*I do not own Dc just the plot. I also don't own that photo.* ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

'DICK GRAYSON'S POINT OF VIEW (the day of the kidnapping)' 

When I woke up I was stripped down to my underwear, chained to a table, with people looking at me. One of them was the police officer from my apartment. He was still in the uniform, but it had blood on it.

When he looked over I glared at him. He just walked over, gently placed his hand on the table, and pressed a button. I cleanched my eyes shut, and gritted my teeth so I didn't scream due to the electricity coursing through my veins. Finally he stopped pressing the button. 

"Well, well, well. Mr. Grayson how are you doing?" I said nothing and just glared at him. 

"If your going to be rude, I will have to punish you." I still said nothing

"Alright then. This is my favourite animal on the planet." he help up a scorpion know as the Deathstalker Scorpion (Leiurus quinquestriatus). 

(THIS IS WHAT IT LOOKES LIKE)

"Your a smart boy. Just call me master and answer my questions. If you don't I will have this little creature sting you. You may wonder how it got its name well. it is definitely one of the most dangerous scorpions in the world. Its  venom is highly toxic, and if stung, the victim will likely never forget the excruciating pain it delivers. Now you don't want that, do you?" I still said nothing. 

"Ok then." he walked forward and had the scorpion sting me. The pain was excruciating. It felt like my blood was on fire, and my heart was slowly stopping. Even so, I didn't scream. I gritted my teeth and cleanched my eyes closed. I stayed this way until I passed out. 

----------------------------TWODAYSLATER-------------------------

When I woke up, the man who had stung me was taking me somewhere. I was tied up and gagged. (This is how he was tied up. I'm to lazy to describe it.)

We turned into a parking lot full of fancy looking cars and people. He untied me, pulled me out of the car, and then retied my hands and feet. He had gotten me some new clothes (a new nightwing outfit to be exact.) 

We got into the building and I was handed over to someone else. Money was handed over to the man who had stung me, and I was led into another room. As I arrived there, a man announced that the bidding may begin. He brought out about ten men (all were bought for $3000 or less) then I was brought out. 

"This here is no man like any of these before him. His name is Richard Grayson, but his superhero name is Nightwing. He was the prodigy of The Batman, then became his own superhero." 

"Take off his mask and uniform!" many women shouted. 

"Alright" he said. 

"How do you take this off boy?" I said nothing. He started to gently take it off, when he realised it was useless. He took out a knife and started to cut it off. When he finished I was in the shorts I was given. 

"Now to remove his mask!" he removed it reveling my crystal blue eyes. 

"Now how much" I heard all kinds of offers

"$3,000!" 

"$4,000!" 

"$1,000,000!" 

"$10,000,000!!" 

"Going once. Going twice. Sold to the man in the purple suit!" I was given to the man and taken to his limo. I was shoved into the trunk wishing I was with Wally right now. I was going to be late for the date later tonight.