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Robin's helped me literally. I was on 's chat and I was talking about some really difficult things to talk about. It's anonymous so this person without knowing who I am helped me for an hour talking me through things, I even used the word chalant in my chat without realizing it. At the end I said goodbye and the last thing they said was "I'm glad I could help, oh and the names Robin by the way." Robin has helped me with my biggest secret and for a fangirl that's huge. I know it wasn't actually our Robin but still it was incredible to find out that there's more than one hero who goes by that name. I'm not going to say what we talked about because it is really personal and if someone I know reads it….. well it wouldn't be good. Thank you Robin, for helping me with everything.

Sorry I just had to share anyway enjoy this next chapter and please reframe from commenting on my spelling and grammar. I just auditioned for my schools musical, god I hope I get if I don't prepare for depressing shit to happen and or me not coming on here for a while, anyway enjoy!

Previously on Ten Years Later

Ever since then he swore never to underestimate the Justice League. And he didn't, but now he knew what to expect, what to prepare for, and he wasn't about to let them take away his apprentice, not again…..Not ever again…

Five days, it had been five days since Nightwing had been captured and finding him was proving to be as difficult as they expected. Every leaguer if possible was searching for the once boy wonder both physically and technologically and they had gotten almost nowhere.

Almost

Barbra who was rather tech savvy was determined to find her husband and had found some tidbits of information on getting Wing, and getting them back to their correct time. They would be able to go back a few days after their past disappearance (which shouldn't disrupt the time stream too much) and when they go back the reality they were in now would turn into one with them in it. Meaning everything in the past ten years that happened won't anymore, including hopefully the apprenticeship.

Along with that they had gotten Zatanna to do a tracking spell on both DeathStroke and Richard. Though something got in the way of getting an exact reading they were still happy to know that Nightwing was still in America in a town in California (though what town remained a mystery). As soon as that came out hero's everywhere flooded to San Diego, L.A., San Francisco, and other towns in that area working together to pick up any clues they may find. Ms. M and Martian Manhunter have been going in and out of blank state leafing through different mental streams to find the right one.

Though there had been no break everyone had been trying to keep an optimistic attitude. Everyone but one.

Batman

Batman was in full death-con one mode, only communicating with fellow Bats, he also searched tirelessly for Nightwing. He hadn't seen Wing in five days and it had been ten since he had seen his Robin and the effects of it were showing. Growling at every little disturbance he nearly bit off Tim and Dami's head when they got into another one of their famous disputes. In fact there only seemed to be two people that didn't receive a full on Batglare every time they talked to him. Alfred and Barbra, Alfred because you just don't glare at him even if you are Batman, and Barbra because she was as irritable as him these days and the only thing from keeping her from manually searching herself was the baby who was due in roughly two weeks. Between the two of them barley anyone even dared to venture into the Batcave.

During one of their normal researching sessions however there was a break in the never ending flow of information, when Barbra fed up slammed her fist on the key board in aggravation.

"Aghhhh! This is hopeless! It's been five days, FIVE DAYS! AND WE HAVEN'T FOUND ANY INCLINATION ON WHERE THE HELL THAT PSYCHOPATH IS KEEPING HIM!" She yelled flinging a mess papers to the side in anger. Now if it had been anyone besides Barbra (who also happened to be pregnant) who had done that they would be on the floor bleeding in a blink. But instead Bruce but a pause to his typing and gently placed a hand on her shoulder and said with a determined look in his eye.

"We will find him, I promise. I know your frustrated, hell I am to but we need to keep calm and be patient. Will get him back we always do. I know I wasn't here for the first kidnapping or the second but I'm here now and I'm not going to let that man take my son away from me." The anger slowly left Barbra at those words, leaving her looking scared and vulnerable.

"What if he doesn't get back in time for the baby? What if he doesn't even get back at all? I can't do this not alone not without him." A tear swept down Barbs faces which would have been surprising despite the circumstances. Bruce felt guilty he hadn't even thought about what Barbra must have been feeling these past few days. He leaned down towards her and hugged her tightly.

"You won't have to, we'll get him home, and I promise you he will be back in time to see your child being born. Nothing not even Slade Wilson could keep him away from that." He comforted her hoping beyond hope that he was right.

DEATHSTROKE'S WAREHOUSE HIDEN LABYRINTH HEADQUARTERS THINGY

A loud torturous screamed erupted from a black haired man as his hands dropped a metal object and flew up to the collar around his neck, which appeared to be issuing electric shocks to his body. The man had Bright blue eyes which were squeezed close in pain and he was wearing torn up sweat pants with blood and sweat stains on them. The man was none other than Nightwing. Somewhere above DeathStroke chuckled turning off the electric bolts he walked closer to Wing who was now panting on the ground twitching every so often as left over bolts went through his body.

"You would do well to listen to me Richard I told you earlier that all you had to do was follow my instructions and you wouldn't even notice your collar." Dick rose unsteadily to his feet throwing a sharp glare at his enslaver.

"And I told you Wilson that I refuse to play your game especially when those are involved." He said angrily pointing to the cold metal object he had dropped earlier. A gun. DeathStroke tsked as he picked up the weapon cocking it.

"Ahh yes you Bats and your aversions to guns, how noble of you to stay away from them. Personally however I find them a great tool of persuasion." Without hesitation he pointed the gun at Nightwing's upper shoulder and fired, sending the vigilante to ground with a scream of pain. Without a thought he walked in a circle around Richard on the ground, who was clutching his shoulder in anguish.

"Have you ever heard of operant conditioning Richard? It's a psychology term; it basically means that any one's behavior can be modified in whatever way wanted. Most use positive reinforcements, for example you take a rat put it in a maze and put cheese at the end eventually the rat will find its way and get its reward, do it several times and the rat won't even get lost. I however like negative reinforcements, take the same rat and put it in a maze, instead of cheese however send painful shocks reverberating on the floor, once at the end the pain stop and next time the rat is more eager to get through. I have found pain is a more efficient and quicker reinforcement then reward. So let's try a little experiment Richard you're the rat, your lack of cooperation is the obstacle, and I'm the electrical shocks. How long will it take you to get to the end of the maze?"

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WOAH NOW did I just use something I learned in Psych class in my story? Yes, yes I did, good for me I do pay attention! Hey I hope my writing was better and I hope the ending part made sense. Comment and review and check out my other story's and review them please and thank you! YOU AWESOME FANFICTION READERS YOU !