A/N: Dick pushes himself to get free even though a part of him thinks that this is his punishment for everything in his life.

Dick jerked away. His blue eyes were wide as he woke up in shock from a nightmare. He felt like he was free falling, falling towards his death similar to how his parents fell before his eyes all those years ago.

He glanced around the room and soon realized that he was no longer chained up and hanging in the room, he was laying on the cold hard ground, also that he was dressed back in his Nightwing uniform. He slowly pushed his weak and sore body up off of the ground. 
He slowly managed to push himself up onto his bare feet, he almost fell over as soon as he stood up. Dick closed his eyes tightly as the world spun around him quickly. 

Just then, the loud sound of a door slamming shut broke Dick out of his daze, his eyes shot open and glanced over towards the sound and sees Deathstroke, Slade standing there. He quickly walks over towards him and Dick, the best he can stands in his fighting stance even though he is very weak on his feet.

Slade moves closer towards him and Dick quickly throws a punch, a sloppy punch which Slade pushes away easily and pulls on DIck's arm and quickly pins him to the ground. He twists Dick's arm behind his back, causing Dick to hiss in the sudden pain, but he looks over his shoulder and sends Deathstroke a small batglare only getting a small chuckle from the villain. 

Dick was then dragged across the ground and over towards a bucket full of ice cold water.

Slade quickly trusted Dick's head into the bucket, pushing him down below the surface. Dick's mind didn't at first register what was happening at first and he gasped underwater, sucking in the water. After a bit, Deathstroke yanked him back up and he sputtered and inhaled sharply, drawing in as much air as possible just before his head was trusted back under. 
Deathstroke put more pressure upon the back of Dick's head as he held him under.

It was very hard for Dick when every instinct screamed at him to breathe, that it would cut off the horrible pain and pressure in his head. Dick jerked, squirmed and shook beneath the cold water as Deathstroke pushed down harder on him.

The energy was being to leave DIck's body as he continued to fight but was failing very quickly. His movements became slug-ish and his attempts to get out of Deathstroke's grip and the ice cold water grew weaker and weaker the longer he remain under the water. 

After a bit, his body went limp. 
A small smile crept across Slade's face. He quickly yanked Dick out from the frozen waters and tossed him to the floor. A moment later Dick gasped and jumped away from Slade, as his chest rose and fell quickly. Dick tried to stand up but fell back down a moment later, and held his chest, attempting to calm down his breathing. 

Deathstroke took large steps and then yanked Dick up by the collar of his suit. He pulled Dick's face close to his and then lean forward and whispered into his ear before tossing him onto the ground and leaving the room quickly.

Dick's blue eyes were wide as his mind went over what Deathstroke just whispered to him. He was still panting but one thing was clear, he needed to get out of here no matter what. No matter how he felt about this whole situation begin some kind of punishment for him, for failing everyone, including himself.
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Dick didn't know how long it took but he did finally manage to get up onto his feet and force his sore and weak body over towards the door to only find it unlocked. Dick exhaled and closed his eyes for a second before he continued his way out of the room he has been in for so long and down a dim lit hallway. 

Eventually, he made it outside but the struggle only grew more difficult from there on out. He had no way of contacting anyone and at his current location he had no clue as to where he was.
All he knew was it was dark, cold and windy outside and he had...needed to put as much distant between him and Deathstroke as possible.

Dick stumbled and fell a few times as he pushed himself to move forward within the chilled night.
He eventually made his way into an dark alley and he had to take a breath. The world was spinning crazily around him and his vision was very blurry, he could barely see a few feet in front of himself. His bare hand brushed up against the side of a brick wall. He winced as a cut on his hand hit the hard surface. He slowly pressed his back against the wall and pulled his mask off his face and rubbed his eyes, trying to clear them and focus.

Dick leaned his head back and inhaled, wincing at the sudden pain in his chest, most likely due to a few broken ribs he had.

"Did you think it would be that easy to get away from me apprentice? We still have much work to do.'' said Slade as he inched closer towards Dick. 

Dick knew he had zero energy, there was no way he was going to be able to fight Deathstroke and beat him in his current state, so he remained still against the wall. The distance between them grew small and smaller by the second, as Dick quickly slit his skin against the wall and rubbed his blood against the brick, drawing his Nightwing symbol in hopes that Bruce or someone else might see in and search for him, he highly doubt it but he hung onto that small piece of hope that still refused to die inside of him.

His eyes began to grow super heavy, along with his whole body as Slade now stood before him. Dick glanced over Slade's shoulder as he saw a figure appear behind him but his vision went dark as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body letting go.

He would have fallen if it wasn't for Slade who now gripped tightly onto him.