The Red

Disclaimer: I don't own young justice just this version of red hood whose name will be revealed soon

A/N: okay back again. I'm snuggly warm in my favorite batman hoody and I've got my new Batgirl action figure and I am ready to go! A lot is going on right now, my creative writing class has got me homework every night and I'm getting paid to design a barn logo. Sculpture is total fail too. Anyways I'm thinking of doing something with my batman oc John Grayson (son of Barbara and Dick). Idk if someone can tell me if they'd read that if I wrote it, because just drawing him is slightly unproductive. Anyway on with the story!

The worst part about having no sense of time is not being able to tell the time. Dick doesn't know how long he has been sitting in the underground place he is being held. His head is still throbbing and it's extremely cold and shivers constantly wrack up his spine. But by far the worst thing about this is he has no idea if red hood kept his word about Batman being let go. For all Dick knows Batman his being held somewhere separate from him and fairing less.

Dick sighs heavily and tugs at his chains for the ten thousandth time only to cause himself more pain. The teen hero draws his knees to his chest and rests his chin on them. He has no clue what is going to happen to him at this point. If his friends or father will come for him, if they are even okay. It's the most painful thing in the world, not knowing and being completely helpless.

Suddenly Dick feels something hot well up behind his eyes. Warm, wet tears trying to push their way out of his tear ducts and down his cheeks.

"No," he snaps at himself. "No you are not going to cry! It's pointless! Only stupid little kids cry!" while his voice is strong there is no real power behind it. And against his commands silent tears roll down his cheeks. Dick curses himself miserably as he cries.

The tears keep falling even when the latch above him opens and a latter falls down. The latter isn't used the red hood merely jumps down. Dick lets out a snarl and tries to lunge himself at the man in the mask. The chain yanks him back violently slamming his body heavily into the cold floor.

"Oh wow," Red hood snickers. "You've been down here for almost twenty hours and you're still trying to attack? Gotta hand it to you kid; you got spunk." He laughs morbidly.

"It's a shame I have to break you." Dick scowls at the man.

"Good luck douche bag," Dick snarls. Red hood snorts and back hands the young hero sending his head snapping to the side. Dick feels a boot step on his head.

"I'd watch it brat," he hisses. "I can be a lot nicer when I get respect."

"Like you deserve it," Dick snarls. The boot on his head slams down on the back of his head and the thirteen year old lets out an involuntary cry of pain. Blood drips down the side of his head. The boot is removed and Dick sits up despite the spinning in his head and he sees the red hood setting up a video camera.

"What are you doing," Dick snarls. The man in the red mask smirks.

"Sending a message."

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"Can't you work any faster," Roy snarls at Bruce who is sitting at the bat computer desperately trying to pick up any trace of his son.

"If you're so desperate to find him why didn't you go out with the patrol group instead of sitting here being a pain in my ass," Bruce growls at the red head archer. This shuts up Roy but it doesn't stop him from sending death glares at the man.

The team is sitting among themselves trying to give each other silent support. M'gann is crying silently, her head resting on Conner's shoulder who is grinding his teeth.

"Why are we just sitting here," the clone growls. Before anyone can respond the computer screen suddenly turns to stack then to the image of the red hood standing before it. Everyone is around the compute in a second.

"Hello Bruce Wayne, the red man says playing heavy on Batman's name. "I doubt you remember the event but your son made a deal: his life for yours. And now he's mine. But I'll give you a chance here. Maybe seeing him will help you find him, but I doubt it." The man steps out of the way of the camera to show Robin kneeling on the floor of a poorly lit room. The red hood walks over to the boy and grabs him by his black locks and rips the mask from his face.

"I'm assuming his little team is still there," red hood says. "So kids meet Richard Grayson. And now you're going to hear him scream." Red hood pulls out a knife and jams it into Robin's shoulder and twists it within the wound. Dick can't help but scream out.

M'gann lets out a sob and buries her face in Conner's chest is his snarling like an animal. Wally is swearing in a thousand different ways at a speedsters pace. Artemis is clutching her fist her teeth gritted and Kaldur is trying to be ill as he stares at the screen. Roy is trying to keep from screaming out in rage. Bruce grips the edge of the bat computer so tightly he is bleeding under his gloves.

Red hood removes the knife from Dick's shoulder and Drags it down his chest making an x across the muscled, pale skin. He repeats the motion down his arms before dropping the bloody knife on the floor. The man now kicks the boy in his bloody chest sending him to the ground. Once Dick is on the ground he begins stomping on the boy's chest until there is the sickening crack of bone.

At this point Dick is no longer in their world. Red hood laughs darkly and walks back to the camera and zooms in on Dick.

"Take a good look Bruce," he says. "Because this is all your fault." He turns the camera back to himself.

"Good luck finding him," he says and the screen goes black. The room falls silent before Bruce lets out a cry of rage and punches the wall of the bat cave as tears of rage roll down his face. He is helpless, just like his son.