NOTE: Rape/non con and torture was cut off this chapter. If you wish to read the full chapter, please visit my AO3. Other than that. Everything is presented in this chapter.

The next morning Luthor woke up, he felt tired.

The amount of sleep he had was not good, and although Richard tried his best to be quiet, he understood it was very hard to suppress the sharp inhales and the soft whimpers of pain. After all, the boy was just out of torture.

He got up and went to his bathroom and sighed before taking a quick shower. He knew he should have woken the boy to do his chores. But he decided that he will be a bit nice and let him sleep for an extra 15 minutes.

Dressing in a bathrobe, he went back to his room to dress only to find Richard already awake "Mr. president" the boy said and he nodded

"go wash. While I get ready, I want my breakfast to be served." He said and watched the boy nod and walk to the bathroom in a hurry. He let out a sigh and opened his wardrobe taking out his suit before pulling out some underwear. Once he was in his underwhere, the boy left the bathroom and hurried to him to help him get dressed.

Luthor smiled to himself as he watched the boy's hesitant look toward him, asking him silently if it was alright to do each and every move.

Once he was dressed, Richard followed him to the dinning room where breakfast was served and he poured him his morning cup of coffee and put the 1 cube of sugar presenting it to him. he ate and looked at Richard "you may eat the leftovers" which wasn't really a left over. The dishes were very full and looked all nice and delicious "and you may rest a bit while I'm away"

"thank you Mr. President"

Luthor smiled "yes. I know" he left


Bruce's eyes widened when he saw the news of the terrorism attack on Gotham prison. The bodies. The blood. This was Death Stroke's doing. It was very obvious. He somehow regretted contacting him. this was too much a waste of blood and humans. And now, they are all to be blamed

"it's not your fault" he heard Clark say and he shook his head "Bruce, I mean i-"

"I was the one who asked his help" he swallowed "all for him. But then, where is Dick?"

Clark shook his head "give it some time, Bruce. Things do-"

"time? What if they're torturing him? what if he's dead?"

"Bruce you're losing it" Bruce looked down and Clark walked to him "you love him that much?"

"emotions shouldn't be our leader in this mission"

"yet you're letting them be. Bruce. I'm here with you. I assure you things will be alright"

"things will not be alright"

They both looked at Damian who walked to them "Death Stroke made the right moves. Their blood is nothing if we want to save Grayson"

"Damian" his father growled in anger

"no father" he spat back angrily "if we don't follow up with Death Stroke, he will find Grayson first. And who knows what will happen then"

"Damia-"

"leave him Bruce" Clark interfered "he's upset. This is his way to deal with things" he looked at Damian "it's alright. Your bro-"

"don't try the false comfort with me. I'm not as simple minded as you are" Damian said angrily then turned to his father "father… we have to go there ourselves. Or contact Death Stroke. I hate to say this. But I'm worried. A lot. Luthor has taken Grayson. And we'll be stupid to just think that he's ok. That everything will be ok"

If only Damian knew how much it hurt him to know that he was right. It hurt him, as much as it made him proud, to realize that Damian has become the voice of reason in this place.

Finally, he nodded "you're right Damian. I'll contact Death Stroke today. You and Tim will patrol"

"I will keep on searching" Clark said and Bruce frowned

"no! today you will rest. Your senses can't take the pressure of over working them more than that. Tomorrow you can start again"

"you worry about me?" it made him more than happy, regardless of the glare that Bruce sent him "all right. I'll see you tomorrow then"


"so yeah. He was taken to the president" a large built man said to his friend

"shoot. So he really did forget" the man laughed "well. Screwing up with him was fun enough."

"oh well… I guess no more playing with ass" he took off his shirt "I'll be going to take a shower. We have a long day tomorrow"

"will… good night" said the other man and laid on the bed. He closed his eyes as he heard the water of the shower start to run. Suddenly, he heard noises "hey?" he called "George? Stop playing tricks. It's not scary." Suddenly the water stopped running "George?" he got up and walked to the bathroom "George you ok?"

"So number 2 is George. Will his ass kissed life good bye"

His eyes widened when he saw the door to the bathroom open and a masked man leave the bathroom "D-Death Stroke?"

"I see you enjoyed shoving things inside Nightwing's ass." He held the man by the throat and pressed him to the wall

"please… please let me go" he begged, his face pressed to the wall "please! I… I won't say anything. I won't participate in arresting any of you again. Plea-AAH"

"how does it feel?" Death Stroke asked, thrusting his knife inside the man's hole "to have things shoved up here.

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

"begging for more? What a slut. I'll give you what you want" he started thrusting the knife again and again "see how generous I am"

"please… please stop"

"such a screamer too. Perhaps I'll get your mouth to good use." He let go of the man who fell on the ground sobbing and kicked him before he forced his mouth open and thrust the knife into his mouth deep hitting his throat "but I'll grant you the mercy or death" he thrust the knife deeper killing the man before getting up "guess another place was attacked by terrorists" leaving the house, he smirked feeling his cell phone ring, already knowing who was it

"Wintergreen, he contacted us. Didn't he?"

"yes. He sent us a signal at Gotham harbor"

"will be there. Thank you, Wintergreen"

"most welcome, Slade"

He was sure Batman would contact him after the so called terrorist attack was announced in news. He knew Batman would want to know what he found. Of course, he wasn't about to give him all the information, but playing around and giving him some 'horrifying' information would be fun. Wouldn't it?

"is there any reason you wanted to see me, Batman?"

"Death Stroke" Batman called him angrily "you killed many people. You caused a chaos."

"well, Batman. You seem to forget that I have my own way of dealing with things. We may not agree to each other's meathods. But that doesn't mean that out goal isn't the same. To get your first Robin out"

"killing is not the answer"

"it is if you see this" Death Stroke offered him a CD. He chuckled when Batman just stared at him and didn't take it "it's not a bomb Batman"

Batman took the CD then stared at Death Stroke "what's inside it?"

"you will see yourself." Death Stroke couldn't hold back the smile behind his mask "I already took revenge by the way"

"what have you done?" Batman asked alarmed and Death Stroke chuckled "returned the favor.

Batman watched him leave and wondered if he made the right choice by contacting him in the first place.


Lex Luthor was surprised when he saw Richard waiting for him when he returned at evening. The boy immediately took his jacket and accompanied him to his room helping him taking off his shoes and clothes "I have prepared your bath Mr. President" he said and Luthor smiled at him

"come" he entered the bathroom, but not before he notice the panicked look on the boy "do not fear." He said "you're safe here" he went inside the bath and sighed when he felt the water sooth his body "come Richard" he said when he found the boy standing at the door looking down timidly. He entered and Luthor gave him a loofah. Dick took it and immediately started cleaning his back before starting on his chest.

The boy did what he's required to do without any questions. Luthor loved that. This was the kind of worker he needed "say Richard"

"yes sir?"

"how do you like it here?"

The boy smiled softly "beats staying in prison" he joked and Luthor had to be amused at the response

"don't you wish to be free?"

"I don't know, Mr. President. All I remember is people hurting me. And you saved me from them. You say I was a terrorist. If that's the case, I do prefer to stay here then."

"what if I wanted to let you go?"

Dick looked at him with horror "sir… I… I'll be lost. I have no one to go to, and nowhere to hide in. without you sir, I know nothing"

So the boy wanted to stay and was afraid of getting outside and being free, worried that he'll end up lost. The feeling that he was needed, that the boy depended on him this much made him proud of himself. He stood and Dick looked down at his own feet "then stay. I pretty much like having you around, Richard" he stood and wrapped a towel around himself and walked outside followed by the boy who hurried to get him another fresh silky pajama pants and shirt before helping him in them. Again, Luthor took his seat on the chair and opened the book "do you know the story, The Scarlet Letter?"

Dick shook his head "I don't recall it sir"

"come close. I'll read it"

"don't you want to have your tea sir? Or your dinner"

Luthor smiled and shook his head "later. I wish to read."

Dick did as ordered and sat in front of Luthor hearing him read. The story wasn't started from the beginning, and he didn't understand the whole story, but he didn't mind hearing the other read in that soothing tone of his. With time, Dick decided that he liked the story

"She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness. Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods. The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers - stern and wild ones - and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss" Luthor felt a small weight on his knee and found that the boy had fallen asleep and his head had found its place on his own knee. He smiled "how can something so dangerous be so pure and beautiful like that?" he ran his fingers through the boy's hair

"those criminals and terrorists… they don't deserve such a perfect creature… perfect in his need of my help. In his obedience, in his beauty, in his nightmares and cries of pain and suffering. Perfect the way he is confused, seeking relief and comfort" he shook his head "I will not allow him to remember…. Never" he looked at Dick's face. Eyes closed softly, soft wounded ripped lips parted slightly. He will take things slowly. Wait for the boy to get better, trust him fully. And when he finally has him, he will never let go.

Because Richard was perfect.

And the president deserved only what's perfect.


"are you sure you don't want Robin to be here with us?" Red Robin asked as Bruce inserted the CD into his computer and stared at the large screen

"Death Stroke is a mind master. I am not sure if this is one of his games. I don't want Damian to fall into a trap" he looked at the boy "had you been Jason or Dick, I'd have hesitated too. I'd have just watched it with Superman"

"I'm very sure it's just some information" Clark said

"Don't count on it" he finally clicked the play button

Their eyes widened in alarm and shock when he saw a number of officers surrounding Dick, who was crying openly, naked and injured, begging them to release him

Tim shook his head in horror "no they didn't…. they didn't do that to him" Bruce paused the video, anger and disgust clearly in his face. He looked at Tim

"they did."

The boy's hand went to his mouth and he turned pale

"Timothy? You ok?" Clark knew he asked a stupid question. But the boy looked like he was going to-

Tim knelt down and let out everything was kept in his stomach

Clark sighed and went to the boy rubbing his back gently before looking at Bruce who still stared at the paused screen "Bruce"

"leave… both of you"

"no Bruce, I ca-"

"I SAID LEAVE"

Clark nodded and held Tim's shaking hand taking him to the mansion leaving behind an angry Bruce and a very explicit porn movie in a vomit smelling cave.

Ignoring the smell… no, he wasn't smelling anything. He was too angry to recognize anything as he pressed the play button. As he watched those men take turns on his lover. As he watched him beg them to let him go. To kill him. To stop.

He rubbed his forehead before and bit his lower lip hard as he watched them grip his lover's hair

The scene was cut and Dick was strapped to the wall unconscious

"wake up" they poured water at him "let's play a little?" they gave him an electric shock and he screamed in pain "I like your scream. Let's try again"

He watched as another scene came and they poured a little bit of acid of his right thigh then on his back. The screams were too much for Bruce that he punched the keyboard breaking them. Suddenly, the screen went off. He looked angrily at Alfred "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"

"Spare you more tears and screaming" he said holding the cable of the computer "master Bruce… you're crying"

"I'm too late Alfred… I'm too late… even if he's not dead… what happened…" his knees couldn't hold him more and he found himself slipping to the ground "I wish if this was just a nightmare" he felt two hands wrap around him "god I wish I'm just dreaming"

"I know master Bruce… I know"

Alfred held Bruce as he cried that night... he sighed and tried to hold back his tears. Dick was out there in danger and torture.

and Bruce... he never cried like this... not since his parents died.