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Bruce Wayne hated hospitals. He always had. Ever since he'd been to one after his parents died, he couldn't bring himself to go into them. There was a saying that hospitals saw the truest tears and the fondest goodbyes, and he believed that to be true. Now, as he entered the Gotham City Mental Institution, he felt a chill run up his spine. What would he find today? The doctors had notified him that Dick hadn't been eating or sleeping, so he was going to try and get Dick to eat. He walked through the front door and went straight to his son's room. What he saw when entering rocked him to his core.
Dick was restrained to his bed, rocking forward and back, looking up at the wall with glazed eyes. Drool leaked from the left corner of his mouth, and several nurses were trying to get him to sight made Bruce's heart tear in two, and he walked over to his son, kneeling down.
"Dickie." He crooned softly. The boy looked over at him dazedly. Recognition flashed through his eyes, and he smiled and leaned his head on his father's chest.
"Daddy." He said. The word sounded like it was coming from a three year old toddler rather than a sixteen year old young man. Bruce ran his hands through his son's hair.
"I'm here, Son." He said quietly. "Will you eat something for Daddy?" He asked, trying to soothe the child.
"Why?" Asked Dick, confused.
"I want you to be healthy, Dickie." He stated, looking his son in the eyes. Dick nodded. When a nurse tried to feed him, he turned his head away.
"I want Daddy to do it." He said quietly. The nurses shrugged and handed the mush to Bruce, who was smiling inside. Even crazed, his son was distrustful of the right people. Bruce began feeding his son, feeling as if his son were a year old.
As Bruce finished feeding Dick, the titans were making their way through the building, tracking their leader by his communicator signal. They finally made their way to the room, and saw their leader, unmasked, being freed from his restraints. They wanted to wait until he was alone to free him.
Dick was freed, and the first thing he did, was hug his father. It was a familiar, comforting thing that made him feel at home. Bruce held his son in a tight embrace. Dick was a fighter. His son would be okay. Suddenly, Bruce's watch beeped. He had a meeting to get to. He sent a silent look to the nurses, who put hands on Dick's shoulders. One held a syringe in her hand, filled with a sedative.
"Daddy has to go now, Dickie." Said Bruce with a heavy heart. Dick felt terror shoot through him. He clung to his father.
"Please don't go." he begged. Bruce bent down and hugged his son.
"I have to." He said in a voice heavy with regret. He started out the door, and Dick started to struggle and cry."He's abandoning you!" screamed the voice in his head.
No.
No.
NO!
He backflipped between the two nurses and landed on his feet. He snatched the syringe from the nurse and backed up into the wall. He tore the cover off of the needle with his teeth and did something that would shock everyone.
He held the syringe a half an inch from his heart.