Disclaimer: do not own

Warnings: suicidal tendencies, rape, bullying

Quick A/N: This came to me on the fly, i had my friend edit this for me in a day and i re-edited it as per whim. This is pretty dark, so please read at your own risk.

The hallways were filled with silence, a deafening dead sound that would leave anyone on edge.

Dr. Destiny heaved in slowly, wiping his lip as he towered over the sleeping form of Batman.

The blow to his head would have knocked him unconscious for a couple of hours. The battle with the bat was absolutely brutal, even with him being dead on his feet.

He loomed closer, kicking aside a bit of rubble as he shuffled in. He dropped to his knees, outstretching a hand to place it on Batman's head. His hand flashed white, in sync with a beating heart.

"Let us see," He breathed out harshly. "What you fear."

His vision erupted, easily setting into the mind of his enemy.

He glanced around, taking in the cold surroundings of the Bat's mind. He'd need to find something to break the man.

He walked briskly and quickly, knowing his time would be limited.

Before him the floor melted, growing white with every step he took. He paused, shivering in involuntary fear.

"Step away from my son!"

Dr. Destiny swiveled away, stepping back as a man charged before him. He flinched harshly, throwing his arms up as a muscled man flew towards him.

But instead he heard a gunshot, turning around to see the burly man shot once more before he collapsed onto the white floor.

Destiny's breath hitched as he stepped back, finally noticing a boy standing behind a woman.

He couldn't see her face, but her lips twisted into a scowl. She pushed the small boy behind her, dropping into a fighting stance that would hopefully save the both of them.

Destiny watched with a heavy heart as the woman was shot three times.

Don't get him wrong, he was well adjusted to death. Hell, he had killed, and continued to kill, more people than the shooter probably did.

But he never let the children witness such an atrocity.

The woman fell abruptly, red staining the white around her. She was trembling. She was still alive.

The boy, whom he couldn't see clearly, was shaking.

Half of his face was shrouded in black, while another portion was clear as day. A lone cold blue eye stared in absolute fear.

His heart dropped further when the click of a gun was heard.

He turned back to see the murderer standing with an apathetic face.

"Tough luck, kid."

The shot echoed, and Destiny watched as the kid froze up.

Only for the bullet to fly past his cheek.

The kid dropped to his knees, staring at the woman as her frail shivers stopped. The man sneered with a heavy huff, carelessly walking away as the gun hit the cold snow.

"Happy birthday runt."

In an act of horror, Destiny stumbled back, the image before him fading slowly away. He screwed his eyes shut, when he heard the boy crying from heartache.

When he opened his eyes again he was underneath a larger man. His body squirmed underneath him, his stomach churning in pain.

Destiny quivered, ghost tears brimming his eyes as the repulsive man leaned down and licked his face.

His entire body locked up when the man clawed his side. He shrieked in pain when his insides tore themselves apart.

Destiny screamed and yelled when the man thrusted, crying incoherently.

Then suddenly the man was off, being brutally beaten by a man in a suit.

It took Destiny a second to realize that the boy from before was sitting in the same place he was.

He jumped up, throwing his hands to his mouth as the boy continued to cry in pain, looking no older than before, when he was with his parents.

He stepped back, fear clouding his mind before his back hit a door.

He turned around to see it was a locker of sorts, having been in a few himself.

He banged uselessly against the metal, screaming incoherently.

Destiny froze mentally. The skin on his hands felt like mush, as if he were bleeding.

The door swung open, as he was harshly shoved out by an angry teacher.

"Listen here, Sir."

The teacher sneered.

"We don't like noise pollution in our school, now please walk yourself to the principal's office.

"But I-!"

"NOW!"

Destiny went off running, feeling phantom tears falling down his cheeks once more.

He glanced at his hands, he felt numb for the bloody mess they were.

He felt worse at the scars on his wrist.

When he glanced up, he was in an alleyway. Running away from someone.

A shot rang out, the bullet searing through his right arm. He bit back a scream, screwing his eyes shut as he threw himself over a wall.

He landed roughly on his right arm, a scream erupting from his lungs, before he continued to run, tears falling heavily which clouded his vision.

It was only a matter of luck when he pulled off to the side and avoided an array of police.

His body ached, and he lumbered off into the abandoned building.

He screwed his eyes shut and the pain was gone. Instead, he was standing with his head hung low against an army of students spouting hateful words.

No tears fell.

The next few minutes were a blur to Dr. Destiny.

But, he felt the pain and sorrow, the fear of abandonment, only for it to be showcased later. The pain of someone using you, and the horror of someone using your body.

The absolute disgust of taking someone's life and the terror of being in a near death situation.

There were flashes and moments when he felt happy and excited.

But they were overturned by the mountains and tidal waves of negativity.

Destiny felt his eyes dilate, he felt his arms crossing his chest desperately clinging to each other.

He watched in fear as the boy he saw in the beginning face through countless of heartaches and deaths.

As if the world was against him.

He witnessed his first love, only for that woman to murder others, than be murdered herself.

He witnessed as another fell in love with him for her father, then rape him in a few months time.

He saw countless of fake friends leave, and real friends die.

Destiny didn't understand. His throat was raw and red. He felt his lungs give out and his body collapsed to the floor.

He witnessed the birth of the Joker, the Birth of Two Face and Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy. He felt the guilt and the horror. He felt the desperation to help help his friends who were wronged by him. To help them be themselves again.

He saw friends turned into traitors, and friends turned into villains. He saw heroic people die and villainous fiends thrive.

Destiny let in a sharp breath, head thrown back as his eyes rolled.

The images and memories burst into his mind.

Finally, he saw himself.

No.

He saw Batman standing before a mirror. The same shadow that was on the boy's face was now on Batman's. Half of his appearance covered in pitch black as the other half was as clear as day. A blue eye staring at a mirror. His eye was rimmed red, tears falling down and burning his cheek.

"Useless," the bat whispered, crumpling to his knees as he stared at his bleeding wrist.

Destiny pulled away, coming back to reality as the Bat shot awake. Just in time to see his teammates run into the room with them.

He didn't care.

Instead, he fell onto the floor, back arching harshly as a wail of anguish escaped his parted lips. Heaving in heavily only to scream and cry in pain.

How foolish of him to not heed the Bat's warning.

But he couldn't stop. The accumulation of suffering the man was forced to face was too much. It almost felt as if everyone's fears and problems were petty compared to Batman's.

He couldn't respond. He didn't even move when the amazonian warrior pinned him down.

He just screamed.

Superman watched passively as the girls strapped the screaming Dr. Destiny onto a stretcher. Watching the main flail and cry incoherently, as J'ohnn carefully tried to enter his mind.

"Anything?" He asked roughly.

The martian shook his head in irritation.

"I see vague flashes, but nothing more." The alien stood. "His mind is not yet focused enough for me to decipher what is happening, I fear he may grow catatonic if we do not settle his mind."

He frowned further, turning to Batman who was standing a ways away. He walked forward slowly, listening in as Flash spoke in disbelief.

"What did you do to him?"

Bats stayed silent, as if mulling the answer in his head. The others stopped to stare at him.

"Nothing." Bats spoke softly, his voice holding a sharper tone to it. "He did this to himself."

With that the man turned, a flick of his cape and he was walking away.

They could do nothing but stare.

A/N: told you this was pretty dark, anyway this is pretty AU-ish so the boys don't exist. I've made his backstory ten times worse (at least in my head) so yeah.

I got this idea from reading a fanfic that mentioned this episode. I went based on memory so yeah.

Anyway like always please Review, and with that,

-Maiden Out.