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To Break a Hero	By : Jeshuea Category: DC Verse Comics > Titans Views: 13862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Roy was exceedingly happy when a few members of the Justice League volunteered to help Lian with her homework after school while Roy worked and ran errands or when he needed some time alone to help Dick calm down. His child didn’t need to see such a man break down into tears. The clock would soon hit about three o’clock New York time, so he would be off of work and Lian would be out of school. So he ran by the school to pick her up before they were beamed aboard the Watchtower.

Inside he dropped her off with Wally for a little while. They both seemed to be on the same brain wave a good deal of the time and Lian had an ice cream party at school. So it would have been a very bad idea to bring her to the medical wing all hyped up on sugar.

As he moved towards Dick’s room he overheard the doctor talking with someone. Obviously the large dark shadow had to be the bat…

“We can’t let you take him yet! His condition is not well enough. With the psychiatrist he hasn’t even made noises other than crying or screaming. It’s not safe for him to leave special treatment just yet. He needs to stay here for professional care!”

“My ward will have the best care available at home!” Batman growled back at the doctor.

There wasn’t a doubt in Roy’s mind that Bruce wouldn’t allow him to see Dick. The idiot would probably lock Dick in his room alone and scared half to death; which wouldn’t be a good thing. He decided to stay outside the door and listen in for as long as he would go unnoticed.

The doctor refused to sign the release papers and Batman just pushed past him and through the door. Roy was promptly pushed out of the way as well. Roy used his communicator; they would need the big guns to stop a mad bat.

By the time Batman got to the door Superman had brought Guy Gardner to stand with him in front of the door. Even though Batman wasn’t exactly intimidated by Superman, having the Green Lantern there would be a little too much work for him to do. It would be just enough to make him realize that it was a bad idea to just take Dick without a good reason.

“Move,” the Batman ordered threateningly.

Superman and GL didn’t move one step.

“He’s my ward!”

“Was your ward, B, about six years ago. Right now he is in the care of the JLA. I know it might be hard to understand but I really believe this is the best place for Dick to recover right now,” Superman stated.

“I’m taking him home.”

“Why don’t you ask him where he would like to stay?”

For a moment Batman just stood there. Batman was afraid of asking. He knew that Dick probably felt safer in the Watchtower. A place filled with the greatest super heroes in the world normally comforted most people; even if that person there was another hero. There is nothing like being surrounded by the people a person respects and admires.

“We understand you want him near enough to protect him, but think about what would be best for the kid. He’s got so much support here, why would you want him to loose that?” Clark asked.

Bruce backed down and just walked away. From around the corner Arsenal came out. He headed towards the heroes that had assisted him in driving the bat away for the moment.

“Thanks GL, Superman. I don’t think it would have gone that smoothly if it had been just me,” Roy said as he shook Superman’s and Green Lantern’s hands.

Then GL just left with a wave. He was just back up and had a few things he still needed to go out and do. Superman stayed for a moment extra and patted Roy on the back. He then looked past the man and into the room. Wally and Lian had snuck in there while Roy had been off recruiting himself and Guy. Roy probably didn’t even notice yet. Dick had his arms wrapped around Lian and the little girl continued to color in her coloring book.

“I honestly do think this is the best for him at the moment, Roy,” Clark then began to leave, “You continue doing what you’re doing Roy. It really is helping him, even if it’s not all that obvious yet.”

Now that that drama had ended Roy headed inside of the room and Wally quickly headed out in a flash. Roy stood there a little surprised that Lian was present. He let out a deep sigh before moving over to the bed; he had hoped he and Dick could have a little private time.

He noticed how Lian handed Dick the crayon and helped the young man color. When she released his hand however his motor skills were in charge. It proved a bit difficult for him until his hand began to shake uncontrollably; then it became impossible. The crayon fell to the bed before Lian grabbed it and put it back into Dick’s hand. The man formally known as ‘Nightwing’ began to try coloring again. To tell the truth it was a very good improvement from earlier on that week. Before Dick couldn’t even hold a crayon let alone try to do anything with it.

Really the child had encouraged him most of all. Her uplifting spirit could encourage anyone, accept maybe Batman… She was as cute as a puppy only more work and she talked. Also she was half Roy, which would be a scary thought to some.

That’s when it struck Arsenal. He had a great idea to assist Dick while he and Lian weren’t there. He quickly kissed Lian’s cheek.

“Daddy’s going to go to town for a little while, you take care of Dick, alright?” he asked. She nodded and Dick smiled.

With that complete Roy headed for the nearest city.

Once there he located the local pound and got the cutest puppy he could find. Then he proceeded to go to a pet store and stock up on anything and everything a puppy might need. His wallet hated him for it, but Dick would probably love him for it. He called upon the Flash’s assistance to set everything up in his apartment’s spare room. No doubt the doctor would be alright with Dick being there seeing as it was still located in the watchtower.

Since the man didn’t have any real possessions there with him Roy called in another favor with Wally and hat the man run to Dick’s place and pack a few of the boy wonder’s things. The flash really did come in handy when fixing things up or retrieving things a few hundred miles away in a hurry. The spare room that Dick would soon live in looked rather homey. There were also puppy pads laid out everywhere. The dog was left in a large box with a few holes in the side until they brought Dick in.

It took a lot of convincing, but finally the doctor gave in. After all, Lian and Roy basically lived in the hospital room anyways. They seemed to really be helping the man, not to mention Dick would need to begin reintroduction into a regular life as well. This would be a big step for the acrobat.

For a few hours he had to walk Dick through the halls. The sunglasses on the man’s eyes made it a little difficult to guide him down the halls. Each small sound caused Dick to crouch against the wall and hold his hands on top of his ears. Finally they made it. Lian had to go to bed unfortunately as soon as they got there since it had taken so long. So After tucking her in, Roy moved to help Dick into his room.

Inside he motioned to the box.

Dick looked at the object strangely until he heard the small bark. After kneeling next to the box he opened it. The puppy jumped out and into his lap. The black Labrador Shepherd mix began licking and barking at Dick. Cautiously, at first, the acrobat began petting the small mutt. He held it up to his face to get a better look at it and the dog licked his nose. Nightwing smiled at that and slowly removed the sunglasses so that he could look the dog in the eyes.

He held the dog against his chest and moved to the bed. He lay down and curled into a ball around the animal, which seemed more than happy to be cuddled with. Roy moved over and drew the blanket up over the two. Slowly he traced Dick’s hair line with his fingers before he moved to leave the room. One last look back into the room and Roy was satisfied that the puppy would take good care of Dick while they were all sleeping.

“Oh my God,” Barbara gasped as she surfed the internet. She had been researching something to give her a hint as to who had kidnapped Dick. Instead, she got a show of a proportion she had hoped to never see.

[i]
“Spread your legs lover,” a masked man stated as he held Dick’s legs apart.

Dick was being taken from behind and the camera had been placed in front of him. His entire body, bleeding and torn, showed as the strange man continued to rape him.

“Oh yeah, that’s it mn aah you dirty whore. You love this, no matter how much you deny it, you love it,” the man kept saying that before he finally finished. He zoomed the camera in to show the fluids dripping out of Dick. Then he moved the camera back before he took a wooden paddle and smashed it against Dick’s ribs. The body still didn’t move though. A small IV seemed to be attached to the boy’s wrist and a clear fluid flowed into his veins. It had to be a sedative to keep him from moving.

As soon as the video had finished an ad ran. It had the option to purchase the full video or to purchase a series of DVD’s.

[/i]

Quickly Barbara put an end to it and began tracing any shipments that might have gone out. She was greatly disturbed to find that one full box set had been sent to each of Nightwing’s teammates in the watchtower: Flash, Tempest, Wondergirl, Arsenal, Superman, Batman, Robin and a few others. Yet even with all of this info she couldn’t figure out exactly who had shipped the items or who the man in the video could have been.

“Damnit… Damnit!” she shouted.

Wally managed to get to his male and had begun to go through it before Barbara could contact him. He noticed the package and read the title on the DVD case; Tormented Desires.

For a moment he thought about popping it in to watch it and he opened the case. Inside he found a fingernail and a shredded piece of Nightwing’s uniform in a sleeve opposite to the DVDs. His eyes widened as he rushed it all to Superman.

Luckily Oracle had gotten into contact with Clark before he had the chance to open up his mail. Wally ended up running in during the middle of the conversation. Superman held up his hand signaling Wally to stay put and quiet for a little bit longer. He listened intently to everything Barbara was saying as he looked at the box of DVD’s just as intently.

“I hate to say this Barbara, but if we actually look through the scenes on the DVD’s we might be able to figure out who did this…” Superman stated a little disgusted about the thought.

Wally looked at the DVD’s in his hand and unfortunately agreed.

First, to keep anyone who didn’t need to see them from seeing them Clark announced over the intercom that any DVD’s received in the mail were to be brought to J’onn unopened. Everyone who might be of assistance in finding details in the DVD had been called and they all now were standing in a room. Wally had chosen not to be there.

Superman and Batman were the only ones who would be of any use anyways. Superman was useful because of his excellent vision and Batman for his detective skills. So they put in the first DVD and with heavy hearts pressed ‘play’.

The screen started as black, then a candle lit up in front of the camera. A needle was put in the flame for a long while. Then a light to the side lit up. The room stayed dim, but the body could be seen now. Dick’s body held down to the table. The camera and the candles moved closer to the body. Once again the needle moved through the flame before it was inserted into the man’s nipple and had been pressed through it completely. The body on the table had tensed and tried to move away.

The blood covered needle was placed over the flame again before the same thing was done to the other nipple.

A longer needle showed in front of the camera. It had a string attached to it. The camera moved down to focus in on Dick’s privates. The needle pressed through the skin of Dick’s penis down near the pelvis. It didn’t go through the urethra but it pierced strait through the batch of skin. Then he pulled the string through before inserting the needle in again a little farther up. He continued to do this until he pierced it through Dick’s foreskin, making it close over the head. Once that was done, he pulled the string through all of it.

Finished with that he wiped the blood off of the boy’s penis. He couldn’t bleed out from such little wounds so there wasn’t really a need to worry too badly about it.

The man heated up the needle again and inserted it into Dick. Then he removed it and repeated the process in a few other areas. A moment of peace and there was music playing in the background. The lights brightened slightly before turning to black lights. Indeed most would think this movie was a fake.

A neon substance was injected into Dick before his body went completely limp. The man then undid all of the restraints and changed the boy wonder’s position so that he was hanging from his wrists, which were attached to a rope hanging from the ceiling. He was obviously conscious as he stayed there on his knees. Yet his body wouldn’t move. The large man then moved to kneel between Dick’s legs. The camera was focused from behind Dick and the man was in front. This gave a viewer a clear view of the man forcing his member into the boy’s abused body.

He didn’t begin thrusting just yet though. Instead he took out a knife and held it over the flame. He then pressed it against Dick’s back. It caused his skin to burn before he tugged the blade away. This brought some of Dick’s burned skin off with it. Loud whimpers and screams could be heard. The other man’s voice outweighed them a little though.

“Yeah, you’re getting hard from this,” the man lied. The person viewing wouldn’t be able to tell that though. Some people did get off through pain, yet anyone who knew Nightwing, knew the boy would never be able to get it up during all of that. “So close, aren’t you, so wonderfully close. You want me to thrust right here?”

He thrust harder and faster into Dick causing the boy to sob and scream.

“Knew you’d like that.”

Clark stopped the DVD and turned away.

“I can’t watch this, Bruce. Even if it’s to catch the guy… I-I can’t,” Superman stated moving to leave the room.

“This guy is too careful. So far he hasn’t messed up at all. He wants us to watch through this and realize it was pointless,” Bruce deduced he took the DVD out and tossed it in the garbage, disgusted that he had even dared to think watching such horror would have helped him locate Dick’s captor.

“This feeling, it’s almost like-“

“Like when those murders and threats were going out when they discovered out secret identities?”

“Yeah…”

Bruce remembered that well. He had to pull and hold Tim as he stared at his dead father. The boy had tried so hard to wrench the boomerang from his father’s chest. Every boy wonder so far had either been an orphan or become one. Maybe it was just Bruce’s bad luck following him and affecting the people he cared about.

Superman’s communicator went off then. Superboy’s voice carried over it. He was gasping for air.

“Kon, Kon what’s the matter?” Superman asked desperately.

“Dun know long… I’ve been out…God… it hurts,” the boy coughed, “This guy… kryptonite bul-bullets… took, god he took Tim. Clark, Clark you gotta help him,” Kon vomited then, “can’t… mo-move, can’t keep my eyes o-o-” his voice was fading now.

In a flash Clark pulled Bruce along, out of the watchtower and heading towards Superboy’s position. He would need the other man to take care of the kryptonite. By the time they got there Conner was unconscious and dieing. Bruce quickly began to try to get the kryptonite out. He wasn’t Alfred, but he was going to do his best for the little time Conner had.

While the man did what he could, Clark began looking around the area. He didn’t find anything out of normal accept shoe prints. A lot of different shoe prints and gunpowder were in one area. The man must have picked Tim up and carried the boy. Then about a mile down the street Clark found Robin’s cape. Then another mile he found a boot.

Everything had been laid out like breadcrumbs. The last crumb was a note.

[i]Boy wonders are such fun toys. How long should I keep this one?[/i]

Superman used his x-ray vision and began looking through everything, for anything. No telling how long the man had the boy. He flew above the city and looked for anyone leaving it. Each car he scanned for bodies. Finally he found a car parked on the high way that had a led lined interior. He quickly went down and ripped the back off.

Inside he found Tim, tied up tightly and each roped was fixed so that the more he tugged the tighter the rope around his throat became. Currently he could barely breathe. There were bottles and sexual toys all over the floor of the van and in the corner was a camera. Tim was freed and covered by Superman’s cape. The toy, gag and rope had been removed quickly.

Gritting his teeth, Tim held tightly to Clark.

“Me and Kon were… just on patrol,” Tim stated. “He got shot… I don’t know what happened after that. I was just here and a man was- He-he-” he closed his eyes tighter and gripped the cape harder.

“Shh, shh,” Clark brushed Tim’s hair.

That was all they needed to confirm their theory. The man was targeting the ‘boy wonder’s. They weren’t going to take chances though. All youthful male heroes were going to take a break, whether they liked It or not.

Clark noticed that the paint on the van walls was still wet. Some of it had even rubbed off onto Tim. Most likely this van had been abandoned here a long time ago. The guy just had decided it to be the best place to do the horrible deeds. So likely the man had left a in a second car.

For a long time Dick wandered around the apartment. Roy had gone out on a mission and Lian was in school. So Dick had the entire place to himself, and to ‘Wings’, his dog. He had a beard growing and spent about an hour in the bathroom debating shaving it or not. He managed to get a little bit of the foam on.

‘You’re doing this, Dick. Not that man, you’re doing this,’ he thought to himself as he picked up the razor and began shaving. He held his breath the entire time. Finally, with the hair gone from his face he let out a heavy sigh. Due to his shaky hands he had cut himself a few times. This brought the realization that he was safe back to him. The man had never cut him while shaving him. ‘You’re the one in control now…’

He then moved to the bathroom. Wings followed him there. Dick took out a cup and poured some milk into it. A few drops landed on the floor and were quickly licked up by the puppy. It took both hands to hold the milk. So when he had to open the fridge door, Dick had to use both arms to hold the milk while he gripped the door handle with his hands and tugged. He then placed the milk back.

Using both of his hands, he gripped the glass and brought it to his lips so he could take a drink. Never had been doing something so simple been so hard. The bandages on his hands had been removed though. This made it harder for the glass to slip from his grip. Yet he still lacked the full function his hands once had.

He set the glass back down before going over to the cupboard and taking out the bread. He placed a piece into the toaster. After all, his stomach still couldn’t handle a lot of food. One piece should be enough for now. When it popped up he easily put it on a plate before he got a knife and the butter. To keep the knife steady and to make it have enough pressure to spread the butter he needed to hold it with both hands. He growled as he tried. The butter still was too solid to spread easily and he ended up sending everything to the floor.

Dick made a few sounds of displeasure before kneeling and cleaning up the mess. He gave a little of the bread to Wings.

Obviously butter wasn’t an option. Maybe he could spread jam…

It took a while, but he managed to have a piece of toast with rather large clumps of jam on it. In fact he had gotten tired of trying to spread the jam so he had just shaken a little of the jam out and broken the jelly like substance apart with the knife. He smiled slightly before he took a bite. Dick managed to eat half of the piece before he got full. Then he began putting everything back.

He then moved to the couch and turned on the television. Wings jumped onto the couch and cuddled on Dick’s lap as the man surfed the channels. He let it stay on a channel that really wasn’t all that entertaining.

So he occupied himself with examining everything. He started with his hands. His fingernails were growing back, yet below them were small scars where nails had been hammered through each knuckle. They were thin nails so the bones hadn’t been broken badly, just fractured. The tendons had taken most of the damage which is why he was having such a hard time gripping things.

His legs had the worst wounds. The large cut scars on the front of them then his back had whip scars. Dick no longer had the body woman would fawn over. If he were to remove his shirt they wouldn’t want to touch him. Not that he could even manage anything sexual. Ever since all of those events he didn’t even get morning wood. All of his dreams were nightmares.

The next thing his eyes moved to were the burn scars on his wrists. They were from his twisting and pulling. He could feel the man touching him, violating him and stabbing him. His voice grew low as he sobbed and clutched his sides. He wanted to end the pain suddenly, to end the feeling of being dirty and unloved…

He then looked around the room with his eyes wide opened. This couldn’t be real. It was another drug induced illusion even if it had lasted longer than normal. He set the puppy down before going to the kitchen. He needed to know he was alive.

A knife from the drawer would do the trick. He couldn’t hold it well enough to cut so he set it up in a drawer. His body weight held the drawer shut which in turn held the knife up right. Dick then pressed his palm against the knife before pressing down as hard as he could.

For a long time he just starred at the knife before he managed to get it out. Now, at least for a little while, he knew he was alive. He wrapped a towel around his hand to help stop the bleeding. Keeping the hand against his body and covered he headed towards the medical bay, Wings followed him.

The doctor fixed him up and kept him in the office until Roy managed to get home.

“Mr. Harper, you are not to leave him alone!” the Doctor scolded.

Roy looked at the doctor then at Dick. He moved to his friend and placed his hands on Dick’s shoulders, “What happened? Are you alright?”

“He stabbed a knife through his own hand. I would hardly consider that ‘alright’.”

For a moment looked at the doctor, “He what?” then he turned to Dick, “You what?!”

They didn’t have time to talk over it as the doctor was called to the emergency room. Most of the shards had been pulled out, but Connor was still suffering from kryptonite effects, which meant; there had to still be some inside of him. So they needed the doctor to take them out. Also another doctor was summoned to examine Tim. Roy stayed focused on Dick though.

“I’m never leaving you alone again,” he stated. He then pulled Dick into a tight hug. “Don’t hurt yourself, damnit. You’ve been hurt too much for you to hurt yourself too.”

Dick wasn’t paying attention to that though. He noticed Bruce and Clark carrying the two young titans into the emergency room. Then Dick tugged his face so that they were looking eye to eye.

“Dick, look at me… Let me help you, God dammit! Right now you are the one I need to worry about and the only one you really need to worry about. Those two will be alright, just like you’ll be alright,” he gently caressed the other’s face. “Now let’s get back to the apartment alright?”

For a moment he thought about it, before the boy wonder finally nodded.

Kon awoke in a hospital bed. There was another bed to his side, but the person who was supposed to be in it was in his bed with him instead. He brushed some of Tim’s hair from his face and looked the boy over. Tim was dressed in a hospital robe and had an IV with a light pain killer dripping into him. There was still hope in his mind that Clark found Tim before the man could have done anything.

When his hands traced the boy’s face he noticed the remnants of tears. The eyes stayed shut as Tim spoke.

“Just don’t say anything Conner… Don’t ask questions, just hold me, kay?” Tim asked as he stayed against Connor.

Superboy turned and wrapped his arms around Robin. He kissed his best friend’s, his boyfriend’s forehead. His heart couldn’t sink any farther. When they had found out what happened to Dick, he had told Tim he would help him. He should have been able to protect the boy more than that… He should have been able to keep Tim safe.

“What are you talking about shutting down the titans?” Victor shouted over the radio.

“Cyborg, we know you are all good fighters, but we just need to make sure that everyone is safe. It’s not permanent, it’s just until we can catch this man. He damn well nearly killed Superboy!” Superman shouted.

Victor looked away slightly and nodded.

“Fine, I’ll keep everyone inside for now. Yet if we are really needed we’re going to go,” Victor stated.

“Just… all of you go. Don’t let anyone go alone,” Superman said before turning off the communication. He turned towards Wally who was standing behind him, “Thisalsomeansthatyou’llneedtokeepBartathome,Wally.”

“Plannedonkeepinghimthere. Howlongwillittaketogetthisguy?”

“Idon’tknow.”

“Takecare. Watchoutfortheboy’shere. I’llbeatKeystonekeepingBartinline.”

Superman nodded. Their speed speech over for the moment as the Flash ran off.

Daniel sat in his room and grinned. He whistled along to the classical tunes of Beethoven. He was preparing his items to catch another young hero. Although it wasn’t one that they would have expected…

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