Like hell you could have slept after that. That was literally nothing but nightmare inducing. You don't think you were able to shut your eyes for more than five minutes without snapping them back open again. Wondering if what you really saw was real or just a nightmare. He looked like he wasn't any older than ten. What was that? Who killed him and why did he look like he was based off Batman? Come on, the ears. The mask, but there were different things about it. Instead of a utility belt, it was what looked like two crossing across his chest. Starting from both shoulders and sliding down to his waist. Instead of a cape it looked like a cloth wrap. And when the wrap caught on fire, it turned out he was wearing iron plated armor under it, with an insignis in between the center of both plates connecting the chest piece. A red circle with a black upside triangle.

You've seen that emblem before. Nothing can tell you that you haven't seen it. You know you have, somewhere buried away in your thoughts and memories. It's more than just a sign, you know that. It's a symbol, but it's not a good one. Besides the obvious evidence of this seven foot man murdering a ten year old. Nothing out of that can be good.

You were just staring at this photo. His back was for the most part, turned to the surveillance camera. But just the curvature of his chest was caught and a more clear image of the emblem was caught. You only kept staring at it in confusion and what felt like disbelief.

You know that the deep web is no place for anybody in their right mind to be on, but one thing always leads to another. You're sure this is Julian's laptop, he got it from a friend. But lately you've been using it. The only way you were even able to get access to the deep web was through a downloaded browser that apparently costed money? You don't know, but you used it anyways. Going through different domains and serves until it all just became a matter of clicking on one link and another. Gaining access to security surveillance cameras was easier than it should have been. It legitimately shocks you because of how easy this is. But the only reason why it's so easy is because the domain has already been discovered by Julian's friend who owns the laptop. One of the most visited sites was basically just a long list of pirated movies that have only been in theatres got about a week. You're amazed, really. Seems a bit of an innocent reason to be so simple to tread through here.

"December 2010, Wayne Tower 11:45 pm." You read outloud, skimming through the details. Apparently, viewing what happens through security cameras is something some people like. And by like, well, it's on the deep web for a reason. Because some weird stuff can be seen every now and then. It's creep stuff. As in someone bending over to pick something up, sometimes it bleeds out into even worse things. You don't go there, you don't even want to think about it. You've already came past a video of someone crushing a bunch of birds with a sledge hammer for viewer amusement. It's safe to say you didn't stay there for long.

You clicked the photo, and quickly closed the pop up ad that came with you interacting with the screen. The emblem, you've definitely seen it. The video has almost no views, and what little views there are is just more people who find this stuff amusing. It's disgusting. Something about the video being compared to whatever the hell a red room is.

You let your eyes skim every detail of the emblem. "Narrowing them and getting closer to the screen. The wider you set the image, the more pixelated it became. You decided to print the screen and see if you could send the image to maybe Jaime or one of your friends from portland or something to work it out.

But before you hit print screen, you made a double check to make sure that if Julian had something saved and didn't want it to go to waste, you'd open up paint and then make sure to paste the image he copied and then put it there, downloading it.

You sighed, picking up the laptop once again and placing it over your thighs. Letting your fingers whisk away across the keyboard while you minimized the tab that had the Wayne Tower incident on it. Breathing steadily as your eyelashes somewhat took over half your vision.

You felt a slight burning spot on your back in an odd place, one you know you'd never be able to touch without possibly grabbing something to touch it with. so you dealt with the weird burning feeling by just shuddering your shoulders and inching back into you pillow fortress of blankets behind your head and back until it went away. That's been happening a lot lately. No clue why.

You opened up paint, and heard a small sound of an electric buzz come from above you. you stopped your typing, and let your finger tips rest on the side of the mousepad, slowly looking up to the ceiling. Your (h/c) hair falling back as you tilted your chin up to the cream colored textured ceiling. Parting your lips as you slowly inhaled the cold air.

You eyes seemed narrowed in concern, as you watched the light on the ceiling continually flicker and buzz. not to a point where it's going on and off yet, but it's dimming down and sending somewhat of a dark orange hue across the room whenever it dims down.

For just a fraction of a second, everything looked different.

The light was green and the bright glow was coming from the ground. The walls were black and they looked like they were made of rocks, cave walls maybe. You can't breathe, it feels like there's no air around you to breathe in. Every nerve in your body feels like it's just stopped, and your limbs feel numb. You can't move your eyes, they're directed at the green pit of glowing liquid in the ground as you inch further to it, but without the use of your legs. Almost like you're being carried. Your chest feels hunched over, and there's a curvature of a surface below you. Like someone is carrying you on their back with your chin resting on their shoulder. You can't move, can't talk, can't breathe. But it's all happening to you and you can't do anything about it. The closer it feels like your body is being carried, the more of this green glow you've been seeing for the past week is able to be shown to you. What seemed like from afar, was just a puddle. but up close, it what looks like a bottomless pit of some type of stone carved crater in the ground. You can feel your body being moved, someone taking great caution in handling you. Their hands are small, but so is your body. Why do you feel so much shorter? Why do you feel so small and fragile?

Hands guiding themselves by being placed on the small of your back and around the backs of your shoulders, your body is still limp. Feeling the fingers of someone curling around your shoulder, holding you still and in place. Your back arches without a single call of your brain to tell it too. your arms spread out and unfold without the motion of your muscles doing the action for you. Bouncing in a ragdoll like way. Feet stop swaying as what looks like a boy, no taller than how you feel. Your eyes are still wide open, being able to see it all but unable to do anything about it. He has something covering his mouth that wraps around his shoulders and drapes down, almost like the cloth you saw on the man killing Robin. Almost, more black less white.

He seems to steady you and shrug off the cloth until he's able to let it fall down, uncovering his face and shoulders. With one hand, he holds your body for a split second as the wrap is torn off of his chest and face. It served as a similar cover for a more heavy duty armor and something to hide the bottom half of his face. Wearing bronze armor with green thread through it, much like how you saw that hallucination of yourself during that night of your kidnapping.

He has a blank expression, and olive skin that contrasts with greyish green eyes. But as the cloth passe by his face and is dropped onto you, there's the unnatural green hue from the bright green pit below that reflects off his eyes. You can't move, can't talk, can't speak. And you only catch a glimpse of his face before the cloth is wrapped around you, and you feel yourself being slowly lowered downwards.

You gasp out for air, knocking the red laptop off of your lap and allowing it to land on the ground below you besides the bed. Lunging forwards and clutching your hand to your chest for the fear of feeling like your heart had just stopped. Like your ribs had just caved in and crushed your lungs, making the possibility of even breathing impossible.

This has to stop. These ridiculous flashbacks. They don't answer anything in particular.

But you did see a face before you body was wrapped up.

You could have sworn it was Damian.

Shaking your head and gaining composure as you stopped for a second, just to breathe. Keeping your right hand on your chest over the dark green fabric of your tank top. Just staring at the color is making you feel nauseous now. God, what the hell is all of that?! You just wanna do nothing but scream about it, really. None of it is making sense. You want answers, not cryptic and action-for-word meanings.

Sighing in defeat, rolling your eyes while keeping a not so happy look on your face. Furrowed eyebrows, breathing heavily. Sweat seemed to be rolling down the side of your head, gliding past your left temple.

You leaned over the edge of your bed, wiping your forehead with your free hand with the back of it. You leaned back over the edge, curling your fingers around the edge of your bed and gripping into the light blue fabric.

"Almost there, come on." You mumbled, wincing as you reached further, fingertips just barely grazing the laptop.

Groaning quietly, and straightening both of your legs as you arched your back. Laziness will forever and always strike at it's weakest moments. Maybe it might just be because it's relatively late at night, or early in the morning. You've long since stopped paying attention to the time. Just your one of many mysterious right now.

You stick your tongue out and wince your eyes, feeling a strain in your leg that causes you to groan loudly and bend your knee.

But a hand reaches out from under your bed and latches onto your wrist.

Your eyes widen in shock and you scream gets caught in your throat, retracting your arm back but the boney like hand that latched onto your wrist only keeps a hold on you. Crawling out from under your bed.

This is when you get everything together, and start screaming. The figure still has a latch tight hold on your wrist, but she's standing right before you now. Leaning over you and keeping her forehead just inches away from yours. Staggering back and shrieking loudly, calling for help.

She has hollowed out black eyes, her skin is clinging to her bones and her skin seems grey. What was once long and luscious dark brown hair, is nothing but patchy and breaking black and grey strands as she comes even closer to you. she literally smells like death, and it's like you can see it on her. It's a grey hue that surrounds her, and leaves you even more terrified than you were earlier.

She's wearing a tattered red dress, the same one on the woman from the video that attacked Nightwing after Robin died.

This was the same woman.

"Bring me back." She seethed, while you froze.

The name Talia Al Ghul has always been in the back of your mind, but now the name has a face. It was always just a name you'd hear in the background, barely able to make it out. Appearing in the sound of low toned frequencies in your nightmares, as if someone in pain had been groaning it out. With barely any effort left in their body to do so.

But it's so clear now. This is Talia Al Ghul.

With one final shout in fear, your voice left your lips just as police came in the room upon hearing you shriek and scream from outside.

They saw nobody there, while you inched away into the corner of your bed and started mumbling things to calm yourself down.

All the while, a picture of Damian on skype from when you accidentally bumped the print screen button is pasted on the paint program.

His Robin suit is in a case in the background, just barely recognizable.

a/n: Super short update, i know i know. I've been having some issues with the wi-fi at my house, so this is all I'm able to get out. I'm pretty decently sure that the next chapter is GOING to be longer.