Dicks prov

Yes! I'm so going to Rockets after school, I've been so busy lately with patrol and homework that I haven't had any time to hang out with my friends!

The bell rang in my last class and I grabbed my books and went to my locker. I talked to my friends, we made a plan to race to the ice cream shop, challenge accepted.

I knew a short cut behind an old warehouse. I was so excited at the idea of beating my friends there I didn't even notice the 200 pound man sneak up behind me.

"Ugh" I hit the ground hard holding the back of my head

"Stupid little brat"

My head was spinning, I couldn't focus, everything was blurry.

He must have been insulting me and kicking me in the ribs for a good ten minutes. Maybe other places too. I couldn't tell. I couldn't fight back even though everything was telling me to move my ass and kick his. So much for robin training.

Gotham Academy wasn't far from Rockets, so I was betting my friends where almost there.

All of the sudden he was on top of me, I felt like a spider being crushed with a sneaker. A sneaker made of lead.

"You're a little pretty boy ain't ya"

The man said. Was that lust in his voice? I thought he just wanted my wallet.

"Get off me!" I tried to shout. I was cut off by his hand around my neck. I was still struggling. His hand moved to my mouth. Curing off any hope for calling for help. He pulled a knife out of his pocket, randomly slicing my thigh. I couldn't help but gasp in pain.

He started rubbing my groin. Blood still poring from the wounds in my thigh. I was shaking and tears where running down my cheeks. No! No! Stop it! Leave me alone! STOP! I screamed in my mind begging for help. He started taking off his pants with his free hand. Using his knees to hold my legs down.

He pulled his pants and boxers down enough, his still free hand pulling at the hem of my pants. I was still clawing at the hand covering nearly half of my face and bucking to try and get him off of my torso.

He got my pants about half way down my thighs. I was hysterical, sobbing my heart out and shaking my head. My screams and cries muffled by his hand around my jaw. Pleading for it all to stop.

His hand slid down my boxers. Exploring. I struggled more, I bucked, attempted kicking. Using his knees, he forced my legs open, I was using everything I had to keep them shut. Even that wasn't enough.

My boxers where a few inches down but still on, none the less. With a hand down them. I heard foot steps. Frantic ones, running feet somewhere nearby.

I felt the fat mans weight torn off me, I was in too much pain to move, my head pounding in my ears. Finding it hard to breathe. I think I heard cracking sounds. I wasn't sure.

"Dick!" Bruce?

I opened my eyes,and looked up at him. Letting out a few more sobs. Bruce! It was him, he was here to save me!

"Bruce!" I choked out in a raspy voice. Still not recovered from being choked.

Bruce scooped me into his arms, an held me close. I sobbed and sobbed. Feeling safe in Bruce's loving embrace. He was rubbing circles on my back, and running fingers through my hair.

I would never admit it, but that was exactly what I needed. We sat together for a few minutes, when he finally said "Dickie, tell me what happened?"