I wrote this story a few years ago and I'm not as proud of it as some of my others, but I hope you all still like it.

Protection in Disguise

Jason rolled down his window as the school gates opened and the kids started coming out.

"Jason, what are we doing here?" Roy Harper asked from the passenger seat.

"We're looking for this kid," Jason said handing Roy a picture of a kid with black hair and blue eyes.

"Who is he? He looks European."

"His name is Dick Grayson, and yes, he is Romanian to be exact."

"Jason! What are you doing to do? Kill him?"
"I'm going to make Bruce's life a living nightmare." Jason said coldly.

Nananana

"Alright, Jason, I'll help and I'm sure Jade will help, too," Roy sighed.

"No, I don't want this to go any farther than you and me and just to give Bruce a few more gray hairs, we'll take him when he's Robin."

Nananana

Bruce and I left earlier than usual that night. It's odd how after something bad happens the events leading up to that bad thing seem so clear.

As we jumped from the roof to roof, Batman picked up on a silent alarm two blocks from where we were. When we got to the jewel store, we found that we couldn't see anything through the windows, so we went up on the roof and found (what I thought was luck at the time, but saw later it had been planned) a skylight.

Batman went in first and just as I was about to jump in after him, a wet rag was pressed hard over my mouth and nose. It was like walking into a fog, with each breath I took it got darker and darker until it was black. I felt myself collapse.

Nananana

The first thing I became aware of was my pounding head. I think waking up from being drugged is the worst way to wake up and being hit over the head is just as bad, but as least with that you don't have to wonder if what you were given has side effects.

The next thing I realized was my mask was gone along with my utility belt and all my tools. I tried to move my arms, but I couldn't. I moved my fingers and felt zip-ties.

I looked around and found that I was in a small, shabby apartment room with no windows and only one door. All I could think was they (whoever "they" were) know who I am.

Suddenly the door opened and a man with black hair walked in. I pushed myself into a corner of the bed, trying to get as far away as possible.

He came over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Do you know who I am?"

"You're Jason Todd, my big brother."

He seemed a bit surprised, and then he got up suddenly and pulled out a knife. I jerked back in an attempt to get away. He dragged my shoulders and pulled me down, so my shoulders were almost touching the bed and cut the zip-ties. He then walked out and came back with a t-shirt and jeans.

"Put this on," he said shortly and turned to leave. He stopped and looked back at me. "Dick, I'm only going to tell you this once. Do not try to get away."

I didn't say anything, I intended to take every change I got to escape. I didn't know why Jason had kidnapped me. Wait a second, kidnapped? Yes, kidnapped by my adopted brother, who was known for his bloody murders.

There were a few seconds of tense silence before Jason left me to my own scared thoughts. I put on the clothes that Jason had brought me, I carefully folded my uniform and put it on the bed. I laid down to try and think. I must have fallen into a light sleep, because I heard the door close and lock. I sat up quickly to find my uniform gone, and I was tied to the bed with zip-ties.

Nanananana

I woke up from a nightmare to find I was in one that I couldn't escape that easily.

I heard someone unlocking the door. I was expecting Jason, so I was surprised to see Roy Harper.

"Morning, kid," he said as he came over and knelt down next to the bed. He cut me loose. "Come on," he said motioning for me to follow him.

The second I was out of my prison I made a run for the front door, but Roy jumped in front of me. I jumped into the air and flipped, my hands landing on Roy's shoulders. I was over him and at the door in a flash, but before I could open it, it was opened from the other side by Jason. He was beyond mad; he walked into the room slowly and shut the door. He then turned to me, grabbing me by my hair and dragging me to the closest wall. Jason smashed me so hard into it that I nearly cried out, but I kept my mouth shut.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" he hissed, getting up in my face. Instead of answering I spat in his face. I knew I was asking for a beating, but I didn't like having him up in my face like that.

He wiped the spit off and instead of beating me to a bloody pulp, he dragged me into the only other room in the run-down apartment. I started struggling and kicking, but it didn't do any good. Jason threw me roughly on the floor, and then walked over to a bedside table, picking up zip-ties, a piece of cloth, a camera, and a handgun. He walked back to where I was. He pinned me without much of a struggle and tied my hands behind me. I was really starting to hate that. Jason then took the piece of cloth and forcing my mouth open, he tied it around me face. I tried to spit the gag out, but he slapped me hard enough to make tears come to my eyes. He picked up the camera and putting the gun to my head, he took a picture. He turned and walked to a desk that was in the corner, leaving me shaking on the floor.

A few minutes later Jason came back over and shoving the picture in my face said "Every time you disobey me, Bruce gets one of these."

I looked at the picture in it my eyes were wild with fear and at the bottom of the picture, the words "proof of life" were written.