Sorry that this is so short... And for the time it took to post this.

CHAPTER 7

At the realization I immediately started running after him across the large and formal room. I didn't look back but I could tell both Damian and J'onn hesitated before joining me.

I reached Talon and Dick just as they opened the door.

Behind the fancy door was a hall nearly identical to the one outside, just not destroyed and the doors were much further apart, but it was still the same.

Damian and J'onn appeared beside me as Dick walked into the hall. They stared wide eyed at the hall I was certain caused all this. "Grayson" Whispered out of Damian's mouth as tears threatened to roll down his face.

"We have to keep going Damian, okay?" I asked him quietly.

He nodded in response and took a deep, shaky breath. He started off down the corridor soon followed by both J'onn and I.

We all followed Dick and Talon until they came to a door at the very end of the hall. It was definitely made out of reinforced steel and had limitless bolts sticking out of it along the edges. There was no handle, only a panel beside it.

Talon took off one of his gloves, revealing a hand that was similar to Dick's in tone, and pressed his index finger against the board. The metal door swung open and they walked in, Dick's eyes still switching between the fear filled blue and determined gold.

The door automatically swung open revealing a dark room only lit by the faint blue glow of a computer screen. Within the dim light, you could just make out the tables, machines and chair. One chair in the center of the room, it looked like a dentist's chair, but it had restraints around the wrists, ankles, torso and neck. Most of the cables in the room seemed to lead to the chair, up the sides, and into a helmet looking thing.

I involuntarily let out a small gulp at the sight. I didn't want to even think about what sort of excruciating thing they would put Dick through to 'recondition' him.

"Lay down on the chair" Talon ordered him. Dick obediently nodded his head and laid down on the chair, which was very unlike him.

Talon started strapping him in and when he was finished, placed the helmet looking device on his head. Talon walked over to the computer and typed things in.

The screen started to glow brighter and suddenly electricity started surging through the cords, into the helmet.

Dick's scream echoed around the room. Images started flashing by the chair. Images of memories that were being changed. It was changing every memory where he had a chance to kill, changing it so that he did. It was changing him.