tomorrow. So when Gatman confronts the Joker, the fool will be giving a false address. We must make sure to clean everything with gleach. Nothing is left gehind, not even gargage,” the puppet coming into the room stated. The ventriloquist stayed absolutely still as Mr. Scarface spoke. “After all, this isn’t for money, this is for revenge.”

Everyone quieted down when they heard a sob escape from Nightwing. The hero’s body quivered as he relived the most traumatic experience of his life, over and over again. The two bodies of his parents fell to the ground, their bones breaking and their last breaths leaving them as they died in front of him. All Dick could do is stand there and watch. He ran towards them and still they fell and tumbled towards the ground, over and over again.

Roars of laughter filled the room, but the poor man couldn’t hear any of it.

Hours passed and soon a box arrived for the villains. The electric proof gloves they had been searching for. Regular rubber gloves wouldn’t do. The voltage from the belt kept melting them. These ones were perfect though.

It had only been about fifteen minutes since the first drug had started wearing off. The trembling body of Dick Grayson was now assaulted again by so many hands he could not count. His Kevlar uniform and all of his clothing was removed. He laid there bare in front of the villains. Finally Dr. Milo put a covering over the patient’s private area.

All the men that had helped hold Dick down began packing everything up into briefcases. The equipment was loaded into the truck first then Nightwing was loaded into the second truck, one of the I. V. s still connected to his arm. It had to be some sort of nutritional fluid because he still hadn’t gotten even remotely hungry after all the time he had spent there. Once his mind had calmed down slightly he tried to get a feeling for his surroundings.

Obviously they were moving in a car. Which way and where he didn’t know. Yet Dick still tried to think. He didn’t like the idea of being nude and at these psychopaths mercy, whoever they are. Also he did not like the idea of having no toilet. He doubted they would be so kind as to let him have a potty break. Since the serum’s effects had worn off he stayed content in the fact that they hadn’t done anything else to him or had yet to realize the serum had worn off.

Then the truck began to slow down. He had no idea if they were in a building or a parking lot, or even just out in public. No light and no sound meant he was kept completely unawares. The fact that the medical table began to move had been his only hint that they were at their destination.

Any moment they would pull the blind fold and ear muffs off of him.

Any moment…

The ‘any moment’ never came. Instead a sharp blade cut into the front of his leg. The cut, shallow as it may have been, would need stitches. Dick’s muscles tightened as a soft powder was drizzled over the cut. The string brought on by the powder made its’ properties obvious. The mad men that had captured him were pouring salt into his wounds.

Dick bit down hard on the gag as he felt cold water being poured over the wound. A small cotton swab cleaning it soon after, before a needle began stitching the skin back together.

Then the process was repeated just an inch lower on his leg.

Throughout the ordeal the pain never became unbearable. The consistency began edging at Dick’s mind. After the final stitch finished in one cut he knew to expect another, followed by the stinging pain just like the other five cuts. Now they were onto his other leg though.

He gasped when three quick cuts were made. None of them were as deep as the ones on his other leg. Also, unlike on his other leg the salt was pressed into the cuts instead of poured. Fingers covered in the painful seasoning pressed into the cuts making sure that ever small corner became filled with salt. Then a quick smack to the area drew a shout of pain from Nightwing.

The cutting torture ended with that. For a few more hours Richard lay on the table completely alone unable to do anything.

“Do you think we should give our charge a bathroom break?” the Mad Hatter inquired. He never laid eyes on Nightwing as he was being tortured or even now. His job was to man the muscle and watch the captive during the day time, not the torture.

“If we do he’s likely to try and escape,” the Scarecrow stated.

Dr. Milo pulled out a few hospital instruments, “I would hate to clean up after his mess. So I suggest we do it the simple way.”

He removed the cloth from their victim’s privates and grasped Nightwing’s penis. Slowly he began pressing the small catheter into Dick’s urethra. Luckily the man’s body had been strapped down so tightly that he couldn’t really move or wiggle out of Milo’s grasp. Intentionally being rough it took a while to insert the catheter all the way in. The cloth was returned to cover the area.

“We’ll deal with the other end when it comes to that. I doubt the boy wonder is desperate enough he’s willing to shit himself.”

The other’s merely shrugged and went about their business. Soon they would begin the next torture regime. To entertain themselves while waiting they played cards. Nothing serious like poker or anything involving betting; they knew better then to bet with each other. Just a simple game of ‘Go Fish’ is all they played. Then two of them left for bed: Dr. Crane and Milo, while the Mad Hatter guarded Nightwing with all of his mind controlled body guards. Scarface had busied himself in another room, deciding exactly how to return a gift wrapped bird back to its’ home.

Dick awoke to discover he was back at his loft. Everything had just been a nightmare. He sighed in relief and began running his hands over his face. Then he realized what had awoken him.

A knocking sound came from the door.

He removed himself from the bed and slipping on a pair of jeans as he headed to answer it. The door being blown off its’ hinges startled him and threw him back a few feet. A large man came through the door holding Clancy under his arm. He tossed her on the ground in front of Dick, but when he tried to go to her Blockbuster grabbed him and held him in place. The mobster’s goons then entered the loft.

“You messed in my business enough times, Officer Grayson or should I call you ‘Nightwing’?” the large man began to laugh as his goons began beating, then raping the young woman on the floor.

Her screams filled Dick’s ears as he struggled to reach her, to get out of the monstrous grip. At the finally a gunshot sounded. They had placed Clancy so her forehead rested against Grayson’s, then they fired a bullet through it. Her blood splattered over his face as he screamed and continued pleading for them not to kill her.

They then left him there with her dead body…

His consciousness quickly returned back to his body as it arched and shuddered from the electricity that had begun running through it. The horrible men had woken him either too late or just on time. It had all probably been a drug induced dream. That episode mixed with the first lead to one realization; one of the men was the Scarecrow. The next shock made his jaw clench together. Thankfully the gag kept him from grinding his teeth into dust.

The shocks slowly increased in voltage. One shock in particular felt like static before building up to near electrocution.

Time passed by so slowly. All of it felt like days had gone by, when in reality only a few hours had passed. It only took the first couple of hours of the torture to make Dick gasp and sob. He had been electrocuted like that many times before, but not over and over again. His mind knowing it would come again and again made him feel hopeless.

Sooner or later Batman or at least the Oracle would figure out he went missing, yet that might take up to a couple of weeks. No telling how much time had already passed. Not from his perspective anyways.

The others knew. The ones handling his torture and watching him as he sleeps to make sure he doesn’t try to escape. Five days had passed so far. No sign of the big black bat and they all doubted there would be. They all were receiving funding from an unknown source and had also volunteered for the work. Other then the money the source had no idea where they were located or what sort of tortures they were using. The only specifics that were requested were that Nightwing be returned to Batman alive after being broken and that they do not draw attention to themselves by doing any other crimes.

Needless to say most of the group was greatly enjoying everything and knew to follow the rules. If they didn’t then the entire plans would be ruined. None of them wanted that and all of them were too smart to bring that upon themselves.

Almost a half hour rolled by before Dick felt the pressure of the catheter again. They always removed it for tortures that might melt it or cause it to do damage to him. At least they were nice about that, for now. It had been a long while since he had put up a struggle against the insertion. Even he realized it was better then wetting the bed. Especially since they would probably just leave him on the soiled mattress it was a good idea to cooperate to this little thing. Along with the catheter the I.V’s were reinserted.

His mouth was dry against the gag. Every now and then they soaked the cloth from the outside in water so that his lips wouldn’t dry and crack too badly. Right now he wished they’d wet it. They never did so after the torture though. Always before he passed out, hours after he had been untouched by the torture. So he had quite a while to wait until he could wet his dry tongue.

When the gas mask pressed against his face he realized the torture hadn’t even ended yet. The gas made his body’s muscles twitch uncontrollably and painfully. Blood trickled down his hands and feet as his old scabs from struggling were reopened.

The Ventriloquist’s laughter could be heard over the whimpers and groans of Nightwing, “So I take it the new guy hasn’t shown up yet?” he asked after he had his ‘ha-ha’s.

All the others shook their heads ‘no’.

They knew the man had been an old enemy and had taken the job for free. Everything else about him stayed a mystery. Although they had been told that one day a week the guy had complete control over the situation, and if they listened to that then they would all receive a large bonus in their payment. There was nothing like mad men and money to keep the world turning in a twisted way.

The door opened to reveal a rather large man with glasses. He had a small smile on his face as he entered. “I’m sorry for my lateness, but I had things to catch up on.”

Everyone else in the room just shrugged and continued their game of cards while the new guy moved over to Dick and began examining his body. There were small burns on his arms and cuts on his legs. Other then that all the other injuries on his joints had been self inflicted. He reached for the tank and turned off the toxin. Then he removed the sheet and the catheter. The hero would be his to play with soon enough and he didn’t want anything else effecting Nightwing unless he wanted it to, so he even removed the I.V.’s.

“Tomorrow it will be my turn. So please don’t influence him with anything else until tomorrow’s midnight passes,” the man then picked up the suitcase he had left by the door and headed to an area he had claimed as his own.

It seemed as thought the Mad Hatter would not be babysitting the hero alone during the day time anymore. Of course he had his henchmen, but nobody considered them any sort of valid company. Just like all the days before, when the night began to come to an end most of the men headed off towards their rooms. Not to only go to bed, but to figure out new toxins and how to enact the tortures just perfectly to make the boy wonder cry for his bat mommy.

Everyone awoke with a start as the Mad Hatter seemingly blew a gasket.

The new man had begun moving Nightwing to hang by his wrists from the ceiling. He had made sure the cuffs were tight enough that the hero couldn’t escape. Not only that but he had begun pumping a small sedative into the captive’s bloodstream. It would not knock him out or dull any of the pain he was about to feel, but it would keep his movements sluggish and his strength minimal.

“I know what I’m doing Hatter, now just go have a tea party or something,” the new guy murmured as he opened his suitcase on the floor. The first thing he withdrew was a long nine-tail whip. “Also I might undo his gag to allow him to scream. I do enjoy it when they scream.”

The Mad Hatter did not wish to hear, or to see any of this torture. His job was merely to watch and make sure Nightwing didn’t escape, so he was free to leave for the moment. Everyone else left the man alone with his charge as well. No one felt like interfering and in truth was going to enjoy their day off.

Now the man had no interferences. He began whipping Dick. Thirty lashes, then a knee to the man’s stomach, then another thirty lashes. The beating and whipping did not cease until there was a small puddle of blood under one of Dick’s heels. His arms were also sore and muscles were beginning to pull as he continued to hang motionless in the air. His tears had long been soaking their way through the blind fold and down nose to drip off the tip. If his head had been back or tilted any other way the salty water would have probably just dripped down his cheeks or temples. Yet his face was pointed down as his head hung in defeat.

It took only six days to break him physically.

Too bad they had months more of tortures planned out for the boy wonder. Most of what had already happened paled in comparison.

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“Batman, you there?” the computer screen in the Batcave flickered on.

After a moment a dark figure moved to sit in the seat in front of the screen, “I’m here. What is it?”

“Have you heard anything from Dick? He hasn’t called me or responded to any of my messages in nearly two weeks. I also contacted his landlady and work. They say he’s been missing for just as long.”

This made Batman a little worried although he would never admit that, “No. I haven’t talked to him at all, Barbara. He didn’t inform anyone that he was leaving?”

“No, nobody heard anything. They found it strange too. I’m going to run a scan and see if I can find out any information.”

“I’ll check Bludhaven.”

With that said Batman turned the computer off. He called Robin down, he could use as much help in the search as he could get. The new boy wonder had to be clued in on what was going on though. That didn’t take too long. After all, no one really knew that much about what had been going on with Dick recently. The only new information they had to go on was that he had gone missing, which was not a good sign for any member of the Justice League or Teen Titans. Nightwing knew nearly everyone, in and out of costume.

The information the men could get and use out of him would be immense. Although in turn, whatever they did to him would be returned on them ten fold. All of the Justice League respected Nightwing, not because he was Batman’s charge, but because he was almost exactly like his mentor and had a rather friendly demeanor around other capes. He had lead the Teen Titans while he was Robin and had proven his use to the JLA time and time again, to say the least they all cared about him like a brother or like a son.

If he needed to, for Nightwing’s sake, Batman would call on this large family for help.

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“You are such a disappointment,” a large black figure said as he hovered above Dicks quivering form.

“Useless and pathetic is what you are. You really think you can help people? You’re nothing more then a little lost boy with a few toys,” another figure dressed in red and blue began saying over and over again.

“Can’t even fend of a few regular guys, what makes you think you can fight a super villain?”

“You’re lucky your parents died, this way they can’t see you crying like the little baby you are.”

“You’ll never be able to cut it.”

Then he saw a little boy falling. The screams lost as he fell towards the ground.

“You can’t even save a child.”

The boy hit the ground. All Dick could see in front of him was a bloody mess.

His physical body shook. It had been put back onto the medical bed after the man had finished his whipping. Now he stayed restrained and drugged with hallucinogens. Slowly he began coming out of the nightmare and into the dark quiet that had become his home. For a moment he wished the nightmare had lasted longer. At least he knew something was happening then. All he had to hold onto while awake didn’t give him much. Only a cloth gag and the smell of his own body let him know he was alive. After not bathing for who knows how long his body didn’t smell like flowers.

Those feelings were just the ones between the physical tortures. Everything seemed to flow in a circle. The nightmares made him wish for the torture, the torture made him wish for the silence, and the silence made him wish they would just ask whatever questions they wanted of him. At least then he could say ‘no’ or some smart aleck remark. Yet they never even gave him sound. Not a pin dropping, nothing. They didn’t even allow him light…

Dick Grayson’s world had become empty.

The weeks had passed, yet still he hadn’t been rescued. The previous boy wonder was beginning to wish he still had the robin outfit. At least when he wore it he knew Batman would be close behind. Now that he rolled solo it could take weeks for the other man to check up on him. Although even by now the bat team probably had a search out for them. With the Oracle’s help they should have found him by now. That is if they were still in Bludhaven, Gotham, or any known location that had computers.

All the other locations possible would take months to search through. Especially if they kept traveling every few weeks it would be hard for the others to locate him. The one thing he didn’t mind about the traveling were the breaks in the torture. No neurotoxins, no cutting, no burning, none of it. Although once the car stopped and they began unloading him Nightwing knew that they would make up for the day or two of rest.

One thing he thanked them for was how stupid they were. During the car rides he had begun using his nails to slowly cut into the straps that held his wrists down. He didn’t know how visible they were to people looking at them, but he tried to keep the parts he was cutting underneath his wrist. While his body shuddered and seized keeping the cuts hidden underneath his hands turned out to be a rather hard job.

Finally, after the fourth car ride, he almost had it cut down enough that he could probably break loose.

Then he felt the knife pierce his hand. Palm flat on the medical table and his fingers spread he tried not to think about what they could be thinking about doing. A pull at his fingernails gave him a small hint, a violent tug made it obvious.

Each of his fingernails was torn off.

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“Bruce, have you found out any information?” Superman asked as he walked over to stand next to Bruce Wayne.

They both stared intently on the computer screen. The silence turned out to be the only answer Clark needed. There weren’t even any John Doe’s in Gotham or Bludhaven that came close to Dick’s appearance. Coming towards the end of the second month of him missing in action both Superman and Batman were expecting him to turn up dead, even though they hoped for him to show up alive.

“Everyone’s looking for him. We’ll find him Bruce,” Clark didn’t want to say ‘dead or alive’. It might jinx the search. He placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “We’ll find him.”

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Finally realization hit him; no one would find him unless the mad men wanted them too. Dick would be at their mercy for the rest of his life if it pleased them. To be precise, Dick should have thought ‘him’ instead of ‘them’. Only one person had been handling his torture recently. A person who didn’t hold back on the physical things and by far was no doctor.

If only he knew how right he was.

The first two months had ended and that was all the Mad Hatter, the Scarecrow, and Scarface were paid for. Dr. Milo had left much sooner due to experiments he needed to go and check up on.

Now all Dick had been left with was the man with no name. The man drugged him enough when they moved that Dick didn’t even realize they were moving. The only thing that clued him in on the change of scenery was the smell. Absolutely no one but the unnamed man knew where they were now and he still had all the wonderful toxins the psychopaths had left with him.

With a sedative rolling through his veins, there wasn’t much Dick could do when the ties were undone. He let himself be dragged into what felt like a freezer. Considering the hook on the ceiling he hung from, most likely a meat cellar.

He didn’t have time to think about that long though as cold water hit him. Then a rough wash clothe began rubbing over his skin with no cares for his previous wounds. Dick wouldn’t have to smell his own body odor anymore. Instead the scent of lilacs and lavender filled his nostrils. His hair wasn’t washed, but he was glad he got at least a little happiness in the form of a cold shower in a meat freezer.

The man began slowly patting Dick dry with warm towels. When the warmth left Nightwing’s skin the cold almost instantly turned his skin blue. Then the towel was gone.

Cool foam was placed on his legs. For a moment that confused him. Once the razor began shaving the hair from his legs his confusion left him. Instead thoughts of how an insane freak had started shaving him, in a meat locker, occupied his mind. They weren’t very nice thoughts.

All of his body hair, but the hair on his head and privates had been shaved off. Then he felt the foam again on his lower area. He had spoken too soon. If he had held control over his body it would have stiffened as the man with the razor slowly shaved the hair from his unmentionables. The man had been careful though. Dick didn’t have a single cut from the man shaving him. It seemed very strange.

“My name is Daniel, though you probably can’t hear me talking. We’re going to have so much fun together now that those other losers are gone,” Daniel slowly ran a hand through a small portion of Dick’s hair.

The demented man admired his work for a moment, before he began running his gloved hands down the hero’s body. Even restrained and captive for a couple of months some of the other’s muscle still remained. Of course the boy had become skinnier and less buff, but due to the neurological stimulus his body had been constantly tightening and loosening the muscles enough so that they wouldn’t die.

All the touches made Nightwing shiver. This brought a smile to Daniel’s face. He trailed his hands over Dick’s hips as he moved to stand behind the boy wonder. The large man pressed his clothed form tightly against Dick’s. His hands forced the boy’s rear against his own groin. Daniel growled deeply as he began humping the prone form while still clothed. The naked, cold body of Nightwing held its’ breath in fear. He knew what would come next just as well as he knew that no one was going to save him.

Soon he could feel bare skin against his scarred back. The moment was getting closer. A hand had been placed just below his belly button and it began pulling him back. Now Dick could feel Daniel’s flesh between the cheeks of his rear before the tip positioned itself.

Now was not the time for the sedative to begin to wear off. Not when his muscles tightening would increase the pain even more. Not when he could just hang their helplessly if they had still been in effect.

No. Now they were wearing off and his entire body became as tight as a high wire as the man began to rape him.

“Oh, God baby. Wonder how much your friend Batman does this. Can’t be too often seeing how tight you are,” the man hummed and moaned. The vibrations from his chest vibrated the young man’s back slightly. It didn’t take long before Daniel sped up and came inside of the previous boy wonder.

With a grunt he pulled out and headed over to his briefcase. He took out a syringe filled with a clear liquid and injected it into Dick’s neck. The man wouldn’t take any chances, so he had to make sure the boy stayed fully sedated.

“We get to party like this for the next month. Then Scarface gave me the plans on the perfect place to give you back to your friends, in just the perfect way,” the man began laughing as he dragged Nightwing out of the meat locker and back to the room with the medical table.

* * *

Christmas was two weeks away and there was still no sign of Nightwing. Many had to go back to their usual patrols having given up hope on the young man. Even Batman had begun staying in Gotham and doing his regular night work again. Although every villain he put away always had a few broken bones. The Dark Knight was having anger issues over the loss of his ‘son’.

Almost four months had passed and the JLA were about to pronounce Nightwing legally dead. None of them wanted to do such a thing though. Arsenal verbally refused to acknowledge the other’s death even if everyone was almost positive Dick Grayson couldn’t be alive.

Then there were fireworks.

The sky decorations brought Superman out of his thoughts. It was illegal to shoot fireworks off in the park without a permit. So he moved in to check it out. Upon landing he noticed that nobody had been near the fireworks. They seemed to have been set on a timer. Yet the sound of a slow, deathly slow heart beat drew the man of steel’s attention.

A rather large box had been set up near by the fire works. Looking through the box, Clark could see a body inside. Quickly he moved over and tore the lit off. He didn’t even notice the card.

A little early Christmas Present for Batman and his Justice League friends.

Inside the box, a body had been wrapped in colorful bloodstained clothe. The entire form was covered. Carefully Superman pealed back the cloth around the face and he stared shocked. If he hadn’t known better he would have thought his heart had stopped.

He reached in and lifted Dick out of the box. With a quick call he had them both beamed to the Watchtower. While J’on rushed the young man to the medical bay Clark called Bruce. The Dark Knight had rushed up to the watchtower along with Robin. Yet no one was permitted to enter Nightwing’s room just yet. The doctors were still running tests, examining his body, and treating his wounds.

It seemed rather strange that they kept the lights off and they all whispered when they talked. Hours passed before the Doctor in charge came out to explain Nightwing’s condition. He even had them turn the hall lights off until the door to Dick’s room had been shut.

“What is it Doctor? What’s happened to him?” Superman asked first.

The doctor removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, “He’s been brutally tortured. Mentally, physically,” his expression became sadder, “Even sexually. Whoever had him locked up placed a heavy blind fold over his eyes and ear muffs over his ears. We don’t know how long, but he’s been in complete darkness and silence for what would seem like months.”

He reached into his pocket and took out the items he had been talking about, along with the gag. The knotted cloth had blood stains and tears in it.

“He has many scars on his arms from needles and his stomach has shrunk. They kept him alive and fed him through his veins. It will take a while to get his body used to eating solid food again, as well as used to sound and light,” the doctor looked back towards the room, “We’re worried that when he wakes up he might not understand anything either. No telling what they put into him, how it’s effected him. Wont know until he wakes up.”

“He’s-” Batman was interrupted by the doctor.

“He’s stable. His heart rate is low but not severely so. He’ll live,” the doctor stated. “Although when he wakes up, I would recommend a suicide watch.”

“He wont need that,” Batman stated.

“But sir we-“

“He wont need it!” the Dark Knights voice held the knowing tone that no one dared to question, accept his friends.

Superman looked at Bruce a bit unbelievingly. They should probably listen to the doctor. If Nightwing had gone through a lot of torture he might in fact really need the watch for a while. If the boy couldn’t tell the difference between reality and hallucinations then it would definitely be needed. There wasn’t a doubt in heroes’ minds that Dick had been tortured with hallucinogens. The needle scars on his arms were a give away.

“You should allow him to rest at least. One of the nurses will come and get both of you as soon as he is awake,” with that said the doctor left to check on the blood tests they had taken from the young hero.

TBC

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