The next four days followed a similar pattern, injections, talking with Dr. Grove, ECT, more injections, and listening to the recording over and over and over….

Dick loathed the therapy sessions and the ECT, after each treatment Dick grew more angry and confused. After his first session Dick learnt to say as little as possible, he didn't want to give Dr. Grove the satisfaction of getting under his skin.

Dick would just sit quietly in his chair looking at his bare feet, only nodding when it was necessary of him. During these "talks" Dr. Grove would make comments about how ridiculous Dick's world was, mocking him.

"Come on Richard, there is no way a butler would put up with that much crap!"

"Why would Damian's mother leave him with you once Bruce was gone, and why would Damian even chose to stay? You are no value to him!"

"I must say, putting the commissioners daughter as batgirl, that is hysterical."

"If I were Timothy I would be pretty pissed at you for not picking me as Robin."

"Seriously? Jason came back from the grave? Don't even get me started"

"Richard, Bruce Wayne would not adopt some gypsy circus trash."

Dick tired to ignore the man, but it was getting to him. He doubted himself, and the ECT did none to clear his thoughts. The shocks scrambled his mind; he couldn't think clearly or focus on the world around him. For the first few hours after the shocks Dick was a vegetable, over time his mind would clear but was left a little bit more damaged than before.

Being a vegetable is preferable; because once the fog cleared Dick was forced to listen to the tape all night long. In comparison it made the ECT feel like a stroll in the park. In the middle of third night Dick bruised his entire left side from trying to knock down the door by ramming his confined body into the door continuously. Nurse Darrow and Owen stormed in forcing sedatives into Dick in order for him to calm down. Dick was starting to enjoy his daily medication; it gave him a comforting and numbing sensation, an escape. On the fourth night Dick tired again to get their attention in order to get another dosage to escape from the playing tape, but his plan backfired and instead it resulted in being strapped down into the bed, fully aware and immobile for the night, it was horrible.

This morning started off like any other, with his morning medication but instead going into the hidden hallway they lead him to the common room, sitting him down at one of the tables, leaving Dick alone with his thoughts. The more time he spent in this place the more he questioned his mind, but he still held on to hope, his heart wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Earth to Richard," Steve was sitting in front of Dick waving his hand in front of his face.

"Oh…Hey Steve," Dick didn't notice that Steve had joined him at the table.

"I like your new look," Steve gestured to the dirty straight jacket that was wrapped tight around Dick.

"Yea, that's what happens when you fight back."

Steve gave Dick a small smile, "That's what I like to hear." Steve shifted in his chair leaning in closer to Dick, "Haven't seen you in awhile, where have you been?"

Dick didn't really want to share his experience, but the lack of decent human interaction was taking a toll on him. He needed interaction to function, and this was as close as Dick was going to get so he took it.

"They… um, started my treatment"

A look of pity washed over Steve's face, "I'm so sorry Richard,….What did they do to you?"

"ECT, among other things…"

"Shit man, I'm sorry." Steve shifted closer, but still made no physical contact with Dick, I really need a hug, or just a pat on the back would be nice. I miss them…

"Are they getting to you?"

"No, … maybe," Dick suddenly found his feet very interesting.

"Hey, don't feel bad about it Richard it's hard to fight them, we are all losing the same battle."

Dick's head shot up, "They have you on ECT too?"

"No, they hook me up to some meds that make me feel…. sick, and then they show me films and images of fire. Trying to train my body to feel like shit if I even see or think about fire." A shiver ran down Steve's spine, making his whole body shake.

"Is it working?"

"Yea, yea it is," Steve lowered his gaze from Dick's, ashamed of his failing battle. "They want to try real fire within the next month."

"What about Chip, what kind of treatment does he get?"

Steve shrugged, "Don't know, he doesn't like to talk about it, and since he has anger issues I don't want to pry." Steve turned his head, looking around the room, "Speaking of which have you seen Chip?"

"No, I've been in isolation for my treatment, haven't seen any of the others." Steve's face instantly showed worry for his friend. "I'm sure he is fine."

"I hope so, its hard to make friends in a place like this, I don't want to loose another one," the last bit was hardly above a whisper that Dick almost missed it.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"When we met you, so that was …five?.. days ago. Fuck I don't know it's so hard to keep track of time –" The pair was interrupted by Owen and Clive.

"B587 it's time for your bath," pulling Dick out of his chair.

Dick stood completely naked in front of Clive and Owen, mostly relived to be free from the straight jacket, the two men we quietly conversing over by the tub that they were filling. Dick looked around the small bathroom awkwardly as it filled with steam. It followed the common theme as the rest of the hospital, white. There were two white tubs on each side of the wall, each equipped with a long hose. There were no mirrors, again noting to use as weapon, a long bench along the wall by the door, Dick looked down and noted that it was bolted to the floor. Dick cringed when he saw the condition of the tiled floor, its was covered with grime, and in the corners of the room there was mold. Hair collected around the base of the tubs and in the drain in the middle of the room, nasty.

Owen stood, walking towards Dick rolling up his sleeves, with Clive following closely behind. The men stopped in front of Dick, the corners of their lips pulling up, Dick stomach dropped.

"Are you ready Clive?"

"I've been ready for 7 years," with that Clive's fist made impact with Dick's chin, sending him flying backwards on to the damp floor. Without a moments hesitation Owen joined Clive in kicking every inch of Dick's exposed body.

Dick jabbed back at the men, succeeding in nailing Owen in the stomach. He scrambled to his feet and ran to the door, but even before he got there he knew the door was locked. A strong hand grabbed his hair and slammed his face into the door repeatedly. The hand spun Dick around; at this point Dick nose was broken, with blood from a cut on his forehead flowed into his swelling eye. His left leg hurt to put weight on, his back and rib cage pulsed with pain. Dick spat out a pool of blood that formed in it mouth, he could feel his tongue growing from biting down on it.

"You little shit!" Owen shifted his hands so they wrapped around Dicks throat. "Do you know who we are?"

Dick struggled for air but managed to choke out a small, "No."

Apparently they didn't like that answer cause with a quick thrust Clive's foot met Dick's groin. Dick bit down on his tongue harder to suppress a scream.

"We are the nephews of Tony Zucco, the man you brutally murdered. Ring a bell?" Dick's eyes grew in shock, shit!

"So twice a week for the rest of your pathetic life, you get to spend some quality time with us," Owen grin grew larger. Tossing Dick towards the tubs.

Before Dick to stand the men grabbed both of his legs and dragged Dick towards the tub leaving a trail of blood on the white tile.

"It's pay back time." Owen held Dick's arms behind his back and Clive gripped Dick's hair and shoved his head under the water. The water was scolding hot, burning his skin. Dick struggled against the men holding him under. Dick fought back but his body couldn't hold the breath any longer and made a desperate attempt to breath in air but instead the burning water rusted into his lungs. Unconscious's started to take over, but abruptly he was pulled out of the water. Dick coughed up water and took in the sweet air he craved. After a short recovery Dick was forced back under the water, with the same results.

For the fifth time Dicks was pulled back to the surface. "What do you think Owen, is he clean yet?"

"I think one more extra rinse would do the trick," as the two laughed Dick was forced under for the final time.

Dick lost all will to fight against them, and just tried his best to hold his breath. The hot water had cooled down significantly and no longer irrigated his skin. His air supply started to run low, his body made its last effort to escape the death grip. Water rushed into his mouth, I'm so tired, Dick slipped into unconsciousness and was unaware of being pulled out of the water.

The men sprayed down Dick of any leftover blood, dried and dressing him into his hospital clothes and straightjacket, caring him back to his room. Before the duo left they left a small bowl of oatmeal and a plastic cup of water with a straw on the floor. Clive gave Dick a strong dosage of medicine and told the camera to play the tape. Leaving Dick alone to be tortured with the words of Dr. Grove. "My name is Richard Grayson I killed 9 men, and I went insane. I created a family in my head, Bruce Wayne isn't my adoptive father, Jason isn't real, Timothy isn't real, Damian isn't real, none of it is real. My name is Richard Grayson I killed 9 men, and I went insane. I created a family…"