Disclaimer:

I do not own Batman, or any related characters. Rated T for (kinda) graphic depictions of torture and some cussing.

Authors Note:

You'll have to read the chapter to fully know what I'm talking about so, sorry if I made Damian seem unstoppable, but in my defense he was trained by the League of Assassins, so he should be able to withstand a bit o' torture.

M.I.A,

Chapter One,

On Patrol.

01:36 a.m

Damian Wayne's POV

"I can't believe I got stuck with the demon" Drake said threw his communicator "Every second I'm with him I can feel my brain cells rotting away"

"I was unaware of you having any" I snapped back

"Boys focus" Father said, losing his patience.

I decided to split up with Drake and go looking somewhere else, when I heard a scream, I ran towards the

I saw a woman tied up and her husband being beaten for protection money.

"Where's the money?" One of the men shouted, kicking the woman's husband in the stomach and back-handing him in the face.

"I bet you got a ole' stack of money underneaf your bed"

He punched him in the face and kicked his knee.

"Alrigh, you ain't talkin'? We'll just have to have a lil' bit of fun with 'er den'"

He walked over to the woman with his knife ready to cut her. I swung down with my grappling hook, kicking him in the side of the head with both feet, knocking him out for the count.

The other man clumsily started throwing punches at me; of course I dodged them with ease. I grabbed his arm twisting it and pushing him to the ground, I kicked him in the stomach causing him to curl in a ball with pain. I took out some handcuffed and cuffed the two.

Then I calmly walked over to the woman and untied her, she was unharmed so I walked over to her husband and checked if he had been badly injured.

I took off into the sky, when suddenly an arrow flew out of nowhere and cut his grappling line. I landed on a nearby building with ease.

More arrows flew out of nowhere, they were precisely thrown, and I had a bit of trouble dodging them. I caught an arrow that was aimed at my head and threw it back; I heard it hit its target and then I heard a person stumble and fall over.

"Robin, where are you?" Drake asked threw the com-link.

"I am a small bit occupied now" I said dodging another arrow and throwing it back.

"The bats is calling us back in for the night, whatever you're doing hurry up"

A smirk appeared on my face as I threw more arrows back at the shooters, all of them hitting their targets.

"Will do, I am just finishing up"

Just then I saw a shadow looming over me, I quickly dodged its attack and got behind it and so I jabbed it in the back of its neck and it fell to the ground unconscious.

As I was running to jump of the building to the next three darts hit my neck and I fell.

"Drake, help-"I tried to say threw the com as I turned around I saw several more flying towards me. I dodged some but more and more flew out and I was out.

When I woke from my forced slumber, I found that I was strapped to a table with thick leather straps. The room I was in was dark and had the stench of blood hanging in the air.

"Hmm, he's awake already. He got a very high dose of the drug; he should be out for another three hours"

"Yes it is odd, but we mustn't dwell on that. HAHAHAhahaha Send him in"

A man opened the door and walked in; as he walked closer I could see that it was Killer Croc.

"Hello Robin, it sure did take a lot to get you to come and visit" His voice was deep and hoarse. He walked over to a table and picked up what seemed to be a type of gun.

"So Killer Croc, you're going to tickle my toes until I tell you who Batman is as well as all of the others?"

"Yes, but is their secrets worth getting tortured for?"

"Let us get this over with" I said, getting bored of his constant rambling.

"I'm glad you picked this, I finally get to use some of my new toys" He said, charging the device in his hands. He had a wide smile on his face as an electric courant shot threw the gun.

I did not show any sign of pain, I could not give him the satisfaction. He did this five more times each time doing it for longer and longer, he was beginning to lose his patience.

"How can you not be breaking? How old are you?" He spat angrily, slapping me three times.

"I'm the ripe old age of ten" I said spitting out a tooth along with some blood. He left the room in anger and another person came in, he had a skull mask on and a white cloak that covered most of his body.

"Hello Robin, I believe you have been a bit difficult, allow me to change that" He was sure that I would break once he had a go.

"I would not be so sure; I have been known to be difficult" I smirked. The man I the white cloak pick up a knife and began cutting my arms and legs, he made a design of swirls and waves. This was very painful, but I could not let any weakness show, the cuts began to get deeper and longer.

Once he saw that this approach would not work, he took out a needle and sedated me. Once I woke, I found that I had been taken off of the table and strung up by my wrist to the roof and my ankles to the floor.

The cloaked man walked over to me and started hitting me in the stomach with a bat and he then dropped it and began punching my face, when he stopped I arched my back in pain, as he wrapped duct tape around my op en wounds and ripped it off.

"Arrrggg!" I finally shouted after five hours straight of brutal torture.

"Happy now?" I asked, struggling to keep conscious.

"Yes actually" He answered as he wiped away some sweat on his face.

Once he had left the room I lost consciousness.

"Damn, that kid is fucking tough"

"Yes, he certainly is. How can a ten year old boy not have broken yet? You only managed to get him to shout after five hours."

"HAHAHAhaha! Five hours? That is not good enough."

Authors Note:

Ooooh, who is behind all this? Will Damian escape? Well of course I know, but make sure to read the next chapter to find out! The next chapter might be in the POV of Dick Grayson or Tim Drake I can't decide. Remember to review; I'd love to read some suggestions. Bain sult as!