Sorry it took so long. I was working on my school's yearbook.
North America
Dick's P.O.V.
Pain was the first thing his head registered. Then came chilling cold. Dick didn't remember what exactly had happened. He just knew he was really screwed. He opened his eyes and quickly regretted it. Even thought everything around him was pitch black, that was still too much light for his eyes.
He vaguely remembered Bette for some reason. He tried to stand but quickly fell. He finally found the spot where the pain was emanating. His right side, under his ribcage. Dick slouched against what he was assuming a wall. He lifted up his shirt and blindly felt the wound. It was small, but it was bleeding profusely. He inserted a finger in the bullet hole. It was a clean shot. He examined the angle and knew the bullet had somehow exited. Dick brought his palm up to his stomach and sure enough, there was another bullet hole just above below his belly button.
Dick knew that the bullet hadn't hit anything vital, but that didn't stop the blood flow. He ripped his jacket into long strips and tied it around his mind section, covering the wounds. He took a deep breath and quickly tightened and knotted the homemade gauze. It helped the blood flow stop, but he knew he wouldn't make it out of here alive, especially in these conditions.
"You better come get me Babs," Dick muttered.
He waited there for what seemed like hours. His bleeding had subsided but he was still in pain. He remained the rest of the day or night curled up in a ball.
Light finally seeped from a small window. Dick opened his eyes. So first he figured it must be day. He inspected his surroundings. It was rectangular room with black ascents on the walls. But a particular wall was darker than most, it looked like glass. Dick hauled himself up and walked up to the glass.
Dick felt something churn deep in his stomach and he turned just in time for a fist to connect to his ribs. Dick doubled over coughed up to much blood.
"This one has spirit," someone said as Dick got up. But the sudden movement was too much for Dick as he felt his eyelids drop and he felt the floor connect with his chin. Possibly breaking it.
"Not much spirit," rumbled a deeper voice, "although, you must keep him alive. He is the bait after all."
That was the last thing Dick heard before passing out.
Bludhaven
UNKNOWN P.O.V.
He was perched up, just like they had taught him. He was also worried. He kept looking for his brother, but he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. That is until he intercepted a call.
He summersaulted of the roof and landed with a thud on the next roof. He did so until he was above his motorcycle.
"Gotham, here I come."
Gotham City
Wayne Manor
Barbara's P.O.V.
Barbara was worried. She had looked everywhere for Dick but had found nothing. She had even gone to his apartment in Bludhaven and only to have an awkward conversation with Bette. Tim wasn't doing any better. He kept blaming himself for Dick's disappearance. Alfred was a little more composed but Barbara could tell Alfred was ready to go out and look for Dick. Bruce was somewhere with JL.
To calm her nerves she decided to go down to the Batcave and try her luck with the bat-computer again. She spent almost two hours researching and going over possible threats. She pulled up Deathstroke's file. But found nothing of interest. Apparently, Deathstroke was currently located somewhere in South America.
"What would he be doing down there," Barbara took a sip of her coffee.
"You should really go to sleep Ms. Gordon. I have taken the liberty of telling your father you will be spending the night at the manor," Alfred piped behind her.
"Thanks Alfred. I'll be up there shortly. Don't worry," Barbara said.
"Ms. Gordon with all do respect, we will find Master Dick. He has gotten out of worse situations, I'm sure he is one his way right now," Alfred made his way to the elevator, "now, please get some sleep. Good night Ms. Gordon."
Barbara made her way to the elevator but got a very uneasy feeling. Like someone was watching her. She nonchalantly did a 360 but spotted nothing out of the ordinary. She put a side the felling for nervousness
Barbara wound up in Dick's room and fell asleep on his bed.
Batcave
Unknown P.O.V.
He breathed, that had been to close for his comfort. He remembers her being good, but not that good.
"Guess Bruce and Grayson taught her well," he silently said. He made his way to the bat computer and plugged in a small hard drive. He bypassed security and the firewalls very easily.
He pulled up a file on Deathstroke and saw that he was in South America. He pulled the file on the reach and Vandal. He noted the death of Wally and The Light's betrayal on the Reach. He than pulled up a file on Darkseid.
There wasn't much on this file, but if his lead was correct, Dick was in grave danger.
Suddenly the lights turned on and he found himself bound to the chair. He turned around and smiled.
"Out of all the bats, you catch me," he laughed, "I'm getting old."
"You, what are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here," Alfred furrowed his eyebrows.
"Calm down Alfred. I'm not here to kill. I'm here to look for Dick. I think I have a lead too," he said.
"Well I must tell Master Bruce this," Alfred made his way to the elevator.
"No!" he yelled, "I need to do this. You have to tell Bruce to go to South America. Search in the Amazon. Also tell him to bring everybody. The JL, the JSA, the team, and every hero too. Alfred, this is our last stand.
"Who are we standing up to?" asked Alfred.
"Darkseid."
"Very well. I will let you go," Alfred untied the man bound to the chair, "now go. For Master Dick is in danger.
Two Days Later
South America
Dick's P.O.V.
Dick awoke with another horrible headache. He was currently reading a book, while being monitored by Deathstroke.
"You know Deathstroke, you should let me out. I don't like being imprisoned," Dick smirked, "I'm also hungry."
"Fine, your meal will be there shortly," Deathstroke said.
A few minutes passed and Dick grew inpatient. His meal wasn't there yet. He was also starting to doubt his plan. He heard the door unlocked and he got ready to strike. The door opened and he jumped. But to his surprise there on the doorway was a teenage girl.
She took a step back to avoid Dick's charge. She sidestepped and tripped him. Then pulled him back inside. Once Dick was over his embarrassment, he looked up at the girl. She had platinum white hair and blue eyes; Her body was slender but well muscled. She looked like an assassin.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
"I wouldn't think so, but you know my father," she handed him a plate full of food.
"Who is your father?" he asked in between bites.
"Deathstroke," Dick almost chocked.
"Deathstroke is your dad. Whoa, I did not see that coming."
"Apparently neither did he. He didn't want a child. So I'm just someone who he doesn't pay attention to," she got up and left Dick with his thoughts.
South America
Unknown P.O.V.
He had just infiltrated a small facility that was deep in the jungles of the Amazon. He had gotten cocky and thought he would get caught. But he did, just not in the way he had imagined.
There he was, backed up against a wall with a girl holding a sword up to his chin.
"Umm. Could you please let me go? I have some business to attend to," he asked.
"Not until you answer my question. Who are you?" she dug the point of her blade to make her point.
"I am you father's friend," he moved his hand towards his pocket but she was faster. She kicked his face and threw him towards the window.
"You, know. Lying to a girl is very bad thing to," she sneered.
"Ok. Ok you got me, I'm here to break out your prisoner," he said as he brushed dust of his jacket.
He walked up to her and looked her in the eye, "and I know you want to help."
"You know nothing."
"I've been monitoring this facility for awhile now. I know you want to get him out because you think he will give you a better life that your father did. Isn't that right, Rose."
"Yeah I will admit it. Here I'll lead you to him," she started walking when a food met her cheek.
"I am very disappointed in you Rose. Helping out the enemy is punishable by death. So you better chose wisely right now," Deathstroke said.
"Hitting a lady, now, now Slade. That isn't you," he said.
"Shut up, this is a family matter you stay out of this," Deathstroke responded.
"I don't think so," he lunged.
South America
Monday
Dick's P.O.V.
His head was killing him. Literally. They had set a small headband on his forehead, and it would shock him every time he wouldn't cooperate. And being himself, well you would know it wasn't going to well.
He had tried every means of escape, violent thrashing, loud mouth, insults, and seducing. Which almost worked since his guard was a good-looking lady, but before she could do anything, Vandal walked in.
So now here he was being told he was going to be sacrifice and that he would open a big portal. Dick was scared, he didn't want to die by helping the wrong side.
"So do you understand what we require from you?" Vandal asked.
Dick looked up and smiled, "Don't you need a virgin or something for sacrifices? 'Cause if you do, this ship sailed and docked a long time ago."
"No worries, we don't require anything but a good heart. As long as you have not killed anybody, willingly. So anything that might be in your conscious, like that red-headed upstart, will not count," Vandal responded.
"So what do you need this portal for?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you," Vandal got off his chair and left.
Dick sat there handcuffed. He was thankful they had healed his fatal injuries. He scanned his holding jail. It was a small room, like a school bathroom, and had one door and one window. The window was twenty feet up the wall so he couldn't reach it that easily.
Countless hours passed until he heard various shouting and gunfire. He sat up and was ready to leave when the door opened and Deathstroke flew in and standing in the wake was the last person he expected.
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