Dick had used the zeta-tube back to Gotham and walked the rest of the way to the manor. He needed some time to figure out what to tell Bruce, but each time he thought about it, he drew up a blank. His mind kept wondering back to that night but he couldn't remember what happened. He could only really remember about half of it, so he tried starting at the beginning.

Zatanna had invited him to a party at her house so he could meet all of her friends. Being the awesome boyfriend that he was, he had agreed. She wanted to show him off and frankly he didn't mind. He was just happy that he got to be able to spend some time with her. He had arrived at her house a little later than he would have liked because Bruce had given him the whole 'What to Do and What Not to Do' lecture. When the door opened he had given Zatanna a hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek. She had introduced him to all of her girl friends and guy friends there. After the typical 'first meeting' interview, the whole "you live in Gotham," no way, isn't that place like super dangerous" questions, Dick had settled in just fine. Towards the middle of the evening, Zatanna went to talk with one of her friends and he was suck with the boys. They asked him what kind of sports he likes to play and whether or not he thought Gotham was going to beat Metropolis in tomorrow's game. Dick had answered back casually while keeping an eye on Zatanna.

She and her friend had moved to the hallway to talk, which must have meant that it was serious. Zatanna seemed to be struggling with something. Her friend then handed her a small bottle and she slipped it into her pocket. When she came back, he quietly asked her what it was. "It's just some make-up I asked her to burrow." She said. He was a little suspicious but he left it alone. Now he was starting to wish he hadn't. After a while, everyone went home but him. He stayed and they talked for an hour or two. Zatanna kept fidgeting and looking around nervously. He had asked her what was wrong but she brushed it off and asked him if he wanted something to drink. He said water was fine and she had left to go get it.

It had taken Zatanna a little longer to get it then he thought but he didn't say anything. She placed the glass in front of him and he drank it periodically. He remembered after the first few sips that everything started to get fuzzy, but after the entire thing he was barely coherent. He remembered being drag up some stairs and placed onto a bed. He remembered soft kisses and feathery touches and something being pulled over his head. He remembered hands removing his belt.

Dick froze where he stood, just outside Wayne Manor's gates. Zatanna had…oh my god. She had drugged him. He continued forward, barely registering where he was going. Soon he found himself in the foyer of the manor when Bruce and Alfred came around the corner, and they did not look happy. "Where were you last night?" Bruce asked his arms folded over his chest. Dick just stared at him with black expression.

"Do you know how worried I've been? When you didn't call I thought the worst. I trusted you with this and you just- Dick?" Bruce's rant was cut short when Dick looked at him. He finally took in his appearance. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair was a mess. His eyes were red from crying. "Dick what's wrong?"

Bruce moved in front of the boy and gently lifted his chin to meet his eyes. His blue eyes were filled with fear and pain and suddenly Bruce felt something cold settle in his chest. Tears dripped down Dick's cheeks and Bruce tried to wipe them away but more kept coming. Suddenly, the boy collapsed to his knees and heart-wrenching sobs tore from his throat. Surprised, Bruce knelt down in front of Dick and pulled him close. The boy clutched onto the front of his shirt like it was his life line. "Dick, talk to me. Tell me what happened."

"I'm sorry, Bruce. I'm so sorry." Dick cried into the soft fabric of the shirt. The scent of pine and Kevlar filled his senses and it almost immediately relaxed him. The strong arms around him made him feel safe. He just wanted to curl up in those arms like he did when he was little and forget everything. But Bruce would have none of that.

"Dick, look at me." He said raising the boy's head with a finger. "What are you sorry for?"

Dick looked down in shame. He just wished he could disappear. "Look at me, son." Dick gazed up at him. "Tell what happened."

Dick was quiet for a moment, before he opened his mouth and told him everything.

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