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As you all know, I already had one chapter. However, as i decided to get back into this story, I decided to rewrite the chapter.

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Chapter one

Dick Grayson groaned himself into unconsciousness. The last thing he remembered was someone grabbing him on the streets and placing a wet rag over his nose and mouth.

Kidnapped. He grumbled, pulling his eyes open and looking around. Great. Just great.

Dick - as he always did - tested the limits of his bonds, though froze when he found Tim and Bruce unconscious and tied in similar positions to himself, their arms restrained to the armrests of the chair and their legs to the legs of the chair.

"This is new," Dick said quietly, watching in silence as Tim and Bruce slowly came around.

"Dick?" Tim questioned, looking around in confusion. "Where are we?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Dick answered, shrugging. "Though I'm almost certain whoever kidnapped us doesn't want us for money."

"What makes you think that?" Tim asked, glancing over at Bruce when the billionaire finally came back into the land of the living.

"All the people who have kidnapped us, wanting money," Dick began. "How many of them kidnapped Bruce?"

"Are you two alright?" Bruce asked, eyes going wide with worry. Dick rolled his eyes, testing the limits of his bonds once more.

"Yeah, we're fine," he answered. "Headache, but that's to be expected."

"Where are we?" Bruce asked and Dick laughed internally.

"Going off of the warehouse alone?" Dick asked. "Somewhere near the water."

A loud voice filled the warehouse, causing all of them to jump.

"Damn it! No!"

Tim and Bruce shared confused glances, looking over when a man who looked to be in his forties or fifties stalked in, glare aimed directly at Dick.

"You weren't supposed to figure it out!"

"Sorry?" Dick said, posing the word as more of a question than anything else. "But I am more observant than most people, but...sorry?"

"No," the man whined, dropping dramatically into a nearby chair. "No. You're not supposed to be smart. The hot one are supposed to be hot and stupid. Not hot and smart.

"Well this just took an interesting turn," Tim muttered with a scoff, glancing over at his brother. "Why do all the bad guys think you're hot?"

"I'm not attracted to his face, you complete moron!" the man shouted, storming over to Tim and grabbing the front of the boy's shirt, ignoring the shouts from Bruce and Dick. "I'm attracted to his body. I've been watching him for months and I have his schedule memorized in my heart. I know where he is, what time, and for how long. Everyday of the week, all day. I know when he takes a shower and how long he takes. I know he turns the water on hotter than he should. I know he sings in the shower and cries himself to sleep-"

"How do you know all this?" Dick demanded, face going bright red at the man's last sentence.

"I told you," the man crooned in a seductive tone. "I've been watching you."

"What's your name?" Bruce asked, trying to draw the attention away from his eldest who clearly didn't want it.

The man grinned, through his deep green eyes still remained on Dick.

"My name is Lord Gabriel Mangrove. I am-"

"The biggest, richest, most wanted sex slave owner and seller in all of Gotham," Dick cut in. He kept his eyes locked on the man rather than meeting the surprised looks of Tim and Bruce.

"You know me," Mangrove purred, letting go of Tim's shirt to walk over and place his hands on Dick's thighs.

Dick forced himself to remain calm despite his racing heart. He looked Mangrove in the eyes and attempted to put up a cocky air.

"Know you?" he repeated with a scoff, though his voice was shaking. "I believe you tried to buy me two years ago."

"Yes, I did," Mangrove mused quietly. "If I recall correctly, your brother was quite prompt in punching me in the nuts."

"That is Jason," Dick answered, his lips twitching up in a small smile when he remembered that evening.

Two years ago

"You look uncomfortable, golden boy," Jason drawled, grinning over at his brother. "Something on your mind?"

"There's a guy behind us," sixteen year old Dick said very quietly as the two of them walked through the crowded Gotham streets. "He's been following us for fifteen minutes, at least. He's making me uncomfortable."

Jason narrowed his eyes and cast a subtle glance backwards to indeed find an older man following him.

"Come on," he said quietly, taking his brother's hand even though he was younger. "Let's cross the street."

Dick nodded and they two of them made their way to the crossroads, though they had to wait for the light to turn green.

The man seemed to take this as his chance because he placed a hand on Dick's shoulder and stepped forward.

"Hi," he said, his tone far too cheerful. "How are you?"

"We're fine," Jason said firmly. For the first time, Jason was proud of his sudden growth spurt over his older brother because it seemed to make the man think he was the oldest.

"You know," the man said, keeping his hand on Dick's shoulder. "You have beautiful eyes."

"Thanks," Dick said quietly, tightening his grip on Jason's hand out of fear.

"Come on," Jason said, tugging his brother towards the cross road when the light turned green. However, the man followed them and when he made it to the other side of the sidewalk, he stopped Jason and Dick by pulling out his wallet.

"How much?" he asked, smiling up at Jason. Jason narrowed his eyes and gently pushed Dick behind him.

"I'm sorry?" he asked, trying to seem intimidating. It didn't seem to work and the man pulled out three one hundred dollar bills.

"For your brother," he clarified, gesturing to Dick. "How much? I'm going to buy him."

Dick's eyes went wide in horror, but a second later, the man was on the ground, clutching between his legs as Jason wrapped an arm around Dick and quickly led the boy away.

Present day

Dick was startled back into the here and now by Lord Mangrove snapping his fingers in the last of the Flying Grayson's face.

"Back with us?" the man asked sweetly HIs hands were still on Dick's thighs, though he had tightened his grip slightly.

"What do you want us all here for, Mangrove?" Bruce demanded, trying once more to distract the man.

"Well, that one was young," Mangrove answered, gesturing to Tim. "I wasn't going to let him wander Gotham alone. As for why you're here, I was going to ask how much your son here costs."

"My son is not for sale!" Bruce declared angrily.

Mangrove sighed, looking back to Dick and running a finger over the teens lips before looking back up to Bruce.

"What can I offer you?" he asked, finally removing his hands from Dick's thighs.

"Bruce is a billionaire," Tim pointed out. "You can't offer him anything and even if you could, he loves Dick too much."

"I suppose you have a point," Mangrove mused. "I can't offer Wayne anything. But little Dickie…"

Dick's breath caught in his throat when the man returned to standing far to close.

"I'll make you a deal. Sell yourself to me, or more precisely-"

"Leave him alone!" Tim shouted. Dick flinched and glanced back at his brother, though Mangrove was prompt in grabbing Dick's chin and forcing the boy's attention back.

"As I was saying," he growled, his eyes daring Tim or Bruce to interrupt. "Sell your body to me and I'll let your daddy and little brother go."

"And what happens if I say no?" Dick asked, trying to stay calm and find a way out of his situation. "What are you going to do?"

"I'll kill Wayne and the other one and take you anyway," Mangrove declared darkly. His dark features turned light a moment later and he stepped back. "I'm nothing if not reasonable though. I'll give you one minute to decide."

As soon as Mangrove was gone, Dick slowly turned back to Bruce.

"What do I do?" he asked, hating that he was showing weakness. Bruce sighed and allowed his eyes to meet his son's.

"Stall," he answered. "For anything. Ask him for time. More time."

"You don't think I can get out of this," Dick breathed. "I can't. I can't say anything to stop him. Oh God."

"Dick, stop," Bruce said firmly as his eldest began to hyperventilate. "Take a slow, deep breath, okay? We'll figure this out."

"No we won't," Dick whispered. "We have less than a minute before he's back in here, Bruce. We don't have time to figure this out."

Bruce sighed, wishing he could think of something - anything - to calm his son down.

"Dick-"

"Times up!" Mangrove declared, grinning smugly when Dick jumped in shock at his voice. "I was kind enough to give you more time than a minute because I'm just that generous."

As Mangrove came closer, Bruce noted that the man's lips seemed a bit pinker and a bit shinier. Though he didn't outwardly do anything, his mind told him that the small detail was big in itself.

"Leave my brother alone!" Tim shouted, though Mangrove paid him no attention in the slightest. In fact, he acted as if Tim wasn't even there.

"Have you made your choice, Mr. Grayson?" Mangrove purred, running a finger down the side of Dick's face, causing the eighteen year old to shiver. The motion sent a thrill down Mangrove's spine and it was all the man had to control himself.

"He's not going with you," Bruce said firmly. "Leave him alone."

Bruce had seen hundreds of things in his time as Batman, but watching a well known sex slave owner's eyes fill with lust as he looked at Dick made Bruce's blood boil. (1)

"If you'll recall, Mr. Wayne," Mangrove said sweetly. "I was talking to Mr. Grayson."

Bruce narrowed his eyes but Mangrove had already turned his attention back to Dick.

"What's your choice, little Dick?" Mangrove crooned seductively, placing one hand on the inside of Dick's thigh while the other hand began to trace cirlces on Dick's cheek.

"I'm-" Dick swallowed thickly and the smirk that formed on Mangrove's face proved that he could feel Dick shaking in fear.

"You're...what?" Mangrove breathed, leaning close to Dick and letting their lips brush.

"Get away from my brother you freak!" Tim shouted, though something told him it was over and there was nothing he or Bruce could do.

Dick felt his face go red and he stammered as he tried to get his mind back under his control.

"I….I…" Dick felt tears sting his eyes and he cursed himself, though all he wanted was to run sobbing to Bruce.

But that wasn't an option and from the way things were looking, that wouldn't be an option ever again.

"Go on," Mangrove prompted, his lips still hovering over Dick's trembling ones. "Finish your sentence. I don't bite hard."

"I'm not-"

This time Dick was cut off by Mangrove cupping Dick's face in his hands and slamming their lips together, forcing his tongue into Dick's mouth.

Tears fell down Dick's face out of fear and embarrassment and he vaguely heard Bruce and Tim shouting his name.

"Bruce, we have to do something," Tim hissed, crying quietly along with his brother.

"I don't think we can," Bruce answered, wishing he could cry too. "Tim, there's nothing we can do."

"But you're-"

Tim was stopped from saying 'Batman' by Dick's loud gasps. Bruce and Tim looked over at Dick's whose lips and chin had a long string of spit connecting him to Mangrove who was grinning darkly as he straightened up.

"You'll get more of that in the coming months," the man promised. "Not only from myself but from the other slaves. But you don't have to be scared. You'll stay with me until I find the perfect 'mate' for you. And no worries, I promise I'll explain that more in depth once we get to my facility."

"I'm not...going with you," Dick gasped out, trying not to choke on the feeling of Mangrove's saliva in his mouth.

Mangrove clicked his tongue, reaching forward and running his thumb over Dick's lips.

"Oh, I think you are," Mangrove whispered and Dick felt his heart speed up as his vision slowly began to go black. "You see, Dickie, I had a special little something on my lips. Affects you and you alone. When I kissed you, it soaked into your skin. In less than a few seconds, you'll be unconscious and you'll be mine."

"Dick, fight it!" Bruce shouted when he saw Dick's eyes flutter.

"I wouldn't advise that," Mangrove chastised, running his fingers through Dick's hair when the teen dropped his head to his chest. "And either way, he can't. See, I've been watching your son for two years. I know what he's allergic to and what he's not. I know what works on him and doesn't. I know everything about him."

"You don't...know anything about me," Dick whispered, trying vainly to stay awake.

"Yeah?" Mangrove asked, grabbing Dick's chin and lifting his head to force drugged cerulean blue eyes to meet deep green ones. "I don't know anything about you? Are you sure about that, Nightwing?"

"Why would you call him Nightwing?" Dick asked, desperate to keep the secret that had been so well hidden.

"Like I sighed," Mangrove said, looking over at Tim and releasing Dick's chin, allowing the boy's head to drop back to his chest. "I've watched every moment of the past two years of his life. I watched him go from Robin to Nightwing and in all honestly, I think Nightwing suits him better. The suit most certainly accentuates his form better. Not to mention his ass."

Bruce swallowed thickly and looked over at Dick, willing his son to open his eyes. But he knew, by the sinking feeling in his stomach, that Dick was well and truly unconscious.

"Now," Mangrove said, clearing his throat and walking over to Dick to untie the limp acrobat. "I'll be taking my new sex slave and leaving. Oh, and don't worry about yourselves. I'll call the police ones I'm a safe distance away."

"Bruce, what are we going to do?" Tim whispered, looking over at his foster father who seemed frozen in his seat.

Bruce sighed. "We'll save him Tim. I promise."

"Can you keep that promise?" Tim asked, letting a small amount of anger slip into his words.

"Yes," Bruce answered firmly, not voicing the true fear in his mind.

I hope so. Yes, I know we can save Dick from Mangrove. But when we do, can we save Dick from himself?

So I hope you guys enjoyed this rewritten new chapter. I like it better and I'm quite ready to get back into this story.

In response - finally - to the comments, yes, Mangrove is going to pimp Dick out to others, mainly well known villains *wink wink*, but eventually, he may or may not decide that he does not want to share his new toy.

One last thing! IMPORTANT! I AM SLIGHTLY CONSIDERING TURNING THIS INTO AN MPREG. IF YOU DON'T WANT THAT, REVIEW. IF YOU WANT THAT, REVIEW.

AS ALWAYS, JUST REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

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(1): Sorry if that didn't make sense. I had some struggles.