Chapter 4: Shocking!

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Robindanewsie : Yeah, i do know what you mean. ;) Thank you for the tip! I'm trying it with this chapter, so uh… yeah. I'mma try! I really will to throw in some references and hope you see them (in the story over all). And I hear you! I will do that, yes! Next chapter. Sorry. All questions regarding the Ocs: yes they know of the outside world, I will have the full explanation next chapter but for now most did have some sort of childhood that they share with each other. Dick will get his chance to share his emotions, be supported, pushed and comforted. They do know of Narnia and other books (Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, etc.) and I will have fun with that :) They know of it, however some have not experienced it themselves so they will be in awe or hungary for more details. Dick will get his time to explain his family and my OCs will share their backgrounds so that Dick doesn't feel the spotlight is harsh or demanding. I'm not in summer yet ;-; lucky. I have two weeks of school left. UGH END MY SUFFERING! Jk.

MarvelDcGuestFan (guest) : Thank you! I'm gonna use that name, I like it. Plus, Russian! I love learning new stuff, so thank you! I know he's mean, he's a criminal. Okay, so there was originally a fish because I wanted to make a 'Finding Nemo' reference, plus 'Finding Dory' is coming out soon so excitement for that. Then I had a crazy idea of tying it in with my OCs. After writing that, I wanted to connect the fish to Guggy, but I had already posted it. Speaking of my OCs, I will explain everything when I introduce them, in the next chapter! Promise!

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Dick screamed until his throat felt like it would burst. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. Who was he? Why was he here? Why did it hurt? What would make it stop?

"Come on boy, just give me their names~"

Dick snapped his jaw shut. Only for it to open again for another scream. How to make it stop… HOW CAN HE MAKE IT STOP?!

"Boy, I'm losing patience here. Just give me their names! How about Batman, yes? He has the whole family of Bats thing, so you must have met them and know their real names."

Bruce Wayne. Jason Todd. Tim Drake. Damian Wayne. No no no. Must not say it. Don't say it. Don't say it.

"Boy~ How about the friends that are your age? The Young Justice Team I believe they are called yes? Care to give me their names so I can write them letters? I'll even sign with love~."

Dick screamed again. He can't take anymore. Anything. Anything to make it stop. Please.

"Don't give up Dickie!"

"You can do it, my perfect little brother!"

"We love you son, please keep fighting."

Dick heard them. His family, his friends, supporting him. He can do this. He can do this.

"I-I-"

"Yes?"

"I am an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, angel with a shotgun shot gun shotgun. Get out your guns, battle's begun, are you a saint or a sinner. And major tom, will sing along, yeah they say i'm a dreamer."

"Oh great he sings." Masked Man snorted.

"Kid, maybe you should shut up!" Doc said, beginning to lose his patience. One press of a button, and Dick's singing cut off.

"Better, now kid."

The power shut off again, giving Dick a breathing break to open his eyes and take in the sick look of delight on the Doctor's face.

"Care to tell me who Green Lantern is? Green Arrow?"

Dick mumbled something. Doc leaned in, excited. "Repeat that for me, boy."

"Doc Octo, i-if you want info that m-much, maybe y-you should try g-going back to obsessing over S-spider-man. At least then, you had help."

Dick watched this guy snap.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME YOU LITTLE-!"

The guard stepped up and put his hands on the raging doctor.

"Doctor!"

A voice came through the door, interrupting this little argument before it could escalate any further.

"Dr. Kilsota, you are wanted back at the Base."

"Fine fine. I am coming. Torro, send Slade in."

Dick heard the door open and close twice. The second time seemed louder than the first.

"Well Apprentice, it seems you can't take a hint. You belong to me. Now I will prove it."

Slade held a… oh god no… a branding iron in his hands. Dick watch with terror filled eyes as the fire heated the metal iron, shaped in a smooth sharp 'S'.

"You are my property, so I will mark you as such."

Dick opened his mouth to argue, but he could only croak, for his voice was sore from screaming and singing.

"Now, where shall I mark you? On your back? On your head? Does it matter? All of you belongs to me Apprentice. You know what? I like the thought of it being on your chest. So all who see you know you're mine."

Slade picked up the hot iron and approached Dick. Dick struggled and screamed as the iron came into contact with his skin. Right over his heart.

He wished he could black out from pain, but the darkness stayed out of his reach. The release was refusing to help him. Instead, he remembered every moment of how he burned and screamed while Slade laughed at him. At his pain.

He had begun to think it would never end when Slade removed the iron from his skin. He couldn't see it now, but he would. The scar was throbbing, blistering red as it seemed to glow, demanding all eyes on it.

Blood spilled from his mouth and nose, and drying slowly. His head was aching and his body throbbed with every heartbeat. The burn over his heart was just beginning to scab when they picked him up and dragged him away.

The submarine pulled up to the surface long enough for Dick to see an island that was quickly drawing nearer. Their clear destination. From a distance, it looked like a hazy prison castle from the 16th century. Then they got closer.

It was some sort of castle once, that was changed into a prison. High grey walls of stone were the walls to keep outsiders out and prisoners in. The waves hit the rocks below, offering no escape by sea.

So wait, how did they plan to approach by boat? Was it possible just not seemingly so? Nope.

The submarine went underwater again, and Dick lost sight of the prison. Instead he saw the underwater entrance, guards dressed in black uniforms standing alert. As if to say 'Don't even think about it.'

There was a giant door that had no lock and key that Dick could see, but some signal must have been given, for the door opened to allow the submarine in.

The guards carried a limp Richard Grayson between them. He paid no attention to the rest of the world around him. Instead he focused on trying to sleep. Pass out. Anything. One thing comforted him. He didn't give anything up. He kept their secrets. He tried not to think about the fact that they still had him, which means they could continue at any time. He was so busy thinking, he almost didn't hear the guards.

"Put him next to the Atlantian."

Atlantian? No no no, don't tell me they got Kaldur too!

"On which side?"

"Between the Atlantian and the Gothamite."

Gothamite? As in someone from Gotham? Which one? Red X? Red Robin? Nightwing?

RELAX PEOPLE CALM DOWN IT IS NOT THE TEAM IT IS MY OCS RELAX!

*crickets chirp*

Okay… Moving on.

Song : 'Angel with a shotgun' by TheCab.

I love the Nightcore version.

Thank you to MarvelDcFanGuest for the correction! I didn't notice, oops. Kaldur not Kalder. Stupid auto correct.

This chapter sucked, I'm sorry. I tried. I'm sick and I'm stressing, plus I've never done this before! I reached my goal Robindanewsie! Please review to tell me what you think. And hello to luci-nana90! Peace out ;)