Full Detailed Summary: A spin off of Robindanewsie's "The Apprentice", starts after chapter 30. I do not own Young Justice or The Apprentice. De-aged!Dick Grayson. Older-Young Justice Team. Slade steals Dick from the Justice League and Young Justice. Dick resists, and Slade gets fed up to the point that he tosses Dick into a prison for Apprentices of the Light. Dick meets a group of teens who were just like him. Having no family, no help, nowhere to go, this is the story of how Dick gains his leadership skills and new friends.

Thank you to Robindanewie for 1) Creating the story "The Apprentice", 2) Inspiring me to write this, 3) Giving me permission to write this! If you have not read 'The Apprentice', this story probably won't make any sense, so please go read Robindanewsie's stories! I will be referencing it. Not only 'The Apprentice', but all her other ones too! There are a total of 5, including 'The Apprentice'. She's great, so much better than me. Also, while you are at it, go check out Firecracker-TheBatCrazedDemigod and Robindanewie's work! They are really great I can not scream that enough! (Shameless? Promotion? Sort of?) IDK, please go check it out!

Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter One: He's all alone... with his memories.

Dick woke up to the sound of lightning. He shot up and looked around.

He was in some sort of plain room, not unlike an interrogation room used by cops. He was sitting now on a bare bed. The walls were grey and white, there was a desk in one corner, and two doors.

The last thing he remembered, Master had come and… he had hurt his big brother! HE SHOT HIS BIG BROTHER ROY! Roy had asked him to fight, but he failed. He couldn't protect his family. He failed, again.

"Don't help me! Fight him! Fight him! Fight him! FIGHT!" (Chapter 31)

No. It's not too late. For all Dick knew, his family was still alive. So he needed to go home, so he could defend them. He didn't want Master to take his family away again.

Dick got up and opened the closest door to him. It was a closet filled with neutral clothing, mostly black.

He closed it and approached the other door. It was locked. What a surprise.

Dick approached the desk and opened each drawer. There was very little in them. Only some crayons, paper, a pencil and a ruler.

It's a test. To see what he would do. Would he punish himself? Would he draw? Would he write?

It was his choice. And he knew that the wrong choices would come with a punishment.

Wait, if it was a choice, then couldn't they… Perhaps...

Dick searched the walls, and found three cameras. Only three? Really?

He considered covering them, but thought better of it. Instead he walked back over to the drawer. A choice. A test. A trap. What could he do?

His gaze was drawn to the ruler. He remembered his Master ordering him to beat himself, to punish himself. Was that what he wanted? To see a humble and obedient Apprentice?

If he did punish himself, would he be spared from further punishment? He didn't notice himself reaching for the ruler with a shaking hand.

"You don't have to obey him." (Chapter 24)

He froze.

"You don't,Dickieyou don't. Don't do it anymore. I beg you to stop. As your friend. As your brother." (Chapter 24)

A single tear fell down his cheek.

"Dickie-I want to protect you. Forever. I want to see you laugh and smile. I want to adopt you."

(Chapter 27)

A second tear joined the first, and more fell out of the other eye.

"Our baby brother. We love you more than ice cream and cookies. More than movies and beach days. Way more ways than we can ever say." (Chapter 29)

He was now crying so hard he couldn't see, the tears blurred his vision.

"I broke that ruler. No more okay?" (Chapter 28)

He remembered. People loved him. He has a family. They asked him to not hurt himself. He has a future. Then Master came for him, and tore him away. From that future.

He retracted his hand from the ruler and raised both hands to wipe the tears away. He had promised that he wouldn't do that again. So no, that was not an option.

The crayon and the paper? The pencil and paper? What could he do with them? Draw? Write complicated math problems? Write an essay? An apology letter? To apologize for being a failure?

The lightning sounded again in the background, followed by a clap of thunder.

He shivered. Dick didn't want to do anything. Not yet. So he curled up and fell back into a trance, eyes on the locked door. Wishing it was all just a dream, and that he could close his eyes and open them again to see his family. To have breakfast where he could have seconds if he wished, where he could sit at the table and not fear a beating. To face a new day with happiness in his future. A laugh with his family guaranteed to happen soon. But alas, it was not so.

So this is the first chapter! Yeah, please tell me what you think! If it is liked, I might update sooner. I won't ask for a certain number of reviews, just please tell me your honest opinion. My goal is by next Friday, so wish me luck!

This is your girl IbeWildBella signing off, peace out beautiful people!