GREATEST THANKS TO Leradomi. She helped me a lot to fix the mistakes I had in this chapter.

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He was losing Dick.

And Luthor knew that. The way Dick kept getting scarred by being forced, then seeing his friend get killed. It's going to be hard convincing the younger one that he was doing this for the good of everyone.

He kept remembering things, unconsciously calling for Haley and his parents; saying that Tony Zucco killed them, destroying everything he had. Dick was getting a closer step to remembering with each and every day passes and Luthor knew he just HAD to think of a way to regain the boy's trust and let him believe in him again. And It worried him how harder he should work for that. Especially with the way Dick had been shying away from his touch as if he feared it; as if it repulsed him.

"Richard?"

He stared at Dick with confusion, the boy was gathering the little clothes the servant had put in the drawer back into the bag. He placed the coffee mug on the table and walked to him

"Richard? What are you doing?"

"Going back home."

Luthor smiled softly at him, "You don't like it here? I thought you wanted away from home?"

Dick stared at him for a while but didn't answer him. He tried tying and hanging the bag on his crutch and Luthor held his shoulder, "Richard?"

"Don't touch me!" Dick growled angrily and Luthor quickly let go of him "Don't you ever touch me. Your touch... it disgusts me"

"What? Richard? It's me. Lex. Your partner."

"My name is Dick," he said and turned to him "And partners don't rape each other. Nor do they kill each other's friends."

Luthor glared at him, "So now I'm the bad guy here? Have you forgotten how I saved you from these people who raped you?"

"Those People that YOU threw me at so they would rape me, so that you could save me; And then you'll be the hero. The one who is everything in my eyes," he limped to him. "You hid the fact that I was adopted by Bruce Wayne. You forbade me from asking, owned me and controlled me like a puppeteer pulling on the strings of a puppet moving it however you desired. YOU USED ME TO GET BATMAN OR TO HURT SUPERMAN!" His hold on the crutch was so tight his knuckles were turning white, "and You say you saved me? Heh… if this is saving, I don't want to know what destroying is."

Luthor stared at him silently. Is it too late? Did he remember? Is it useless to try to convince him? "I'm sorry," he started "I know I hurt you. I know I did. But, you have to understand, I was protecting you. Richard, at the beginning, it's true, I was meant to use you to get the others. But now, I swear, I do-" he stopped not knowing how to put it.

"You do what?"

"I- " he cleared his throat, "When you smiled, it made me happy. It made me forget that bad people exist. It made me remember what being young and innocent is meant to be," he ignored the way Dick glared at him. "It's… new. You made me feel something new that I've never felt….. love."

"You too Luthor. You made me feel something I never felt in my life. It's worthlessness. I felt worthless and scared all of the time. I was seeking your satisfaction, because if I wasn't to agree and submit to your force, I'd have to get back to being forced by many people. Because if I once said no, I'd go back to that torture. Because If I denied you what's my right to deny? If I did what's my right to do, I'll lose everything. I kept following you, obeying you until it reached to this. The bad people that you forgot that they exist… you are one of them, Luthor."

"Where do you think you're going now then?"

"Home… with Bruce Wayne."

"I own you, Richard Grayson. You and everything you own."

"Yes. It was always like this. You, always proving that I'm nothing, ignoring my cries and my desperation, and never did I ask you why," he sighed and untangled the bag from his crutch throwing it at Luthor "Take your things. You're right. You do own these."

"Even the ones you are wearing now." Luthor growled and Dick stared at him shocked.

"What?"

"The clothes you are wearing. If you want to leave, take them out, all of them. Then get out of here naked."

"You're not serious, are you?"

"I own everything. I own this house, I own these clothes, I own the whole country. Therefore, I own you."

"You're mad."

Luthor smirked and locked the door, then walked to the window locking it, then walked to Dick, making him limp away until he was cornered at the side of the room, "Yes, I am mad," he grabbed the front of Dick's shirt, "And if you don't submit, so help me, I'll send you back to prison. I'll make you submit to me if I had to, and make them take away your memory again."

"LET GO OF M-" he let go of the crutch, trying to push him away, which ended with him on the floor and Luthor on top of him. Feeling himself starting to panic, he cried as loud as he could "HELP! SUPERMAN, PLE-mmmphh"

"No! No," Luthor whispered to him growling, "No calling for Superman. No calling for help," his right hand started ripping the clothes Dick was wearing, the left still covering his mouth pressing harder when he felt the other try to push him with one hand. Suddenly, the window was broken and he was on the ground.

"A black spot in the white clear file, Mr. President?"

Dick moaned in pain as he tried to curl and hide his naked body from the eyes of both Luthor and the masked man, who kept walking toward Luthor with his gun, "No," he called for him, "Don't kill him… please."

Deathstroke looked at him, "Even after all he has done?"

"I can't… I can't live with myself knowing that someone died for me… not another one. Luke was more than enough," he looked at Luthor with hatred, "Even though you deserve death."

Deathstroke smirked behind his mask and returned his gun back away "How pathetic! He's defending you." he walked toward Dick ignoring Luthor who kept ordering him to back away and keep his hands to himself.

"Wha-?" Dick gasped trying to crawl away from Death Stroke (I think this is clearer)

"Get away from him," Luthor growled as Deathstroke carried Dick over his shoulder displaying his behind carelessly.

"Hold on."

He jumped out of the window leaving Luthor alone to shout, "GET BACK YOU FREAK!"

Clark stared at Bruce with grim expressions as the other kept on typing on the computer looking up the map of the white house: rooms, corridors, kitchens, and even toilets, and if there were any rooms for the servants. Looking for any information about the place might help in finding Dick.

Bruce hadn't spoken to him since he had told him about Dick being alive; he had asked him to just leave it be and let him handle things his own way.

Bruce can do it. He had no doubts. But, wouldn't it be faster if they worked together to find him?

"HELP!"

He stood when he heard a faint sound crying for help, "Was that Dick?" he whispered to himself, and his doubts were confirmed when he heard it again, this time his with name.

"SUPERMAN PLE-" Before he was able to rip off his clothes and fly to save his friend, Batman was already at his side.

"Take me with you."

"It could be a trap," he but doubted it. Though Dick didn't finish his plea for help. It was as if someone stopped him, as if something had happened.

"I don't care. Just hurry."

It was a rare moment, Batman out in the sun, carried by Superman, who was flying faster than the flash himself, no more than mere seconds and they were on the roof of the white house and Superman put Batman down and started using his superhuman vision to see the inside of the house.

"Both aren't here," he said worried.

"What do you mean both aren't here?"

"Luthor and Dick; both aren't here."

Batman wasted no time standing there. He ran inside and started searching. He headed immediately to Luthor's room and entered, his heart palpitating when he saw a brush on the bedside table. He took some of the hair stuck in it "It's black. Probably it's Dick's" I'm sure it's Dick's.

Walking around the room and searching the drawers and wardrobes, he frowned, "These are Dick's size," he said and he heard Superman whisper his name, "What?" he turned to him and his eyes narrowed when he saw Clark holding a paper with a picture of Dick and his parents.

Bruce growled "He lived with him in the same room," in the same bed. Sharing the same bathroom.

There was no words that could describe the anger and sorrow inside Bruce. Anger toward Luthor and himself. Luthor, for allowing himself to use Dick, to get a hold of him, and make him suffer and lose his memory. At himself for not getting here sooner, for not thinking that Dick could be here, where Luthor lives. And Sorrow for Dick, who had to suffer so much, without anyone to help him.

"Where could they be now?" he wondered loudly and Clark shook his head.

"I… would you like me to search around?"

"I'll contact the Batmobile. Searching blindly will waste time. Come with me," he said, his fist tightening around the bit of hair that belonged to Dick.

"Cover yourself," Deathstroke threw a white cover at him, and Dick didn't waste any time wrapping the fabric around himself and staring at Deathstroke with a blush.

"How did you know?"

"Pennyworth contacted Wintergreen," he said sitting in front of his computer, flipping the pocket knife between his fingers.

"D-does Batman know?"

"He's coming to get you."

"H-he can find me here?" he asked confused. There had been many times where they tried to get Deathstroke, but the man's hiding place were never found.

"He can, because I want you to be found."

Dick looked down, his clutch on the cover tightening, "Why are you helping me?"

"Why not?"

Dick looked at him, "Because you don't do things for free. There must be something that benefits you in the end."

Deathstroke stared at him, the mask hiding the smirk on his face, "Because, future apprentice, I enjoy our cat and mouse game."

Dick exhaled and looked down, pulling his legs tighter toward his chest, and closed his eyes shut when he heard the other say, "Daddy bats is here," he shook his head anticipating, fearing the moment that Bruce will talk to him.

The door opened and he bit his lower lip, not daring to look at the new comer, but he could very clearly smell the Kevlar and lead as the large man came closer.

"Look at me, Dick."

Even through the lenses of the mask, he could see Bruce's eyes staring into his own, as if they were seeing through them into his very soul. The bat went down to his eye level and asked calmly, "Do you remember?"

He looked down at his feet and nodded hesitantly.

"So it's true that you lost your memory."

He nodded again and mumbled, "Sorry."

"There's no reason to apologize," his tone held nothing. Not anger, nor care, just nothing. He just wanted to know if Bruce was angry with him, "Get up," he didn't look up at Bruce, he just stood and obeyed, even with the pain of his broken leg, "Thank you. I will repay you somehow," Dick looked up confused, and found that the last sentence was directed at Deathstroke. But the Bat still turned to him, "Let's go," they both walked to the car with Batman aiding Dick to walk to the car.

On their way home, Batman turned into the connection and Dick couldn't help but smile softly when he saw Alfred's picture on the screen.

"Prepare Dick's room. He's back."

"Oh thank goodness. Is he ok?"

There was silence and Dick cleared his throat before he spoke, "I'm fine Alfie. Don't worry."

"Welcome back Master Dick. Both Master Tim and Master Damian will be thrilled to have you back."

He closed his eyes softly, dreading the moment that he would have to see them. He then looked at Bruce, "How much do you know?"

"Only I, or Tim and Damian too?"

Dick swallowed, "All of you."

"I know you lived with Luthor in the same room, and shared his bed," he said and Dick curled into himself looking down, "I also know that you lost your memory and intended to hurt me and Superman," there was a little silence before he finished, "Damian and Tim know that you were tortured and raped in prison."

His hands on the fabric covering him tightened in shock and shame. Tim and Damian knew. Bruce knew. Everybody knew. He swallowed his tears and kept his head low. He had failed them. He had disappointed them. He brought shame into the family.

The car stopped moving and he realized that he was inside the cave already, with Alfred opening the door and looking at him, "Master Dick?" he asked worried, and Dick looked at him. Apparently, fear and worry were clear in his face as Alfred helped him out of the car with a soft smile, "I prepared a bath for you, as well as some clothes and a warm dinner."

"Rest now. Talk later," Batman ordered and he just nodded, still looking down. Alfred glared at Bruce for a second before he assisted Dick up to his room. He didn't miss the faint low whisper as the younger one just mumbled,

"I am sorry."