"What do you want Deathstroke?" Batman all but growled at the man. The man on the screen chuckled again, amused at the Bats anger. Dick shifted slightly off to the side, head down and fist clinched tightly.
"Oh nothing much, only a little thing really. However, before I tell you what I want, I believe Richard has something to say to your little family. Isn't that right, Richard?" Deathstroke turned to face the boy, hands clamped behind him. He walked next to the boy and put a firm hand on his shoulder. Dick flinched at the touch, barely noticeable unless seen by a trained eye. He looked at the camera then back to Deathstroke then back to the camera.
"I-I don't want you to l-look for me a-anymore. I-I like it here." He stuttered out. Deathstroke smirked slightly behind his mask; everything was going accordingly to plan. On the other side of the video, the bat-family was shocked. Was this really their little bird saying that or was Deathstroke forcing him to say it? The latter sounded more likely. Every member of the Bats glared at the man forcing their little bird through this. They felt so much anger towards this man.
"See Batman, he doesn't want you around anymore. He wants to stay here and be my apprentice. Isn't that right, apprentice?" Deathstroke spoke again.
"Yes." Dick sounded like he would want to be anywhere but there. Deathstroke came forward again and addressed the bat-family again.
"I would suggest that you stop looking for us, for you won't find us. I will always be one-step ahead of you Batman. Your little bird is now mine and you will never get him back. Don't test my patience with you, for it will cost you dearly." The screen went black.
The cave was silent for the longest of times. "Now what do we do?" asked Jason. Batman, no Bruce, pulled down his cowl and wiped his hand over his face. He leaned against the computer, utterly exhausted.
"I don't know. I just don't know." He replied silently. Tim come up behind him and started typing at what could only be described as inhuman speed. The video came back up as the others began to notice what he was doing.
"What are you doing Tim?" asked Damian.
"I thought I saw something while Deathstroke was talking. Something that might help us find Dick." They all watched as Tim fast-forward the video to a certain spot. He pause it then went frame by frame. He pointed to something in the left corner of the screen. "There, in the corner, Slade left us more information than he meant to." Tim zoomed in on the dark spot. All it resulted in was a bunch of squiggly lines.
"That's just great Drake. You found a bunch of squiggly lines. So glad that can help us find Dick." Jason said sarcastically.
"No just watch." He said as he mirrored the frame and cleared the picture. Now perfectly clear was bold letters reading: WH13.
I am sooo sorry for the late update. I've been so busy with school work and other things that I haven't had time to update of late. I'll try to get the next chapter in soon. Until then REVIEW!
