A/N Here is Chapter Four! D: More torture to ensue. Reviews and Feedback are welcome :)
It didn't take long for Tim Drake to reach his former home, and it took him less time than that to barge through the front door, gasping for air.
He decided at first to take the bus, but when he decided that wasn't getting him there fast enough, he got off at the nearest stop and ran the rest of the way.
"Dick!", the boy screamed, "Dick where are you?!"
He didn't wait for a response, he was already running towards the nearest cave entrance; behind the grandfather clock in the front hall.
Tim made it down to the cave, and was greeted by a slew of screams and child like sobs. He was confused. Was someone watching a movie? It took him a minute for him to register that the screams were Damian's.
He found Dick and Alfred standing in the middle of the room, staring up at the screen; Alfred dabbing at the tears in his eyes, and Dick clenching his fists.
"What the hell-"
He followed his older brothers gaze up to the giant plazma screen, and rage instantley blinded him.
Damian hung by his wrists, and even though he couldn't, he fought to get away from...nothing. The boy screamed and cried, and begged incoherently, but he was utterly alone.
It didn't take him long to guess who was behind it. The symptoms gave it all away.
"How long?", Tim asked through clenched teeth.
Dick snapped his head around to face the Red Robin.
"Hours.", he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Since the toxin? Half an Hour."
Tim had witnessed people under the influence of the toxin, and spoken to those who came out of the trance intact, and just 10 minutes under the influence seemed like days. Damian had to have been going through hell.
Though he couldn't help but selfishly wonder, for a child who claimed to be so tough and strong, what in the world was he scared of?
He shook the thoughts from his head. Regardless of the many fights the boys had in the past, Tim didn't hate him or anything of the sort, and even if he did...this was too much.
"Change,", Dick instructed, "I'll explain everything on the way."
Tears stained his face, and his throat was raw from screaming. Mucus dripped from his nose, and bit his tongue like a bitter beetle.
"Damian, help! Please, Damian, please!", Dicks voice screamed at him.
His older brother, his mentor, his hero, his idol...was being tortured before him, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do.
"Dick!", Damian screamed back, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, please!"
"It's all your fault!", Dick cried, "Look at me! I'm dying and it's all your fault!"
Damian shook his head, battling frantically against the chains, blood dripping from his wrists.
"No! Dick no! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!", he hiccuped another sob and cried harder than he had ever before. He cried harder now than when his father...
Bruce stood next to the dying Nightwing, and in one fluid motion snapped his neck.
Damian let out a peircing scream as he watched his brother fall to the ground, and wither away. Literally.
"Look at what you've done,", Bruce spat, "We took you in and you murdered us!", his voice was deep and sent a shock through Damian's body.
"No!," Damian sobbed, "No more, please no more!"
"Running away again!", his father laughed, "You're weak! Nothing but a whimpering child."
Damian collapsed into a loud wail in his chains, and a thick laughter rumbled through the room.
This boy wasn't like the other men Scarecrow had tortured, this boy was just that, a boy. Even if he did survive, he would never be the same.
Scarecrow laughed again.
A/N Revieeeww please ;-;