Insanity

Sorry, I did not like the road to this fic so I am rewritting it.

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READ: Dick is SIXTEEN

"There are two sides of the world as there are two sides of a coin... There is good, then there is bad. There is light, then there is darkness .. There is truth, and then there are LIES.

But it is between yourself only to choose which one will be part of your spiritual being. Sometimes, in the mist, we forget who we are. That is when all pressure is on you, and you cannot help but ask... Who can save you from yourself?"

A strong yelp filled the air of the poorly condition abandoned building, that grabbed everyone's attention. There, at the center, a shadowed figure dressed in a black cloak, held a blade underneath Robin's chin and right against his neck. Robin dared not to move nor scream, for if he would, the action would be fatal. So all he could do, was stand still in desperate need.

"Robin!" Aqualad cried. The Atlantian took a step towards the two, in hopes of saving his friend.

His effort ended soon when he noticed that the dark figure applied more pressure to the blade, causing a line of crimson to run down the Teen Wonder's neck. "No body move!" Batman ordered. He rather not have his son's breathing access ruined and lead to death. But the Dark Knight could not help but feel the slightest fear strike his heart for Dick.

"Such a stand off," the unknown man hissed. His voice sounded with more of a gruff tone like Bats. "Shame that you care for this boy as much as I do... His kidnapping will be more unsettle for you."

"You're not taking him anywhere!" Superboy raged, feeling the adrinaline rush. Superman placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "No, Connor. Stand down," he said. Connor glared up at the man. "No! I can take him! WE can take him!"

"... No."

Connor turned his hate towards the man, but did not utter a word. "Let him go," Bruce growled towards the shadowed figure captivating Dick, "or else I will make sure you pay dearly."

The man stood there for a still moment as the room went into utter silence. You could hear both the heroes' and sidekick's heart pace quicken. The stranger finally made his choice.

"Goodbye."

Before anyone could react, he threw four gas bombs to the heroes' feet. White smoke fled into their nostrils and inside their ears. Immediately, they all suddenly felt like someone was jamming a hammer to their heads and sunk to the floor, screaming in agony. Few passed out. Instantly after this, the dark man hoisted Dick off the ground and jetted to the building window. "TATI!" Robin screamed before he and the captor jumped through the glass an plummeted down the long way. Surprisingly, without a scratch, they landed on a poor car below.

Batman felt his stomach churn and ignoring the agonizing pain in his head, he ran to the window that the stranger jumped out of, and only saw nothing but a blur of black enter a shadow. Soon, Dick's cries for help died away. The Dark Knight felt his whole world spin and he sank to his knees.

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

"NOOOO!- GAH!"

Bruce shot his head off his pillow with a gasp. Sweat dampened his hair to his forehead and dark bags hung low under his eyes. Ragged breaths erupted his from his lips, as he tried to clear his mind of the nightmare...

Well...

Memory, that is.

The man gazed to his alarm clock that read 4:00am, and groaned in distress, rubbing his face with his hands. Bruce stood from his bed and walked tiredly out the room. Thunder clashed through the air and lightning filled the darkned halls for half a second, then another.

The man trudged down the path until he reached one specific room...

Dick's room.

He paused at the door, staring down at the doorknob as if he was waiting for it to move or turn...

Bruce walked down the hallway to his young ward's room, in orfer to check on the boy after three months of staying within the manor. Dick was still truamatized after the incident with his parents. Still, the child wondered: who killed his family?

Just as Bruce made it to his son's room, the knob twisted before he could touch it and the door swung open, revealing a raven haired boy looking up at Bruce with watery baby blues and trembling lip. Bruce sighed sadly. "Had another nightmare, Dickie Bird?"

The nine year old only bursted into whimpers and cries as he wrapped his arms around the man's waist and burried his face into Bruce's stomach. Bruce crouched down to Dick's height to hug the child more comfortably. "Would you like to sleep with me for tonight?" he asked gently. Dick nodded with a sniffle.

"Kay. Come on Richard," the man said, leading Dick doen the hallway by the hand.

The door in reality present time, remained still and cold, and the door remained shut. Bruce tilted his head shut, trying keep the tears from falling. Maybe I should...

Slowly, he grabbed the knob and twisted, gently pushing the door open. Bruce walked inside, revealing Dick's room that had been kept untoutched for five months. Dick had been gone for six. On the Teen Wonder's bed that had sheets that had not been slept in, laid a pair of folded jeans and a black shirt that had not been worn. Nothing on the nightstand or shelf had been moved, but kept clean from dust. Everything was just how Dick left it.

Bruce sucked in a breath, feeling the need to break something. It had been his fault. He allowed a villain- a criminal, to sweep in a TAKE his child. His baby boy.

Bruce walked over to the bed and skimmed the tips of his fingers on the wool of the blanket's wrinkles. Something hit his heart- something unpleasent that NO father would dare want to gor through... He failed his child. And it killed him on the inside.

The man squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. "Damn you Richard... Look what you do to me," he whispered. There was no hate or venom in his voice, but pure shame. Never had Bruce thought he could be this much in the ditch. Dick sure did placed him there.

"Master Bruce? Master..." Alfred's voice called. The butler froze as he stood in the room with surprised eyes. Itbhad been five months since Bruce stepped into Dick's room- three months since he stepped near the door without punching a hole in the wall. It broke Alfred to see Bruce in such condition as this. Bruce looked this way before when his parents died, but it seemed to double now that Dick was gone. Alfred missed Dick as much, for the youth was like a grandson. Now that he was gone, it has been... hell.

It was till then when Bruce could not hold in the sorrow and he fell to his knees, shakingbin sobs. Alfred ran over to the man. "Let's get you out of here, Brucey," he said gently, for once, not referring to Bruce properly. Bruce tried pushing Alfreds hands away. "No."

"Master Bruce, please-"

"Damnit Alfred! I said NO," Bruce growled.

Alfred stopped. He knew Bruce needed some time alone and quietly left the room without a word. Once gone, Bruce pulled himself together and stood, looking down at Dick's picture by the alarm clock. He nodded in hope. "Don't worry, Dick. I'll find you soon," he whispered before turning his heel and leaving the room.

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