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Dick awoke feeling like he had been run over by a semi-truck. His entire body ached and his head felt fuzzy even though his brain throbbed in his skull. Despite that, he forced himself to open his eyes and see what was going on.

He was a little confused but glad to see that he wasn't in that room where the drug dealers were keeping him prisoner. The sight of the Tower infirmary filled him with a sense of relief, but he didn't really like that he couldn't remember getting here. He must've been or unconscious or drugged, which was the more likely theory as that was what his captors had been doing to keep him from trying to escape. They did it so much he had completely lost any track of the time he was able to get which was annoying and unsettling.

"Dick?"

Turning his head, the police detective found Donna, sitting in a chair on his right, Dawn sitting at the foot of his bed and Hank standing near the door. Kory, Rachel, Rose/Jericho, Conner and Rose however were nowhere to be seen. Staring up at the three, he asked, "How long was I gone?"

"Almost three weeks." Donna answered, not that surprised at how alert Dick was. He had enough practice over the years.

Dick frowned at that and said, "Longer than I thought. How bad is the damage?"

"Not too bad. Rachel healed you." Dawn replied, confusing Dick a little. He understood why he would be in the infirmary even though Rachel had healed his injuries. He had no doubt that he was dehydrated and malnourished, but there was a look on Dawn's face and something in her voice. Something that said something bad had happened.

"But?" Dick prompted when his ex-girlfriend didn't continue.

"But, we found a bunch of needle marks." The platinum blonde revealed.

It took a minute for Dick to realize what she was getting at. After his captors realized he wasn't going to talk, they started drugging him. They didn't say why they did that instead of killing him since he wasn't giving them any information, but he assumed he was their leverage of something. Dick wasn't sure how many times they drugged him but it was a lot. He would wake up, they'd stick him with the needle, then let him use the bathroom and eat before the drug would take effect. He only had about 15 minutes before that happened.

"Yeah. Were you guys able to figure out what it was they used?" Dick hadn't been able to find out what the dealers were pumping into his body but based on his symptoms, he figured it was some kind of opioid.

"Dilaudid." Hank answered with an angry tone. Dick stared at him silently for a few seconds, then cursed loudly.

"Yeah. And with how many times they used it, your body's now most likely addicted to it." Dawn added, her mouth twisting into a wince.

Dick probably shouldn't have been as surprised as he was. People exposed to powerful narcotics over a period of time would most likely get addicted as their body would've gotten used to it. However, this was the first time something like this had ever happened to him. Despite all the times he was kidnapped, both as Robin and as Dick Grayson, he was never held prisoner for long, nor was he constantly drugged. Especially not with something as strong as dilaudid. And whenever he was injured, Bruce, Alfred and Leslie made sure that he wasn't taking anything too strong for too long. They had also taught him how to be careful so he wouldn't get addicted. It never crossed his mind that his kidnappers would make him become addicted themselves.

Letting his head sink into his pillow, Dick's eyes landed on the TV bag hanging above him. Gesturing to it, he asked, "That keeping the symptoms at bay?"

"Yeah." Donna confirmed before Dawn chimed back in. "Now that you're awake though, we can switch you to come oral medication that will help wean your body off gradually. You'll be back in action in no time."

"No. No drugs. I'll be fine without it." Dick told them, moving to rip the IV out of his arm. Before he could though, Donna rushed forward and slammed his limb down on the mattress.

"Dick, I get that you are probably sick of drugs but stopping cold turkey isn't easy. Nor is it any fun." She said, her voice managing to sound sympathetic and stern at the same time.

"Plus, there is a chance it could be dangerous." Hank chimed in.

"I'll be fine." Dick insisted, trying to pull his hand away from Donna's. However, her grip was too strong, so he glared at her and added, "Besides, it's faster to just stop completely."

"Yeah but withdrawal comes with a whole lot of crappy symptoms." Hank countered. He had seen people go through withdrawal and had gone through it himself. It wasn't a pleasant thing to deal with, for the person going through it or for being one of the people seeing it.

Dawn, having also seen it, made the one argument that she knew would at least get Dick to second guess his decision. "And it can also mess with a person's attitude. Do you really want to go through all that with the kids around? Even if we locked you in your room, they'd still be able to hear and would probably try to sneak in to see you. Do you really want to do that to them?"

That made the original Robin pause. He hadn't really thought about what that might be like for Rachel, Gar, Conner and Rose/Jericho and he thought it was a little low for Dawn to use them against him like that. Pretty effective though. However, before he could come up with a response or idea how to go about the whole thing, the door opened and said kids, along with Kory, walked in.

"Dick! You're awake!" Gar shouted as he rushed over to the bed. Rachel had, however, beaten him, Rose/Jericho and Conner to Dick's side and flung herself into his arms.

"I'm awake." Dick confirmed with a chuckle as he hugged Rachel back as tightly as he could. Looking over them all, he asked, "Are you guys okay?"

"We're fine idiot. You were the one kidnapped, not us." Rose answered, crossing her arms over her chest. If it wasn't for the amusement in her eye, Dick might've thought she was actually mad at him and he was starting to get really good at figuring out what she was really feeling. He was also learning when it was Rose or Jericho speaking, though usually when it was Jericho, Rose would tell them and her hands would sign the words as he spoke with her voice.

"It's good to see you up." Kory said with a smile. Dick smiled back but before he could respond, Rachel pulled away from him to let Gar take a turn in giving him a hug as she asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. You healed me, remember?" Dick reminded her with a grin as he hugged Gar back.

When the green-haired teenager moved away, Dick saw a worried look replacing the relieved one from before as he asked, "Then why are you still in the infirmary?"

"Yeah. You don't have any injuries." Conner chimed in, having used his x-ray vision to check if there was anything they might've missed. He then moved closer to Dick's side, torn between hugging him like Rachel and Gar did, and not wanting to risk hurting him if he was somehow still injured, especially given his superstrength. So he settled for holding his hand instead for a few seconds before letting go.

"Well, there's something else that had kind of happened." Dick said, not at all surprised by Conner's actions. During the last few months, Conner had shown he was very quick to copy what other people around him and seemed to enjoy physical affection, after he realized that his new found team/family wasn't going to hurt him like the man from the memories in his head did that is.

"What happened?" Jericho asked with Rose's voice, fingers signing the words as he spoke.

"Does it have to do whatever those dealers were drugging you with?" Gar inquired. He had started to put the pieces together a while ago. He was the one who had found the drugs when they rescued Dick after all and he had learned a lot about opiates, painkillers and other medical information during his time with Chief. It wasn't that hard to figure out.

Dick glanced over at the other adults in the room for a moment, then back at the teenagers. "What do you guys know about addiction and drug withdrawal?"

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Later that evening, Dick found himself in the apartment just below the penthouse. He didn't really enjoy explaining to the kids that his body had gotten addicted to dilaudid despite not wanting to take the drug but they were all understanding. What they didn't like was that Dick wanted to deal with it by going through withdrawal instead of a slower but safer way. Especially when Donna told them what withdrawal was going to be like in an attempt to get Dick to change his mind. Even though he was outnumbered, Dick refused to budge on his decision so, they came to an agreement.

The first thing decided was that Dick wouldn't stay in the penthouse while he recovered. He didn't want anyone to be with him while he went through the withdrawal, specifically Rachel, Gar, Rose/Jericho and Conner. The compromise was that he'd stay in an empty apartment on the floor right below them in case he needed help, and that Hank was stay with him. Hank had actually volunteered himself and Dick was too stunned to say no. The next compromise was that they would update the other Titans twice a day. Once in the morning, and once in the evening. Dick thought that was a bit much but if he was in their shoes, he'd probably demand the same thing.

"Okay, I got all the stuff put away." Hank said as he walked out of one of the two bedrooms and into the small living room where Dick was lying on the couch. "I was thinking of ordering pizza for supper. What kind do you want?"

"Please don't mention food." Dick requested, pressing himself further into the couch. He hadn't eaten much since he had woken up in the infirmary but his stomach was definitely not agreeing with his choice of food, which had just been a bowl of tomato soup.

"Symptoms coming on already?" Hank questioned with a quiet, slightly concerned tone as he came to sit on the coffee table in front of Dick.

"No, my stomach just isn't used to much food right now. The drug dealers didn't give me much during the last few weeks." Dick explained as he closed his eyes. It wasn't even six yet but he was already tired enough to sleep until morning.

"It would be natural for you to start feeling the withdrawal effects by now Dick. With how often they probably drugged you, your body is going to be wanting more by now." Hank informed him.

"I'm fine. Symptoms shouldn't be starting this soon anyways." Dick replied, trying not to sound defensive since he knew that Hank was just trying to help.

"Then why are you sweating?"

In Dick's defense, he hadn't realized he was. When his brain registered Hank's question though, he slowly lifted his hand to his forehead and found the older vigilante was right. He was starting to sweat and now that he thought about it, he was starting to feel really warm. Hot flash. A side effect of drug withdrawal.

Hank gave him a sympathetic look before he patted Dick's knee and said, "I'm going to order some pizza for me and get you some soda crackers. Despite whatever your stomach is telling you, you have to eat something."

As much as Dick did not want to eat anything, he didn't protest as Hank stood up and walked over to the kitchen. Instead, he glanced over at the clock. Drug withdrawals could last days, even weeks and he hadn't even gone a full day yet. But no, he wasn't changing his mind. It was suck but he could do this. He could do this.