Based around a story in Batman #5 (1940)

CHAPTER 1: DICK'S P.O.V

Bruce had sent me to check Matty Links rooms to see if I could ' dig up something ' linking him and Smiley Sikes with Joe Sands. I was regretting my decision to agree. There was nothing, absolutely nothing in that apartment. I was mentally ranting the entire time.

'Not a shred of evidence, the place smells horrible, the ugliness hurts my eyes and there's no action! What a boring night it is'

I'd had a horrible feeling for the past two minutes and the closer I got to exit, the more it grew. When I opened the door, I was met with a forceful blow to my head, I fell down, knocking over a table and lamp in the process.

"Uhhhh" I groaned as I tried to get up.

'Should've known someone else was here. I can usually sense danger, why didn't I this time?'

"The brat can take a hit" Blue-jacket (the one that hit me) said.

"Then why not give him a couple more?" The other man asked.

"Just what I was thinking, James"

'James, so now I know who one of them is'

Another hit, to the middle of my back this time, and I crashed into the floor again. The two goons started laughing as Blue-jacket continued to beat me. My vision had become blurry, my hearing zoning out, my eyesight dimming, I was slowly fading into the darkness, a cold feeling taking over my body and numbing my senses.

Side of the face, chest, stomach, back of the neck,head, back of the knees, are just the few places I remember getting hit. Eventually I couldn't even feel the pain anymore and I just kept silently begging for Batman to come and save me, like he normally does, but for the first time in my life I knew that he wouldn't arrive, not in time to save me anyway.

"Hahahahaha, look at the kid, I can't understand why everyone thinks he's such a problem, He's a weakling" Blue-jacket stated.

"Pl–please st-stop" My scared and weak voice begged, I couldn't stand it anymore.

'Batman please hurry, please come. I-I don't want to die! Bruce where are you?'

"Aw, the little birdie wants us to leave him alone does he? Ha! In your dreams brat! Which is something you will no longer have, since you'll be too dead"

Blue-jacket just kept on beating me, one hit after the other faster than I could think and I was only thinking one thing.

'Bruce you have to get here, I need you! You've always been there for me , always, so where are you now?'

Another hit to my shoulder and the pain that I couldn't physically feel, but I knew existed, became to much for me and I finally let the darkness take me, still silently praying for Batman to come and save me, but it was too late for that now and I knew it, I could feel my heart beat slowing.