Hey guys! Hope you enjoy this new story! HOWEVER, before you read, please read the following:

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Young Justice, but Young Justice owns me. :p

WARNINGS: mention of rape, mention/possible description of sex, suicidal thoughts/attempts.

You have been warned, and if you take me to court, because something in this story triggered something for you, I will calmly refer back to the AN. Just letting you know.

ANYWAY, onto the story.


Chapter 12

"This is all your fault, I hope you know that," Jason muttered, as he, Tim, Roy, and the rest of the League were dragged down to the cells underneath the meeting area of the League of Assassins. Tim rolled his eyes, as they were thrown into a cell, and stripped of their weapons.

"Well how else were we going to find Dick?" Tim countered, once their guard was gone. Jason narrowed his eyes, but before he could strangle the boy, Roy stepped in between them.

"How about we change the target of our anger?" he suggested. He immediately regretted his words, when he saw the dark, inhuman grin that spread across Jason's face.

"Yeah," Jason said slowly. "You and I never had our talk, did we?"

"And you can have your talk later, but for right now, we need to focus on the task at hand." Bruce cut in.

Jason growled under his breath, before stalking over to a corner of the cell, and dropping himself onto the floor. Bruce glared at the outcast of the family, before turning to the rest of the League.

"So once we do find Dick," Wally said, when no one spoke up. "How are we getting him away from Slade?"

Bruce sighed. "It's going to be hard. I highly doubt he'll let Dick out of his sight for more than a few seconds."

"Then there's the problem that Dick won't willingly leave Slade," Tim added. The League nodded in agreement, before J'onn spoke up.

"That may not be a problem."

Everyone shared a confused glance, and so J'onn explained. "I can sense Dick's mind from here, and from what I can tell…"

"What?" Tim asked nervously. J'onn sighed.

"He's been forced into a coma, though I can't tell why. But I'll bet if we can get him away from Psimon's telepathic range, he might wake up."

"But first we have to get him away from Slade," Connor said, moving slightly closer to Tim. A few hours after Connor had spontaneously kissed Tim, he'd approached the boy again, and confessed his feelings for him. He was pleasantly surprised when Tim said he felt the exact same feelings but had been wanting to talk to Dick about it first before he actually said anything to Connor.

The two had formed a very close bond after that.

"So there's a chance we can save him?" Tim asked hopefully, grabbing Connor's hand tightly. J'onn nodded, but Jason cut in before the martian could say anything.

"First we have to get him away from Slade. I'll bet you anything that Wilson is going to bring Dick everywhere with him, despite the fact that Grayson's in a coma."

"Not everywhere," a voice from the door of their cell spoke up. They all jumped, and turned to find Slade standing there, arms crossed over his chest. Tim narrowed his eyes.

"Where's my brother?" he growled. Slade laughed menacingly, and Connor subtly stepped in front of Tim.

"Psimon's babysitting him at the moment," he answered cryptically. "Just until I return."

"What are you getting out of this?" Bruce asked suddenly. "What's Dick giving you?"

"Pleasure," Slade answered. Jason laughed loudly.

"God, I wish I could shoot you," he said, a dark glint in his eyes. Slade raised an eyebrow.

"Well, as I recall, you tried, and hit your brother."

Jason narrowed his eyes, but Superman's firm hand on his shoulder prevented him from moving forward.

"There's always something else," Bruce said. "You're getting something else from him.

"I was," Slade corrected. "Information. He told me everything about you. At least, everything he knew."

"I know where Dick is," J'onn whispered to Wally, who nodded. "If I tell you, do you think you can vibrate your molecules out?"

Wally hesitated before shaking his head. "No, but uncle Barry could."

J'onn nodded, and quietly made his way over to the flash, whispering the same information he'd told Wally, only Barry nodded when asked about his molecules.

"Where is he?" he asked softly.

"Third floor, fifth door on the right. Bedroom."

"How are the rest of you going to get out?"

"Find the Bats belt, and Robin's, and bring them here, after you get Dick."

Flash nodded in agreement. "It's done."

Before anyone could say or do anything, Flash was gone, and Slade didn't even notice.

Or so they thought.


"Flash," Psimon said calmly, stepping away from the bed where a comatose Dick lay, as the fastest man alive entered the bedroom. "I assume you're here for the boy?"

Flash rolled his eyes. "No, I'm here to take you out for dinner. What do you think?"

"Slade won't let you," Psimon said. Flash snorted.

"And yet…" he looked around, but it was all for show. "I don't see Flash."

Psimon's lips twitched up in a smile. "But I do."

"What are you-"

"Psimon says, let me in your mind."


"What's taking Barry so long?" Tim asked nervously, pacing the cell for the fifth time. When he walked past Connor, the clone grabbed his shoulders, and forced him to still.

"I'm sure he's fine."

"Oh...he's really not."

All their attention was torn to the cell door once again where they found Psimon, standing next to Slade, who held Dick bridal style in his arms.

"Dick," Tim breathed. Slade laughed, looking down at Dick, and kissing him lightly.

"I suppose I just can't leave you alone, can I?" he asked the comatose boy. Dick didn't react, as expected.

"Let him go, Slade," Bruce said darkly. "He's of no use to you anymore."

"How do you know?" Slade taunted. "Maybe I really have fallen in love with him."

"You wouldn't know love if it stabbed you between the eyes!" Jason shouted. Slade chuckled.

"Ah, Jason Todd," he praised. "Ever the polite speaker."

Jason narrowed his eyes, and snarled loudly. Slade simply laughed.

"Well, if you want your brother, why don't you come get him?" he waited a beat, before going on. "Oh that's right. You can't."

Slade laughed darkly, holding Dick a little tighter to his chest, as he and Psimon turned, and left the room. After a few seconds, once he was sure they were gone, Jason spoke in a dark, menacing tone.

"I swear to God I'll rip that man limb from limb if it's the last thing I do."

No one objected.

I hope you guys are enjoying this story! I know the chapters are short, but the shorter the chapters, the more frequent the update like I said earlier. Either way, please review, and let me know what you think.

ALSO THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT: I need ideas on how the League should rescue Dick. If you have any ideas, please please please leave it in the review, or PM it to me. AND let me know if you want to be credited with the idea!

THANKS