(WARNING! This chapter has slight torture.)

Bruce's POV

It's been a week! One week since he was taken. One week since I've seen him. They haven't called for a ransom or sent anything. What if he's hurt? What if I never see him again? What if he's de...? I stopped myself from finishing that thought.

He was going to be okay. He had to be.

I was sitting in my study just looking at the phone waiting for it to ring or for Alfred to come in with a package. I've barely slept since he was taken and to make matters worse the media found out about the kidnapping. Anytime I have to go out in public, I'm bombarded by paparazzi. Gordon hasn't called me since I gave him my report, probably not wanting to get my hopes up just to tell me they haven't found anything.

My thoughts are broken by the sudden ringing of the phone. I take a deep breath, hoping that it's the kidnappers finally. I pick up the phone and speak in a shaky voice, "Hello?"

"Hello Mister Wayne," the voice was smooth and collected and I could tell the man was having fun with this.

Dick's POV

I've here for a really long time. I think it's been about a week, but I'm not sure. I'm usually just left in this room with Ace, but I'm not complaining. I don't want to see that one man again. I didn't like the way he looked at me. As if he liked the fear I had for him. William came in here only once after he bandaged my wounds and that was to take them off, however, the cuts are still there.

Only one other person really comes in here and that's to give me and Ace food. But there was something off about him, just like William. Both seemed as if they didn't want to be here.

This man had light brown hair and light grey eyes. He seemed about 6" tall and in his early 20's. He usually wears the same thing; dark jeans, light grey shirt, and black tennis shoes. The first time he came in, he said his name was Keith.

I hear the door unlock, believing its Keith, but instead I look up to see two men. One pulled out a small gun and pointed it at Ace, who was growling in front of me. I tried to stop him, but before I could, he pulled the trigger. I dart stuck out of Ace's neck and he collapsed to the ground. The same man started to take Ace away in his arms; I shot up off the ground, trying to stop him.

"NO! STOP!" I yelled uselessly as I struggled in the other man's arms that held me back. Tears ran down my face as I watched him take an unconscious Ace out of the room. Even after he was out of sight, I continued to struggle. "Please, don't..." I mumbled to myself.

I couldn't lose Ace. He was the only friend I had here. Suddenly, Azazul came in. He motioned to the man holding me and he let me go. I ran for the door to go get Ace back and was almost there when a hand grabbed my arm and threw me into the far wall.

I looked up at him from my spot on the floor and gathered up my courage, "What did you do to Ace?"

He turned to the other man in the room, "You may leave," he said in a neutral tone. The other man nodded and left shutting the door behind him.

He turned back to me, "Now, don't worry about your dog. He's fine. We just gave him a little something to make him sleep."

"Why?" I asked shakily.

He started to walk towards me and I backed up against the wall as best I could. "Well, we're going to give your daddy a call and talk to him. I didn't want your dog to get in the way."

I looked at him wide eyed. I'm gonna get to talk to daddy? But...it's been a week, why now? Why not before?

I'm pulled out of my thoughts as he kneels down next to me and pulls out a phone.

Normal POV

(I'm gonna warn you now, this part is in the perspective of both Bruce and Dick. I didn't want to write two parts of the same scene, but someone else's perspective. Oh and some of the dialogue may not say who it is cause I'm pretty sure you can figure it out.)

Azazul dials Bruce's phone number and a few seconds later a shaky voice picked up, "Hello?"

"Hello ," his voice was smooth and collected for a man that was about to make a ransom demand, "It's nice of you to pick up. I'm sure you miss little Richard by now."

"Where is he?! I swear if you've hurt him I'll-!"

"Now, now, . I wouldn't threaten the man that has your son's life in his hands." The man's tone of voice quickly turning sinister.

Bruce's eyes widen as he realized what he had done, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just tell me, is he alright? Can I talk to him?"

"He's fine...for now anyway. And of course you can talk to him, what kind of man would I be if I didn't allow at least that?" There was a small shuffling sound over the phone.

Azazul took the phone from his ear, handed it to Dick, and whispered to him so Bruce wouldn't hear, "Say hello."

"D-daddy?" I scared voice came over the phone.

"Dick?! Are you okay?!"

"Yeah, but daddy they took Ace. They shot him with something and it made him go to sleep!"

"Don't worry. I'm going to get you and Ace home really soon, okay?"

"Daddy, what's happening? Why am I here? Did I do something wrong?" A tear slipped down Dick's face because of the fact that for once in his life he couldn't be with Bruce.

"No! No, Dick! You're going to be home really soon, I promise. You didn't do anything wrong!"

"I want to go home." Dick whimpered. Bruce was trying to hold back silent tears at the sound of his son so sad.

"I know. I'm gonna see you really soon, okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you, Dick. Never forget that."

"I love you too, daddy."

At that moment, Azazul takes back the phone. "See...he's fine. Now let's talk business . You will deliver 3 million dollars to the east side of Gotham docks at midnight tonight." Bruce scribbled this all down as he was saying it. "But here's the important part. If you tell the police about this call. If there are any cops on the scene at all, Richard will die."

Bruce's breath hitched in his throat and he was about to speak when Azazul continued, "And just to make sure you understand..." He waited for something to happen and was increasingly scared of what was happening on the other end.

Azazul set the phone next to Dick and grabbed his wrist. Ignoring his struggles, he restrained Dick's hand on the ground. He pulled a pocket knife out of his jacket, and turned towards Dick. He was using his free hand to try and get out of the man's grip, but it wasn't working.

"Open your hand." Azazul said with a fierce tone. Dick continued to struggle uselessly. Azazul, getting tired of being ignored, swiftly put the knife against Dick's neck. He ceased his struggles and put his head against the wall to stop the knife from cutting him. Azazul narrowed his eyes at Dick, "If you don't open your hand right now, I will do much worse things to you than simple giving your father some incentive."

Bruce, who could hear everything on the other end of the phone, was yelling into the phone for him to stop, but he was being ignored.

Dick's eyes were wide and he was trembling, but in fear of what the man would do he slowly, shakily opened his hand leaving his palm right side up. Azazul, without hesitation, seeing that he had finally complied took the knife from his neck and quickly stabbed Dick through the hand.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Dick screamed in pain as the knife went through his hand. Azazul pulled the knife out of his hand which only made him scream louder. Blood ran down his arm and onto his shirt as he pulled it into his chest, still sobbing.

Azazul took the phone in his hand and put it to his ear as he wiped the blood stained knife on Dick's pants, "I hope you get the point . I'll see you tonight," and with that he hung up.

He turned towards Dick who was still cradling his hand to his chest, "You did good. I think your daddy's gonna pay without any hesitation. But I didn't like how I had to repeat myself to you. I was going to have William bandage your wounds, but I think I'm going to leave you here to reconsider that mistake." With that he left, leaving Dick alone, bleeding, and scared in a room that seemed much less scary merely an hour ago.