Is Freedom Worth Everything?

by Shadow of the Moon555

After Dick Grayson's parents died Deathstroke got to him instead of Bruce Wayne. Now Dick is 15 and Red X and wants away from Deathstroke. When he finally makes it back to Gotham he runs into an 11 year old junior crime fighter called Robin. Can Robin find a way to help or will Dick become like his cold-hearted mentor? Rated T because of violence, blood, and I'm paranoid.

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Dick woke up at 3:26am. He sighed and got out of bed. He got dressed in his usual training uniform, black leggings, black form-fitting long sleeve shirt and black tennis shoes. Once he was dressed and 'presentable' as Deathstroke likes to call it, he walked down the empty hallway to the gym. Once there he looked at the clock which read 3:42am. Deathstroke was always here before him, but not this time. It was bizarre.

Figuring it was some kind of test; Dick went over to the punching bag, wrapped his hands and started beating up the bag. Dick happened to glance over at the clock which now read 4:48am. Dick wiped his brow with the back of his hand and looked toward the door way. He didn't hear anything.

Dick cautiously walked over and peered down the empty hallway. Even in his random and seemingly totally pointless tests Deathstroke was always beating him up in 'training' by now. Dick stepped fully in the hallway. The only people in this huge underground compound, as far as Dick knew, were Deathstroke and Dick. The compound was dark and seemingly endless hallways that all looked the same. Dick knew his way to all he needed to know, his room, the gym, the kitchen and Deathstroke's office. Over the past few months he figured how to get to the exit but from what he could tell, there were over ten exits in this place.

Dick stood in the hallway, listening to the silence. 'Maybe he's not here. Maybe he finally got caught by the Justice League or the police or SOMEONE, SOMEHOW' he thought hopefully. He dared not try to make his escape yet, in case he was here and watching to see what he did for his own amusement.

Dick decided he would eat before Deathstroke decided to show himself and start his 'training'. As he made his way to the kitchen, his soft footsteps seemed to echo through the halls.

After breakfast he went back to the gym, still empty. He continued to work out until the clock read 3:35pm. He was finally tired of the silence and emptiness. He wiped the sweat off his neck and face with a towel and put on his shoulder as he made his way to Deathstroke's office.

He stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. He knocked on the door three times. He waited a few seconds for a reply that never came. He knocked again. No answer. Feeling daring the fifteen year old turned the doorknob and opened the door.

Dick slowly opened the door and peered in. It was empty. Deathstroke wasn't in the compound; he was always in his office when he wasn't in the gym. Realizing this could be his chance, he sprinted to his room. He grabbed a backpack, stuffed an extra pair of clothes, his Red X uniform and after sprinting to the kitchen grabbing some bread and bottles of water. He closed the backpack and took off toward the nearest exit he knew of.