A/n: Has panic attacks and flashbacks of torture scenes.

Artemis walked slowly closer towards Dick.
The light from the hallway laid down across Artemis, showing off the colors of her suit.

Orange and black.

Flashes of Slade came to Dick's mind.
His heart started pounding loudly within his chest. It felt like all the air in the room was sucked out from him.

His blue eyes were wide and filled with fear.
Artemis saw this and rushed over towards Dick, but that only made it that much worst.

He didn't see Artemis, he saw Deathstroke.
He jumped backwards, trying his best to get away from him, awaiting for Deathstroke to deliver some pain to him.

He gripped tightly onto his t-shirt as he felt a huge amount of pressure in his chest.
He was hyperventilating at the moment as Artemis made her way to stand right in front of him.

She was saying his name over and over again, whispering things to him in an attempt to calm him down but nothing was working.
Dick couldn't hear her, he heard Slade and saw him and not Artemis.

Nothing.
Worthless.
Alone.
Weak.

Apprentice.

"You belong to me apprentice, now and forever. Don't you ever forget that. You aren't his...you never were. You are mine and mine to do as I please."

Dick reached his shaking hands up to his head, and gripped tightly onto his dark hair and pulled. His eyes were painfully held shut as he screamed/cried out in pain. But it wasn't physical pain, but emotional and psychological pain and trauma.

Dick was so lost within his own mind, in the dark medbay room that he hadn't noticed Artemis leave the room and to have Black Canary and Batman rushing into the room and trying their best to calm him down.

Dick was shaking, he kept seeing Deathstroke pulling him across the cold floor by chains that cut into his already sore and bloody wrists. 
He felt every kick and punch as if it was all happening all over again, but in reality the hits he felt where Batman holding him down. 

Dick suddenly opened his eyes to be blinded by the brightness of the lights in the room. He then gasped out when he felt a sharp prick in his arm. He turned his head quickly and looked as a needle was placed in the side of his arm. He quickly reached over and yanked the needle forcefully out of his arm, causing it to bleed slightly more. Then he heard his name and looked up to see who said it.

He fully expected to see Slade but it was Dinah, Black Canary. She was the one who said his name when he pulled the needle from his arm.
He blinked his blue eyes. He was so confused. His mind was clouded and he couldn't make any sense as to why Dinah was standing beside him with this look of concern and a bit of sadness. He shook his head and turned and looked down at his hands. He turned them over a few times then closed his eyes.

"I...I was just with him. He just...no, I can't be here. How?" thought Dick.

Just then, Dick slowly opened his eyes just in time to see a glove hand placed down upon his shoulder. As soon as it touched his shoulder, Dick jumped and looked wide eyed at the figured who the gloved hand belong too. 

Dick starred at the guy for a moment, at first his mind couldn't make the connection as to who it was then all of a sudden it hit him.
In this instant he didn't see his mentor Batman or his father Bruce, he saw flashes of Bruce from when he was drugged up by Deathstroke with liquid fear toxin.

"I should have never taken you in!" yelled Bruce.

Dick fearfully backed up from Bruce and pressed his sore back against the headboard. He drew his knees into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around his legs and buried his face into his knees.

He held his eyes tightly closed and the voices around the room faded. He then heard the doors of the med bay open up, causing Dick to quickly raise his head.
The first thought that came into his mind was that Deathstroke had just entered the room but in fact it was Black Canary leaving the room, leaving Dick all alone with none other than Bruce, who Dick at the moment was also a bit afraid of.

"Dick..." began Bruce who took a step forward.

"No." said Dick as he shook his head and drew his knees closer towards his chest. His breathing had now picked up, as he could hear Bruce walking slowly closer towards him. A part of him wanted to hide within Bruce's arms like he did all those years ago when he had first awake from a nightmare after his parents died.
But the other part of him, the part of him that was now bruised and broken because of Slade wanted to be far away from Bruce. At this moment his mind couldn't make the difference between a hit and a hug.

Dick felt trapped within his own skin and he totally didn't want to be touch at this moment.

"Son..."