Bruce returned to the park to find Damian in an almost catatonic state whilst Tim was sobbing and Jason was walking back and forth panicked. "What happened? Where's Dick?" Bruce asked, hugging Tim so he'd calm down and stop passing. "He was taken by that fucking psycho!" Jason yelled. He should've stayed with him. He should've just got everyone and ran but he didn't. They didn't call Bruce and now Dick was in the hands of that man. The man they were supposed to save him from. "Who Jason?" Bruce asked. 

"Slade!" he yelled back. "Slade got him," he added breaking down. Alfred put an arm around the boy and gave a worried glance to Bruce. "We'll get him back, don't worry," he told them. Damian looked up at Bruce with an unsure look. "What if we don't? He'll be a criminal. They'll put him in Arkham." he said, his voice trembling. 

"He won't go to Arkham, I won't let it happen."

Slade dragged Dick to a dark room the boy knew all too well. He didn't want to go in but he had to. "On the chair now," Slade demanded. Dick nodded and sat on the chair, trying to even out his breath. He was strapped in and he began to cry a little. "This is for getting too comfortable. Once this is over you are to go to your room, change, and kill a runaway we found to prove yourself as my apprentice." Dick nodded and braced himself. A needle pierced his arm and a clear liquid was injected into him. The liquid would cause as much pain as possible without causing damage to his body. It was similar to that used in Penthurst Asylum by doctors there. Dick began to scream in pain and watched with teary eyes as Slade walked out. "You can't run from me Richard, I'll find you each and every time."