A/n: some torture scenes and flashbacks.
Enjoy!

"I'm so sorry."

Deathstroke looked over at Nightwing and easily walked closer towards him, he had to get the gun away from if not all his plans for this bird...his bird would be ruin.

"You died." whispered Dick, the gun pressed against his temple with his hand shaking.
Deathstroke took a step closer but Dick took a step back from him.
"Get away from me" said Dick loudly and he cocked the gun.

His whole body was shaking. Fear laced in his features.

Deathstroke held his hands up in the air and watched Dick closely.
"Listen to me kid, you don't want to do this. Lower the gun."

Dick shook his head quickly and shut his eyes. Slade could tell that he was about to pull the trigger, so he dashed forward and tackled Dick to the floor.

Dick's arm was stretched outwards, the gun still in his hand but no longer being pointed at his head.

"Drop it" said Deathstroke as he held Dick's hand down but Dick wouldn't let up. Deathstroke banged his hand against the ground.

"No!" yelled Dick and pulled the trigger, the gun went off and the bullet traveled and ended up in the wall. Deathstroke not wasting any time, knocked the gun out of his hand. Then he stood up and quickly kicked Dick in the face, knocking him out.

He took a step back and sighed. He hadn't predicted this would be the outcome of this drug and in a way he liked it.

He had broken The Batman's little birdy more than he had thought of doing and now he had Dick in his grip and their fun was just about to begin.
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[Flashback]

Jason stood in the dark batcave and shot Dick a smile. Dick grinned back, he had come to really care about the young kid standing before him.

When Dick first learn about Jason he felt terribly hurt. The thought and feelings of being replaced, not good enough, unwanted...unloved effected him deeply.
But what hurt the most was when Bruce, a person Dick soon to call dad broke a piece of him and their relationship when he gave Jason the name Robin.

That name belonged to him. His mother used to call him that and Bruce had no right to take that from him and give it to someone else, throwing whatever Dick thought and felt out the window.
That was one of the last connections that Dick had to his parents.

And after all the times Bruce had helped Dick with the lost of his parents, the nightmares and panic attacks growing up, he never thought Bruce would be so careless and just simply not give a damn about him anymore, as if he was nothing.

And maybe he always was.

But soon Dick realized that it wasn't Jason's fault and Dick no matter how he felt about the whole thing could not be angry and hate the young kid. So Dick took him under his wing and gained a baby brother.

Dick walked over and hugged Jason. He was taking him to met the team for the first time. He was so proud to be showing off his little brother to his friends.

But, soon after everything changed.
Jason was killed, Robin was dead, and that left a huge hole.

The world around Dick felt cold and empty once more. And Dick blamed Bruce. His now anger and hurt clouded him and made the distance between them grow.

He looked down at his little brother standing before him. His smile fell from his face now and tears formed in his blue eyes.

"I miss you so much jaybird! And I'm so sorry" cried Dick as he crumbled to the floor, crying.
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"...J-jay" mumbled Dick who was still knocked out.

Deathstroke carried him over towards a wall and slowly began to lock him up in chains.
Soon Dick was in chains, he was lifted off the ground, hanging there in mid air. The tips of his toes just barely brushing against the cold floor below him.

Slade slowly approached Dick and slapped him across the face, causing Dick to open his eyes up wide. They were still a bit glazed  over, along with his pupils being dilated along with them being red from the stress and fear from the fear toxin in his system.

"I've broken a part of you. Let's see if we can break more, shall we" said Deathstroke who walked over and quickly stabbed Dick in the gut then pulled the blade out, letting Dick's warm, red blood drip to the floor. He smiled then walks over towards a table and chuckles to himself.

He hold up a long metal rod as far as Dick can tell. His mind is finally clearing and he is beginning to slowly comprehend the situation around him.

Slade walked back over towards him and held up the rod, allowing Dick to finally see what it truly was.

Dick's eyes widen and he inhaled sharply now.
"No don't. You don't have to do this!" Dick yelled out as Slade grew closer towards him and his body. "Slade Don't!" yelled Dick as Slade pressed the glowing hot metal to his chest, imprinting, burning Deathstroke symbol is flesh. Right above his heart.

A burning white hot pain blasted through him. He at first bit down on his lip, trying to not scream for this baster because that is all every villain wanted from him when they captured him, was to hear his screams, allowing them a small victory.

Dick bit so hard upon his lip that he broke the skin and a small trickle of blood ran down his chin.
After what felt like forever, Dick just couldn't handle it any longer. He couldn't keep up his super strong act in the face of danger any longer. He cracked under the pain and screamed out,giving Deathstroke exactly what he wanted.

Dick felt terribly, guilty in a way.
"Bruce would be so disappointed in him, if he could see me now. I've failed him...I failed Jason and Wally too. I failed my parents, I've failed everyone that I ever cared about. I failed...me." Thought Dick as Slade pressed harder against his now burnt, bloody chest.

Deathstroke then pulled away and looked down upon his work. The letter 'S' was now burnt into Dick's skin, Deathstroke smiled.

Dick's head fell forward, his ebony bangs covering his face as he panted, trying to control his breathing and the pain he just endured.
Slade walked over to him and yanked Dick's head up, a fist full of Dick's hair in Deathstroke's grip. He pulled Dick's tried and worn out face close to his own face.

They both looked into each other eyes, not braking the connection.

"You're mine" said Slade who then roughly tossed Dick's head to the side and walked for the door. He froze in the doorway and looked over his shoulder at Dick and wore an evil smile across his face.

"Rest up apprentice. The real fun begins tomorrow" said Slade and with that he left, slamming the door loudly behind him, causing the sound to echo throughout the room.

Dick was left all alone and he sighed. A part of him had given up the fight. The fear toxin taking a huge beating to his mind. He was exhausted from everything.

But he knew that no matter what he went through or was going to go through that he couldn't break... not fully at least. He had to remain and stay strong for those he had within his life.

He had to be strong for Bruce and Alfred. For Timmy and the team. For his parents and for Jason and Barbara. He also had to be strong for Wally, he didn't worry about being strong for himself because at this moment he felt like he didn't matter, like he never did.

So what was the point in being strong for yourself when you didn't matter?

He just needed to get back for his loved ones, for them...but not for himself.

Cause he didn't matter, right?