Dick was back on track with his treatment the following day. When Dick met with Dr. Grove after the attack in the bathroom he expected him to at least make a comment, but nothing was said on the matter. Dick's tired to bring attention to his various injuries Dr. Grove just raised a questioning brow and asked,

" What injuries Richard? You look perfectly fine to me."

Dick's jaw dropped, was this man blind? Dick tired to motion to his battered face and body, but is reminded of his special jacket that keeps his arms tightly wrapped around him, limiting his movement.

"You're not serious are you?"

"I only see slight bruising on your left side, due to your panic attack in your room a few nights ago," the older man stood from his desk and walked towards Dick. "What should I be seeing Richard?"

"My ENTIRE face and then some!" Dicks face was littered with bruises and he couldn't see out of his left eye. Bruises in the shape of hands imprinted his neck. Obvious bruising littered his body, it was even noticeable threw his thin blue shrubs.

"And you think that my men did this to you?"

"I don't think, I know they did," glaring at the man walking around him.

"I ensure you Richard that my men are professionals, they would do no such thing."

"If it's not real then why does everything hurt?" Dick was losing control of the situation once again.

"You feel pain?" Dick nodded in shame. "Interesting, it seems that your mind is reverting back to its old ways," the medical man quickly returned to his desk, writing down some notes. "We must make greater strides to your recovery or else your mind might slip back into your fantasy."

"Since you feel like you are in pain Richard I will allow you to have some extra medication in order to make you more comfortable." With that Dr. Grove returned to Dick's side and injected the medication in to Dick's exposed neck before sitting down at his desk. "We really must move forward Richard in order to make some progress."

The medication quickly took effect quickly, warmth washed over Dick, leaving him feel loose and wandering. These were something different then his unusual dosages, it still provided a comforting feeling but it didn't allow him to phase out. He could feel his mind becoming putty.

".._Are you listening to me Richard?"

"huh?" Dick looked up at the man sitting at the desk; thinking and listening at the same time didn't seem possible at the moment.

"You need to stop zoning out Richard, I asked you if you like being Nightwing"

"Yea… he's prett' cool," slurred Dick, whoa, when did that happen?.

"Did you enjoy being Robin better?"

Dick let out a small laugh. "I'm not fallin' shore… that one again Doc! Nice try," shaking his head in disapproval.

"Well would you at least tell me about your time as Batman? Do you enjoy being Batman more than Nightwing?"

Dick didn't need to think long about that one. "Batma' is alright, but it's not me. Too sss… serious, and grumpy. Mean" Dick slummed in his chair.

"How would you descried yourself then?"

"Laxed, more easy goin' and free." Shut up Dick, stop talking! But he couldn't, it was if there was little to no filter between his brain and his mouth.

"Do you feel as if you were forced to were the cowl?"

"It was excp… ex..pect…. expected of me. I didn' really have a choice." Dick sunk deeper into his chair.

"Why didn't you have a choice Richard?"

"I wante' him to be proud of me."

"Proud?"

"Yea, he never gave pp… praise, only pointed … out your flaws. He never noticed your tri… tphs… triumphs. Only your failures…." Dick head was spinning, the room started to tilt.

"You wanted his love and affection, am I correct?"

"yy..yes." Dick was struggling to keep his eyes open.

"But he wouldn't give it to you because you didn't deserve it." The Doctors voice warped and twisted around Dick. The room was spinning rapidly at this point. "You are a low life scum, worthless waste of space. Bruce couldn't love such a failure."

The last thing Dick heard before passing was "You are a disappointment."

Dick awoke already chained down and attached to the ECT machine, expect for his head. His mind was clearer; Dick noticed the room was empty. He started to struggle against the restraints, he couldn't take much more of this treatment. Dick continued to pull at the chains attaching his wrist and ankles to the table; he is getting desperate.

Dick lost track at how long he attempted to escape, he was so focused on his task he didn't even notice Nurse Darrow and Dr. Grove enter the room.

"Richard stop! You're hurting yourself," Nurse Darrow's pointed to his body, Dick looked down and saw blood streaming down from the cuts caused from fighting against the chains. Dick's mind had been so focused on getting out he didn't even register that he was cutting into his skin. While Dick was lost in thought Nurse Darrow secured down Dick's head. It had been happening a lot lately, zoning out, not being aware of what was happening in the world around him.

He was pulled back to attention when Dr. Grove spoke, "You know the drill Richard tell me "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.""

"…." Dick wouldn't cave, not yet.

Grove sighed, "Have it your way Richard." The man turned towards the nurse, "Raise the voltage he is slipping, the treatment needs to be more intense."

Nurse Darrow nodded and significantly raised the voltage, and finished connecting Dick to the machine.

"Last chance Richard."

"….."

Nurse Darrow flipped the switch.

Hope you are enjoying the story.

Many people have been asking if this has a happy ending but if I told you how it ended then it defeat the purpose of the story, so you'll just have to wait and see. ;)